A dull night passed, outside a two-story building deep in the barracks, an old man in a white suit rushed over, and he also had an invitation in his hand.

"Dangdang!" He knocked on the door twice, and a cold voice that could attract women to watch. "Come in." The old man pushed open the door, quickly passed through the corridor, and walked into the living room. Next to the dining table in the living room, a girl covered in a black veil was drinking morning tea.

The girl gently put down the teacup and said, "Butler Lin, has the task assigned to me at the front line finally?"

The old man shook his head and said respectfully: "It is a arena event in the Fourth Military Region. I wonder if the lady is willing to watch it. It will definitely be a very exciting competition. Miss. You have nothing to do recently, so you can also adjust your mood."

The girl frowned slightly, a little absent-minded: "That person will be there too, right? I don't want to go."

"Miss, this is the invitation given to you by Mr. Kong. Do you want to take a look?" The old man held the invitation in both hands. The girl simply shook her head.

The old man turned around and whispered: "I thought you would be interested in the content of the invitation. The invitation said that a young man named Zhuo Fan would also participate..."

Hearing this name, the girl's heartbeat suddenly accelerated a little. "Wait, Mr. Lin, show me the invitation."

Butler Lin smiled and respectfully handed over the invitation: "Miss, are you planning to relax?"

I opened the invitation and there was only a simple sentence on it. "If you don't come, don't you want to see Zhuo Fan being beaten to a crushing defeat, right? Then I have to appreciate it alone. If you want to watch it, you can care about me if I want to record the video..."

"A bad provocation." The girl frowned and commented, and her eyes became firm. "Butler Lin, I decided."

Butler Lin listened respectfully.

After a second silence, the girl said, "I decided..."

...

Two days passed in a flash.

On this day, there were continuous clouds in the sky. On the rugged mountain road, Zhuo Fan wandered alone. There were three square stone bricks the size of a head surrounded by him. The speed of the stone bricks was sometimes fast and sometimes slow, moving with his heart. "My mental power is close to L8.0 now, and my recent meditation has almost no effect... I don't know how many times stronger it can be than now after reaching L8.0..."

"Boss! Boss..." Wu Xiaofei's voice came from afar.

Zhuo Fan turned around and let go of his mental power at the same time, and three bricks and stones fell down immediately. This place was on a slope, and one brick and stone fell unsteadily, and "Gululu" rolled down the slope.

Wu Xiaofei hurriedly ran up the slope. He bent down and was out of breath: "Boss... Let's have a rest today! Why are you here to strengthen the wall by yourself?"

After touching his nose, Zhuo Fan said, "Ah... I forgot. I am used to working every day, and it is uncomfortable not to do anything." He said and did a few chest expansion exercises.

After slapped his head, Wu Xiaofei said, "Boss, come with me! It's really here! It's really here!"

Zhuo Fan followed him: "What's coming? Look at you won't even say anything."

"It's her! The cold rose of the empire!" Wu Xiaofei turned his head, but found that Zhuo Fan was no longer behind him. "Boss, where are you going?"

"A brick has been lost, I'll go find it." Zhuo Fan walked downhill by himself.

"When is this? What kind of city bricks are there? Let's go... let's go! It's been a long time since."

...

When Zhuo Fan was rushing back, the main competition had already ended, and it was time for the challenge!

An open space in the military camp was crowded with people. A temporary ring was built on the open space. The entire ring was made of bricks and stones, and the area was four times that of the boxing ring. There was a temporary two-story building built in the east of the ring as the stand. Some officers were viewing seats on the first floor, but the second floor was not allowed to enter by officers and soldiers.

The ring was surrounded by three layers inside and three layers inside and outside. The ring was fighting fiercely, and there were also whistling, shouting, and insulting sounds under the ring.

"Dong!" A big man with a beard on the ring flew on the shoulders and abdomen one after another, and a center of gravity was unstable, so he flew out from the ring. The soldiers swarmed and dispersed. They did not welcome the losers. The big man could only land in a mess, and got up and walked away in a mess.

The host with a black leather hat on his head stepped onto the ring and announced loudly: "Iron Fist Pacrek has won five consecutive victories!"

"Shh!" There were boos under the ring.

Many people in the audience were dissatisfied. "That ugly woman won again..."

The host's eyes swept to everyone: "The next challenger - where is it!?"

Parker, who was as fat as Homer, shook his head and put his hips on his face, and looked unconscious: "Who else?"

