The meat mat was stepped on the terracotta tiles, and the green eyes were shining, drawing disturbing arcs in the shadows.

The black cat walked out, and the moonlight made it slightly different from the brown slanted top. It turned its head and stared at the end of the alley - two girls jumped out, playing and chasing.

It crossed the rock wall and licked the fur gracefully, like a girl raising her beautiful legs in a bath with roses, and found that many people were leaving the door and rushing to somewhere.

The black cat walked around the chimney, lowered its neck, shook its white beards, and there was something else in the air torture it, looking for perception to scan the gathering civilians...

After a long time, it fell back into the shadow.

At night, it should be elegant, and conspiracy or assassination deserves such a good moonlight, but today, Tygonda corner has a different evening activity.

"Ten, nine, eight..."

People squeezed on the streets, stepped on the broken wooden doors and tiptoed, throwing their sights and cheers into the gaps, counting down in unison as the fight progressed.

Through the lifted window, the room was filled with wine and saliva, and the crazy spectator was hammering the tabletop.

"Beat him! Ricky! Beat him!"

"You soft guy, sissy, beat him up!"

"Waste, Ricky, you're a waste!"

...

The boxer in the center of verbs gritted his teeth and was naked, like a bald bulldog, raising his fist and hammering his opponent desperately.

The young man held his arms upright to block the fat that was thick on his thighs.

“Six, five, four…”

The countdown continued, Ricky was a little panicked, her fat flesh trembled, and she used the brute force that she usually slammed the ground.

This soldier, who was still in service, had scarlet eyes and fought in a warm atmosphere. He squeezed out sweat from the fat. No matter how he looked, he looked like a suckling pig in an oven.

"Drink!"

Ricky's nostrils widen and felt like she could be stuffed into her toes.

His fingers overlapped and his upper limbs raised, like a brown bear standing up under an oil lamp, smashing the closed city gate with the terrifying hammer of the siege hand.

"Yes, that's it!"

"End him!"

The impact made a dull drum sound, and he did not destroy anything, and the arms were still in front of him.

“Three, two,…”

The audience is still counting down.

Ricky didn't have time to discourage. After all, this often happens. The other party may have held blood in his mouth. As long as he does it again, he can break the arm.

The qi and blood were surging, like a wooden hammer waving on the city wall, with little movement and sufficient internal strength.

His face was purple, his energy was exhausted, and the wine-redness began to dizzy on his cheeks, and his arms were already whiter due to the huge force and long-term dance.

"one!"

Ricky, who was in a mania, subconsciously raised her knees, but woke up in an instant - this was a violation.

Oops!

He was frightened.

However, due to inertia, the muscles cannot stop the thighs in time.

"foot!"

"Idiot, stop!"

"Oh no, what are you doing!"

Tygonda is not allowed to raise his legs when he begged for alcohol, because boxers who bent over to resist can easily be knocked off their necks and die on the spot.

However, the young man who was pressed and beaten for ten seconds showed no sign of fainting.

He reacted quickly, his elbow tilted out a charge arc and directly faced the enlarged shadow on his face.

The sartorial muscle is sunken, and the thighs are numb and relieved.

Ricky's right foot lost touch in an instant, and her body knelt on one knee, her arms slid down, and her breathing was rapid.

His trachea was open, his heart regained oxygen, his chest cavity kept rising and falling, and the long-accumulated sweat gathered down.

"Tsk, calm down, it's my turn now."

The young man stood up straight, exhaled turbid air, and tucked his left hand along his forehead to the back of his head, throwing his sweat on the tiled floor.

The onlookers were amazed and shook their heads and smiled bitterly.

The drunkard holding a white note blew his whistle, and the cheers began to bombard the eardrums again - the betting started with the second boxer.

The wanderings laughed at each other, and the village women and spectators were separated, hiding in the corner and whispering.

"God, what a good guy."

Their faces were hot, their palms slapped and their eyes were staring at the center of the venue.

"I bet on some small money, and that man is Adam."

"I heard that I came from a foreign country. Good, pretty, Boy?"

There are no more places outside the venue, and this residential area has no closed windows. The lights surround the tavern and the viewers are hung on the window.

Women did not rush in like wanderings. They came late and could not find a good corner. They could only put away their clothes, set up racks from the balcony, and gossip with their neighbors.

【contusion】

【Bone fissures (minor)】

Most of the health value defects come from Ricky's final efforts. This pure muscle fighting style is not only violent and beautiful, but also has no sense of oppression.

Adam stretched his body, his back muscles were clearly distinguished, and he exclaimed a few more soft voices.

Tygonda's life was not that easy. Lord Arnold did not catch public entertainment enough. Except for some hobbies in the upper class, the lower class people always relied on wine and sex.

How depressing you are, look at the crowd around you and you will understand.

"Prepare?"

Adam smiled and reminded.

The boxer's face was not fading, and his face was blushing. After all, he almost killed his opponent by chance just now.

He raised his arm stubbornly, thinking that he would resist the ten seconds and admit defeat. This was a bet on wine, not a fight. He was willing to let the young man vent his dissatisfaction.

【You gain the respect of your opponent, with an additional reputation +5】

"nineteen,……"

Adam twisted his neck, counting down, but waited for Ricci to set his posture before he suddenly threw out his right fist, slamming his quilt like an iron rod, making a snap sound.

The muscles on the boxer's arms trembled, and his nerves were numb.

“Seven, six…”

The crude defense collapsed instantly under the fist full of skills.

His fat head was covered with messy hair, his forehead was smooth and his skin was greasy, so he was placed in front of Adam.

He waved his fist and made a wave of flesh on the other party's right cheek, instantly salivating.

Before Ricky could tilt her body, she felt her chin beating again, her forehead was raised, and she was shining under the lights. The beads of sweat at a loss and spilled on the ground randomly.

"That's it, beat him, Adam!"

The audience roared meaninglessly, enjoying a visual feast in the roar to satisfy their violent desires.

"oh!"

"Yes, keep going!"

“Four, three…”

...

The countdown is still there, but Ricky's pupils have been turned up.

Adam held the other person's forehead with perfect arms span and his abdomen was completely contouring in the audience's eyes. The woman had already started to bite her fingers and shouted and pressed her throat.

"Ha, are you still awake?"

Adam did not kill himself, and let time pass, and the audience was disappointed and sighed, and even refused to end the countdown.

"It's the case again, you have to be more ruthless."

"He just moved, you can come on!"

...

[Number of betting: 4 barrels (+8 cups/min)]

【Defeat opponent: 12 people】
To be continued...