Genius commoner

Chapter 835
Amidst the enthusiastic cheers of the audience, the bell for the boxing match rang. Da Fengche did not fight immediately, but raised a provocative middle finger at the tank.

His yelling obviously angered the tank. The tank roared angrily, and then rushed out with a leap, at an extremely fast speed. At the same time, he sank his fist and slammed towards the big windmill. He let out an exclamation, he didn't expect such a huge "humanoid tank" to have such agility.

But he fell into the arms of the big windmill. As soon as Tank swung a powerful and heavy fist, the big windmill already lowered his head and got into his arms, then grabbed his shoulders, and his two legs were like snakes. The coil was on his head, tightly locked the tank's neck, trying to suffocate the opponent unconscious by relying on the strength of the crossed legs.

Butterfly swallow offered him a high price of 100 million yuan for a victory. Of course, Dafengche had to show his housekeeping skills and go all out.

Looking at the big windmill, Ruan Polu sighed: "It's too impulsive, be steady, maybe you have a chance to win, and charging like this will only ruin yourself."

Mo Qixiong also nodded, obviously they could see the gap between the two fighters.

Ye Zixuan didn't pay too much attention to the battle, his eyes just scanned the surrounding environment, looking at the guards in the boxing ring and the elite distribution of Tiger Wolf Sect.

The strong sense of pressure dragged the tank to the ground. His entire head was locked by the two legs of the big windmill. The big windmill still exerted all its strength in both hands, holding on to the opponent's arm tightly to prevent him from falling. Resisting, there was a successful smile on his face, he thought he had the chance to win: "Tank, I will kill you."

The hearts of all the audience were in their throats. Ruan Dameng also touched his bald head and sat up straight to watch, but he was not too surprised, as if he had absolute confidence in the tank.

Butterfly Yan was drinking tea with her head down, showing no expression, but the sisters secretly clenched their fists and watched the battle nervously. They knew very well in their hearts that the confrontation tonight was related to whether they could survive or not. Maybe if they won this battle, Ruan Dameng might not let them go, but if they lost this battle, the gang would definitely disband.

It took half a year to re-establish the gang, but it fell apart again and became a passing cloud. They resisted from the bottom of their hearts, so they all hoped to get off to a good start.

At this moment, in order not to suffocate himself, the tank held his own breath, and then slowly accumulated strength. After a stalemate for five seconds, the tank kneeling on the ground let out a mouthful of hot air and let out an extremely angry growl. Immediately afterwards, he There was a slight tremor from the strong muscles of the legs, and he stood up stiffly holding the windmill in both hands!

The big windmill was lifted into the air by the tank, his complexion turned pale instantly, and he shouted: "God!"

But shouting alone is useless. The bulldozer fell to the ground like a sack, and directly put the head of the big windmill on the ground, making a muffled bang. When the latter let go of the tank with a scream, the indifferent and proud tank fell Like a cat teasing a mouse, it played a beautiful roundabout kick, and its [-]-jin body was kicked out directly.

The cervical spine was broken, the chest collapsed, and blood was spilled, and he fell miserably under the ring, dying beyond death.

The audience was dead silent for two or three seconds, and then burst into frantic shouts: "Okay, okay!"

Tank clapped his hands, stood in the ring, held his head proudly, and looked down on everyone below. His employer, Ruan Dameng, couldn't understand his aggressive look. Butterfly Yan still kept her expression on while tasting tea, but several loyalists had already revealed Nervous, like sitting on pins and needles, this is the most powerful boxer they rely on most, and they thought that winning would facilitate dialogue.

Now that they were calmly killed by the tank, they had to worry.

If you win, you can step down and continue to fight, but the tank chooses to stay, which is very insane.

The corpse was dragged down quickly, and Dieyan came out the second person, a strong fighter from the water country, and the crazy atmosphere of the boxing ring was ignited again.