Another challenger raised his right arm and appeared on the stage. There was a burst of applause from the audience. "I recognize him! West Germany, the escaped man is also a fourth-level warrior strongman!" "West Germany! West Germany! Kill her! West Germany!"

...

At the same time, in the second floor compartment of the viewing platform, Ling Bingyan looked at the reflection of her veil in the teacup, absent-minded, and Butler Lin stood behind her and stood by. Today, she was wearing a fitted black cheongsam, with exquisite dragon and phoenix patterns embroidered on the short sleeves of the cheongsam and the hem. The cheongsam could not cover her lotus root-like arms and drooping black hair. She was wearing a cheongsam like a classical beauty walking out of the painting, but a layer of veil on her face was never taken off. The figure of the person leaving appeared in front of her from time to time, making her heart waving.

Putting down the teacup, she sighed: "Has he not come yet?"

"Miss! Look!" Butler Lin suddenly said.

In a compartment next door, Kong Chao suddenly put down the red wine glass in his hand, and the scarlet juice flew up, twisted in the air and then smashed to pieces. He suppressed his anger and whispered: "Dahong! What's going on? Where is the person?"

Dahong kept wiping his sweat, his legs and feet trembled: "No...No...I'm not right...I've bribed several friends around Zhuo Fan. Logically, they will definitely call him...How could that happen? Otherwise... Otherwise...I'll urge you while the ring challenge is not over yet?"

"No need!" Kong Chao stood up with his hands on the table, his eyes locked in a figure among the crowds on the ring. "I finally came, I actually waited for so long! Humph! But it's not too late now..."

Kong Chao suddenly turned around: "How is the demon's green feet ready?"

Dahong bowed slightly: "Report to the young master, he can appear at any time!"

"Okay!" Kong Chao stared at the figure of the man, his eyes flashed coldly. "I won't waste my energy to kill an ant. I just want to let him lose all the way in front of that fake aloof woman, humiliate this kid so hard that he will never be able to raise his head and will never have the shame to see my woman again..."

In the open space, Zhuo Fan and Wu Xiaofei struggled to separate the crowd and squeezed towards the best viewing place. Zhuo Fan's mental power moved, and the blocking crowd was automatically pushed away by the invisible big hands, and the two of them immediately entered the innermost audience.

On the ring, Parkerick and West Germany fought fiercely. Parker was strong and stood there to take the defensive. Her fist shadow was like the wind, keeping her hands tight. The escaped West Germany was best at speed. He kept surround Parker, and occasionally sneaked around him like a venomous snake. The two attacked and defended, and it was difficult to decide the winner in a short time.

Parkerick's eyes were sharp. She saw Zhuo Fan in the crowd in the outskirts and immediately fled a little panicked. West Germany saw the opportunity and rolled over the defense line and swept across Parkerick's calves. "Bang!" With a muffled sound, Parkerick's heavy body fell to the ground and kept rolling. She kept shouting: "I admit defeat! I admit defeat!"

West Germany was a little surprised. He didn't take any ruthless moves, so why did he give up so easily? He looked along Parkerick's fearful light, but only saw two new recruits...

Seeing this, the host came on stage, and he grabbed West Germany's hand and raised it up: "West Germany! West Germany! The five consecutive wins of the Iron Fist were ended, and the escaped West Germany won!"

At this time, Parkerick, who had been unable to get up, suddenly stood up and trotted off the stage. She muttered: "This kid is here, there is no chance of winning ten consecutive games..."

Parkerick had a huge contrast between the front and back, and the audience and the host were shocked. The host wiped the sweat on his forehead: "It seems that Parkerick was completely shocked by our West Germany..."

The audience immediately became excited. "Pakrick, the escapee! Iron fist, West Germany!" "West Germany, West Germany!"

In the compartment of the second floor viewing platform, Ling Bingyan stood up. She walked to the window and watched the changes on the field through the curtain. Some soldiers around the ring noticed the changes and turned their eyes to the beautiful figures on the window, one by one, but couldn't see the beauty behind the curtain.

In another room, Kong Chao also noticed the influence of the beauty. He called Dahong over and whispered a few times. Dahong understood, then went downstairs and announced loudly to the crowd: "If any brave man wins ten consecutive victories in the ring, Young Master Kong Chao will allow him to see the cold and beautiful rose side of the Empire."
Chapter completed!