The return of a thousand years of monasticism

Chapter 111 is about to lose

"Mr. Lin, both parties are big bosses in Biguang City, and each occupies half of Biguang's territory. There have always been conflicts, but they haven't broken their faces.

The killing of Tan Tongsheng's deputy this time should be the fuse. Now it seems that the two parties are already at odds and should be resolved here. "

Gao Fei explained in a low voice when Wen Delu and Tan Tongsheng were talking.

Lin Yang nodded.

One mountain cannot accommodate two tigers, it has been since ancient times.Even he does not allow others to sleep soundly on the side of the couch.

After Tan Tongsheng saw Wen Delu's words, the young man he had hired to help him stepped into the ring, and was immediately furious.

He turned around and said to a middle-aged man beside him, "Master Cao, it's all up to you."

"no problem."

The middle-aged Cao surnamed looked confident, nodded, and stood up from the chair.

In an instant, he was 1.8 meters tall, and his burly body fell into everyone's eyes, especially his arms, which were different from ordinary people, a bit thick and strong.

Lin Yang could tell at a glance that this middle-aged man with the surname Cao should have kung fu on his arms.

The middle-aged man surnamed Cao raised his head, and after glancing at the pale young man on the ring, a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He suddenly strode forward, and when he reached the edge of the ring, he jumped suddenly, kicked one foot on the side of the ring, borrowed his strength to get on the ring, and made a loud noise on the ring, aggressive and intimidating .

At this point, the masters of boxing aids invited by the two forces in Biguang City faced each other face to face.

"Boy, Cao Zong sees that you are young and not my opponent. Hurry up and save your life."

The middle-aged man surnamed Cao looked at the pale young man, and when he spoke softly, he showed a strong conceit.

His words also caused a buzzing sound under the ring.

"This Cao Zong is a head taller than that little boy, and his physique is twice as big, obviously he has more advantages."

"That's right, Cao Zong is in his prime, whether it is physical strength or experience, he has reached a mature state, while that white-faced youth seems to be a little weaker."

"There is no contrast between two people. Standing together is like the difference between a mountain and a mound."

Many people were talking about it.

At the same time, the voice of discussion reached Lin Yang's ears.

Lin Yang couldn't help chuckling. His opinion was different from most of the people around him. If there were no accidents in the first round of the ring, the young man should have won.

Although the physiques of both of them have stepped into copper-skinned iron bones, their realms are roughly the same.However, the fact that the young man was able to choose to practice that special technique and persisted for such a long time was enough to show that his perseverance was astonishing.

Moreover, special skills all have a characteristic. After taking crooked ways, the attack power cultivated is almost no one in the same realm can compete.

How could a well-behaved middle-aged man with the surname Cao be the opponent of the pale-faced youth.

Zhang Pingsheng, who was sitting in the most prominent position, blinked his eyes lightly, showing contempt for the words of the middle-aged man surnamed Cao.

His cultivation base is already at the peak of Anjin, half a step into strength, and he has cultivated both internally and externally, which is not comparable to ordinary Anjin. Naturally, he has that vision, and he can see that the strength of the pale-faced young man is not the middle-aged man surnamed Cao. Can contend.

However, other people don't have such eyesight and can only see the gap in appearance.

Even Tan Tongsheng, who invited the middle-aged man surnamed Cao to help him, had a look of arrogance on his face. After comparing the two, he felt that he had won.

"Hmph, you're overthinking yourself, you're courting death."

When the pale young man heard Cao Zong's words, his face became even colder. After a cold snort, he suddenly moved and walked towards Cao Zong quickly.

When they were not far away, he jumped up, and he was in mid-air, clenched his fists, with an extremely fierce expression, like a hungry tiger pouncing on his food, he slammed down towards Cao Zong.

"Good come."

Cao Zong looked at this scene with a sneer on his face.

His arms shook violently, and he saw that the muscles on his arms swelled rapidly, very strong, and looked a little scary.

He quickly clenched his palms and punched the pale young man's fist.

"boom!"

The two fists collided fiercely, making a violent muffled sound on the ring.

Then, under the countershock force of their fists, the two quickly separated.

One fell upside down in the air, and the other stepped on the log ring, and quickly backed up behind him, and didn't barely stop until seven or eight steps away.

Neither of them took advantage of this blow.

However, the pale-faced young man was a bit ferocious. After landing on the ground, he didn't pause at all, trampled on his body again, and rushed towards Cao Zong.

Not to be outdone, Cao Zong moved his arms and made a clicking sound, like a moving fortress, with heavy steps, facing the pale young man.

There was a fierce fight between the two, and in just a few minutes, each of them was injured. Under the bruised nose and swollen face, blood spilled out, like drizzle, on the log ring.

These blood rains will also turn into black dry blood stains on the arena in the future.

The bosses around the ring watched such a fierce fight, they were all calm, and they were already used to such phenomena.

However, farther away, where Yang Zhen and the others were located, the atmosphere was oppressive, and some people's faces were turning pale.

They are all elites in society who can afford millions of tickets.

Usually life is stable, even if it is on TV or watching a boxing match live, it is not so tragic.

Even if they don't have the slightest experience in martial arts, they can still see that the two people in the ring are not sparring, but fighting for life and death. Every time they make a move, they hit the weak parts. These methods are decisive in a normal boxing match. not allowed.

As time passed, the battle between the two became fierce, and each of them had countless wounds.

The wound on his face was like a child's mouth, constantly splattering blood.

Cao Zong's breathing became rapid, and the high-intensity movements for more than ten minutes made him a little exhausted.

After all, he has not yet reached the stage of copper-skinned iron-framed Kung Fu outside.

On the contrary, it was a pale-faced young man who became more and more courageous as he fought.

Although his face became paler and his eyes looked tired, the strength in his hands did not weaken at all, and seemed to have increased.

Seeing such a scene, Tan Tongsheng sat on the chair, clenched his fists, and his face became a little gloomy.

Although he doesn't practice martial arts, he has participated in so many donation conferences, and he has some understanding of the fierce fighting on the ring.

Cao Zong, whom he spent a lot of money to invite, showed signs of defeat.

At this time, Wen Delu's eyes were slightly narrowed, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

He spent tens of millions to collect ginseng, deer antler, angelica, bird's nest and other supplements to invite this young man. Now it seems that he is not losing money at all. When the whole Bi Guang is under his control, he will care about such a small amount of money ?
"Then Cao Zong is about to lose!"

Lin Yang sat relaxed in the chair, looked at the ring, and suddenly made a soft sound, which made Gao Fei on the side stunned.

(End of this chapter)