The Shuiguo boxer entered the ring, attacked without any nonsense, and the tank flew up and down with both hands, blocking the next round of intensive offensive, and suddenly showed a sinister smile.

The Shuiguo boxer was inexplicably palpitated, and then realized that his all-out rushing attack had exposed his strength invisibly, and secretly screamed that it was not good, but it was a pity that he understood too late.

Without hesitation, the tank counterattacked with a smirk, forcing the Shuiguo boxer into a dead corner. The latter frantically blocked his sharp roundabout kick, but he could no longer block his reverse whip kick after landing, and his momentum was like a rainbow. The opponent who could stand still, the unlucky guy was like a rotten tree without roots. He was thrown into the air, fell a few meters, spurted blood, and screamed terribly.

The match on the stage was not over yet, the Shuiguo boxer wanted to struggle to stand up, but the tank didn't give him a chance, and a low-sweeping kick like a vigorous volley hit him in the head.

People nearby could vaguely hear the sound of cervical spine fracture, and the boxer who fell to the ground was kicked off the ring, lying on the ground like a dead dog, his life and death uncertain.

The second game ended so quickly, it was surprising, but it also made many people excited: "Tank, tank."

"Come, come again! Who else will come again?"

The tank showed a werewolf-like growl, it was a low growl with absolute wildness, his teeth became sharp because of the excitement, and they were exposed like the fangs of a hungry wolf, in his eyes, burning inexplicably His crazy fighting spirit and arrogance also caused the onlookers to scream and wave money continuously.

The corpse was quickly dragged away by the staff. The black boxing is so cruel, it beats the rich and the rich, and the dead rots like a piece of grass.

"Hahaha! Butterfly Swallow, your man, no!"

When Die Yan's face changed, Ruan Dameng let out a piercing laugh, then pointed at Die Yan and snorted: "You still have a place, if you lose, join the Tiger Wolf Sect obediently, as long as you are willing to work for the Tiger Wolf Sect, we will never I will treat you badly, on the contrary, if you lose and are still stubborn, then don’t blame me for destroying flowers.”

Suddenly there was a hint of hostility and ruthlessness on his face: "Not only will I crush you all over the floor, but I will also arrest all of your sisters, like the four golden flowers back then, and throw them to Brother Tiger and Wolf!" Go through all the rounds, you have more girls than boys, Tiger and Wolf Brothers can play with one woman a day, and they can play for a whole year without repeating."

Dieyan snorted: "Shut up!" Then she sat up straight: "We haven't lost yet, Ruan Dameng, you have nothing to be proud of."

Ruan Dameng sneered: "Let the horse come here, let me see how you win this battle tonight." Then the corner of his mouth curled into a playful snort: "I don't know why the old man was confused by you, I must subdue you and enter the Tiger Wolf Gate , If it were me, I would just crush you all to death, so I wouldn’t waste time arguing with you.”

"Miss Yan!"

At this time, the woman who was pretending to be strong walked over, with a look of unconcealable anxiety on her face, and whispered into Die Yan's ear: "It's not good, boxer No. 3 saw the live video, and refused to appear in the fight even if he was killed Tank, he also said that the opponent is too powerful, and he would die if he rushed up, he would rather die than go on stage."

Ruan Dameng caught this sentence and laughed loudly: "Don't you dare to fight? Die Yan, the person you're looking for doesn't have enough skill or courage. You lose."

In the black boxing arena, losing momentum and confidence is equivalent to losing.

"let me try!"

The corner of Dieyan's mouth twitched twice, and there was a look of solemnity and helplessness in her eyes, then she straightened her body and hummed: "I will fight him to the death."

Ruan Dameng smiled noncommittally: "You? Forget it, I guess you can't dodge the two moves, don't be ashamed."

"Why do you have to risk yourself in a mere boxing match?"

At this moment, she pressed Die Yan's shoulder with one hand: "I just arrived in Nanyue, and I will send you a greeting gift."

