All the emotions of the audience were aroused by the blood, and they screamed hysterically. Of course, those who lost the bet were also very upset, especially the fat man next to Yang Xie, who was probably also pretending to be swollen. After the failure of the bet, he was completely confused.

"Darling, it's okay, it's natural to misunderstand. Let's just place a bet and win back in the next game." Although the charming woman felt sorry for the cooked ducks that had all flew away, the big money owner next to her should comfort her first, otherwise he would fly too soon and he would have nothing left.

"You know what a fool!" The fat man, who was originally confused, jumped up like a cat who was stepped on his tail, and flew out all over the sky with swear words. The million he bet he secretly moved out of the company, preparing to win a private use, but if he loses, why should he get back?

Yang Xie shook his head and refused to look at the fat man. He turned his head and looked at the stage. Liu Juxia, who was knocked out, had been dragged down by the staff. The second group of contestants were two men. They all went on stage with weapons, one with an iron rod and the other with a long knife. Yang Xie glanced at it and asked Liu Dingtao to predict the winner and lose.

"Make a stick."

Although the two of them were not warriors this time, they had reached the level of special forces. They were quite good at fighting. In addition, they both used weapons, and the swords and shadows, which made the people present scream. The player who used the stick knocked off the other party's knife with one stick, then hit the other party's shoulder, and broke the other party's feet with one stick. The so-called ladies in the famous family instantly turned pale.

Although these battles seemed particularly exciting to ordinary people, it was nothing more than that for Yang Xie and Liu Dingtao, who were stained with blood on their hands. After the two of them came up in the third game, Yang Xie's brows frowned.

"Ribean people?"

A boxer on the stage was a Japanese man with a samurai sword in his hand. As soon as he appeared, he looked around with a very arrogant look, pointed at everyone with the tip of the knife, and sneered: "You are all trash!"

The audience stood up and threw all kinds of dirty words onto the stage. The Chinese people's curses are very profound and profound. Some people cursed for several minutes without any repetition. Even the fat man just now put aside his depression and squirted at the benzene that day.

The Riben was not angry either. He pressed the samurai sword against the floor, leaned on the knife with both hands, and looked like a master with concentration. His opponent was a man in his thirties, with a red face full of anger, and he wanted to kill this stinky guy with one punch.

"Mr. Kawashima Kazuo is from the island country and is a master of the island country. This time he took the initiative to come to our boxing ring to experience our national skills." The host was also a little embarrassed and cursed in his heart. This dead man had said everything before, but as soon as he came on stage, he sprayed all over his mouth. Fortunately, no one was given tomatoes and rotten eggs, otherwise he would have to suffer as well.

Yang Xiezheng listened to the host's words, and the fat man next to him suddenly rushed over with bright eyes: "Brother, who would win this game?"

Yang Xie was amused and crying. It turned out that he had asked Liu Dingtao to say it twice, but Liu Dingtao guessed it right, but the fat man made his idea of ​​getting rich on his side.

However, there is always no shortage of opportunities in life, all they lack is a pair of eyes that discover opportunities. Since this fat man can catch it, Yang Xie pushed with the flow: "Although I am very reluctant, that Japanese benzene will win."

The fat man immediately jumped up like a rocket on his butt, and then bought Kazuo Kawashima like flying. After buying it, he sent a cigarette at Yang Xie and smiled with a shy face: "Brother, I was so offended before, please forgive me..."

Yang Xie took it over and the fat man lit it for him. Then he sent Yan to Liu Dingtao and Lao Yan. He was arrogant before and regarded Yang Xie and the other two as small penis. Now after looking carefully, he found that these two people were mainly Yang Xie, and they looked quite arrogant. With the other party's eyes, they were definitely amazing people!

Liu Dingtao didn't want it, but Lao Yan took it.

Yang Xie smiled and did not mean to blame the fat man. Although he was a little pretentious, he was not bad at all. Moreover, his swearing to Kazuo Kawashima just now made Yang Xie feel much better for him.

The battle on the ring has begun, but there is no suspense. Kawashima Kawashima's strength is actually in the mid-level Xuan-level, and he can be regarded as a master. Even the Muay Thai master Yang Xie was in the mountain city last time was not his opponent. Although the man he arranged with him today was also a warrior, he was only in the mid-level Huang-level. After just one encounter, Kawashima Kawashima was stabbed directly at the Hungarian mouth. He could not die anymore...

For the audience, death was so caught off guard that many people covered their mouths, especially the women, who turned their heads and did not dare to look at them. Kazuo Kawashima stood on the stage, pointing at everyone as he did at the beginning, and sneered: "You are all trash!"

This time, except for the sporadic scolding, everyone was silent. The other party clearly used the battle just now to explain his point of view, and what should he use to refute his words?

The fat man's face turned pale. Although he had watched many boxing games here and knew that the boxers had to sign a life-and-death certificate before going on stage, this was the first time he had seen someone die in the boxing competition arena. This feeling of close contact with death made him almost paralyzed. If it weren't for the support of a chair, he would have sat directly on the floor.

The charming woman beside him was even more unbearable. She was trembling all over and didn't dare to look at the ring. She said tremblingly, "Darling, I, why don't we leave?"

The fat man lost four million in this hand, but the odds were low, and he only won more than one million. At least the capital was back. When the woman around him said this, he was also a little moved to leave. But looking at Yang Xie's calm look next to him, he was shocked and subconsciously returned to his calmness...

"What are you going? Didn't you see that my brother hasn't left yet? Don't pull me."

The fat man shouted, then sat back in his seat, and smiled and said, "Women are timid, don't be as knowledgeable as her."

The charming woman looked aggrieved. If you don’t stand up by yourself, can I still pull you up?

The competition was over, and the staff also carried the man's body down. It should have ended like this, but Kazuo Kawashima stood on the ring, and slapped the samurai sword in his hand and said in a half-baked Chinese language: "Today, I am here to challenge the entire Chinese country. Does anyone dare to come up and face the challenge?"

When I heard this, almost everyone was almost angry. This guy was too arrogant, right?

The fat man leaned beside Yang Xie and whispered: "This guy is so bad, he's just a 25-year-old. He shouted in this small corner and thought he was challenging the entire China. He was so stupid. Did he think that lying on the ground would make the whole earth stronger, and lying on the ground would make the whole universe stronger? Childish!"

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