A sudden sound silenced the sofa area for an instant, and several members of the Tiger Wolf Sect looked around, a little confused, a little angry, very annoyed that someone was making trouble.

Die Yan's heart trembled, she recognized the familiar voice and knew who it was... Ye Zixuan.

Ye Zixuan walked to the side of Die Yan, and when the latter was about to stand up and give way, Ye Zixuan put his hand on her shoulder, faced countless gazes indifferently, and then turned his head to the side:
"Seven Bears, kill him."

Following this command, Mo Qixiong flashed out behind him, exhaled hot air, bypassed Die Yan and the staff, walked up several steps, and approached the ring.

Mo Qixiong stood on the ring, twisted his neck and looked at the excited tank, without any nonsense, he tore off his coat.

"Longshuo people?"

When Tank saw that someone really came up, a sneer appeared on his face: "You are dead!"

Mo Qixiong sneered, then bowed his body and moved his footsteps.

Noisy!
There was a short but ear-piercing sound, and Mo Qixiong's upper body remained motionless. When the entire audience was stunned, Ruan Da suddenly stood up and shouted:
"Tanks, be careful!"

The reason why Ruan Dameng became the third head of the Tiger Wolf Sect is that besides the fact that the above two are sworn brothers, he also has extraordinary martial arts, so he can know what Mo Qixiong's voice means. It is the leather shoe on the sole of Mo Qixiong's feet The effect of friction with the ground, which can create this kind of movement, is definitely a master.

Without waiting for the blood-red eyes of the tank to react, relying on the majestic accumulation of power on the soles of his feet, Mo Qixiong shot out like a cannonball without warning, with momentum like a rainbow, and went straight to the opponent. Aware of the danger, he tried his best to put on a defensive posture, trying to reach out and block the thunderous attack of the Mo Qixiong.

Although Tank touched Mo Qixiong with one hand, the ferocious force in his hand couldn't stop the latter at all. There was only a crisp sound, and the forearm was broken abruptly. Then, Mo Qixiong's huge body continued unabated, It slammed into Tank's bare black-haired chest, and there was another muffled sound. Tank's chest collapsed, blood spurted from his mouth and nose, and he fell and flew out.

With a side step, Mo Qixiong stuck to it, and before the blood-spitting tank landed, a hand was as fast as lightning and grabbed his neck, directly nailing this arrogant and arrogant boxing champion to the ring. On a pillar, the huge and thick power in the palm of the hand made the remaining hands and feet of the tank instantly dissipate the possibility of resistance.

Mo Qixiong looked at the panicked human tank with a sneer like he was pinching a chicken: "That's all!"

The simple four characters are not only the contempt for the enemy, but also the strength of oneself, which made the tank very sad and indignant, but there was nothing he could do.

Ruan Dameng was in a daze in disbelief, he didn't expect the tank to be so fragile, no, Mo Qixiong was so fierce.

There was a dead silence in the audience, and the staff panicked, as if they didn't expect this strange boy to be like this.

"Boy, put the tank down, I'll pretend nothing happened!"

After a brief silence, Ruan Dameng shouted at Ye Zixuan, this is a boxer who has followed him for many years, not only a cash cow, but also a bit emotional, he cannot just watch him being hanged and beaten by Mo Qixiong, so he did not hesitate to warn Ye Zixuan and Die Yan: " If he makes any mistakes, I will never let you go, and neither will the Hulangmen."

Ye Zixuan smiled faintly, and waved his finger lightly.

Mo Qixiong spit out forcefully with his fingertips and broke the tank's throat. Many people froze in shock, and Ruan Dameng's expression darkened instantly.

The lifeless tank crashed to the ground, sending dust flying on the ground, which left countless people stunned and trembling. However, the climax was not over yet.

Mo Qixiong pointed at Ruan Dameng, and let out a mouthful of steam: "There are two more, let's go together."

(End of this chapter)