The best golden pupil

Chapter 1036 The Monk's Tomb

Just a single word made everyone's blood boil and they were so excited that Ning Tao's matter was instantly forgotten in their minds.

Master Tony's reputation is unparalleled.

Whether it is at home or abroad, it enjoys a mythical reputation and is the goal of countless boxers.

In the past few years, his strength has improved by leaps and bounds. The original hand of death, one-on-one, has no opponent.

His reputation was built on a pile of corpses.

On the other hand, his challenger, a weak guy, seemed to be dying soon, no wonder he was called a sissy.

One loved by all people, one desolate and desolate,
A contemporary myth, an unknown.

This is the most obvious gap between the two!
I don't know when, the ring has been raised up, it really took a lot of effort, but fortunately the organizers were well prepared.

Each of these arenas made of special materials is worth millions, and if it is ruined, it will be fake if you don't feel sad.

Ning Tao calmed down with a group of women and comforted them softly. This is what he has to do, just to prove himself.

If he wins today, his way... will be indestructible.

If you lose, you will die, and you will be powerless to return to heaven!
Under the unbearableness of the women, Ning Tao endured the severe pain and came to the side of the two monks to recover secretly.

"The benefactor is really unfathomable. He turned defeat into victory and defeated that beast forcefully. He is worthy of being a monk of my generation."

The monk showed admiration and was very surprised.

Even Li Dong on the side had a serious face, and Ning Tao's fight was really beautiful.

Not only has the prestige of a monk, but also the reputation of Xia Guo, so that people from all over the world dare not underestimate Xia Guo's monk.

Hearing this, Ning Tao smiled wryly, and said, "It's just luck, I almost died, and it's also full of scars."

Hearing this, the monk sighed and said: "The first match was so tragic. I don't know if my generation of monks will be able to achieve greater glory in the next few matches. My heart is shaken."

Ning Tao laughed, and complimented: "Master's strength is unfathomable, and he came from Shaolin. How can he be uncertain? I can't do it alone."

Hearing his words, the monk just shook his head with a wry smile.

At this moment, Li Dong suddenly said: "This game is not that simple, that Tony is even more difficult, our biggest enemy is this guy."

"Moreover, the final winner can get a bottle of level nine genetic potion provided by Meizhou, which is rare in the world."

Hearing this, Ning Tao's eyes widened and he was taken aback. The monk seemed to be thinking, but he didn't say much.

Ning Tao was astonished that there would be such a thing in the ninth-level genetic potion, which he never expected.

"Clang!"

As soon as the crisp bell rang, it was as if the line of life and death had been pulled apart.

Zhang Hao's face was guarded, his concentration was concentrated, and his spiritual power was surging. He had known for a long time that this person was a strong enemy, so he should not be careless.

And Tony was smiling, very casual, not as cautious as imagined, but more like a fan meeting.

Some people say that bitch can't hold on for long, at most 1 minute, and some people think that half a minute is enough...!
The parties were arguing endlessly, and even planned to fight.

But the arena was filled with gunpowder smoke, Zhang Hao's face was cold and ruthless, full of murderous intentions, and hatred to the bone.

"Kill him, kill him, kill him!"

There was only this thought left in his mind, and his figure moved in an instant, changing continuously like a ghost image, which could not be discerned.

Seeing this scene, Tony sneered, and slowly stretched out his hands, hands that anyone would be fascinated by.

Whiter than a pianist, stronger than a boxer.

"Jumping monkey, ten seconds, kill you."

Before the words fell, Tony made a move, and the seemingly strange ghost disappeared in an instant, like a bubble.

"Crack...!"

It turned out that it was Tony's random slap, the palms of his hands were slapped in the air, and each palm had an air cannon.

Inch strength, explosive power, and extreme speed are all integrated into one.

From the perspective of ordinary people, Tony didn't move, but from the perspective of Ning Tao and others, it was the goddess scattered flowers, and the layers of ghosts were wiped out by him, which was illusory in the first place.

Five seconds, three seconds...!
"Clap!"

The sound became louder and louder, the air exploded, and there was no Zhang Hao in the field, only ghosts all over the sky.

Two seconds, one second...!
At the last second, Tony smiled suddenly, turned around abruptly, and slapped him out.

Ten seconds to... plop...!
There was a loud bang, and everyone's eyes widened. Zhang Hao, who had disappeared before, suddenly fell powerlessly to the ground.

His celestial spirit cover has been photographed into pieces.

Ten seconds of fighting, Tony wins!

"Hoohoo!"

The audience was full of enthusiasm and showed confidence. Master Tony's strength became stronger, and it only took ten seconds.

When Ning Tao and others saw this, their faces were extremely gloomy. Zhang Hao died just like that, and the process was too fast.

Suddenly, Ning Tao noticed that Tony looked at him with a cold look in his eyes, as if he wanted to kill him.

Probably because of Mumby, he felt ashamed.

Wu Monk and Li Dong were not surprised by this scene, even Zhang Hao's death was reasonable.

The hand of death is not in vain.

Suddenly, Li Dong said in a deep voice: "Master, it's my turn to fight next. If I lose to that boxing champion, what I said before will be up to you."

Ning Tao didn't understand, but the monk nodded.

The audience at this time was already full of enthusiasm. After watching the two games, they were so addicted that their bodies were full of blood.

Under the eyes of everyone, the third game kicked off.

Li Dong VS generation boxing champion, Artest!

At the beginning of the match, the two of them didn't talk nonsense. They each displayed their own strengths and exploded crazily, forming a suppression.

Both of them have good physical strength. At first, they were still between brothers. Li Dong's strength is very strong, so it should not be underestimated.

But gradually, he actually weakened, unable to carry on, but at this time boxing champion Artest broke out.

In one second, he punched sixteen punches in a row.

This is not a number, but a miracle, and it was typed out in the blink of an eye.

You are still reacting, and you have received sixteen punches.

Li Dong was able to resist at first, but it got worse and worse. The situation was once bad, and he was almost maimed and exploded.

The battle was very fierce, and almost the whole audience was white-hot.

Suddenly, Artai's super state broke out, and he punched No.17 in one second, breaking through the limit.

This punch hit Li Dong right in the heart.

There is no doubt that one punch explodes and death is instant.

In the third game, Artest won!
Seeing this, Ning Tao looked gloomy, not only because of the opponent's disdainful provocation, but also because of his unwillingness to the times.

In Death Black Race, there is another sentence circulating.

Here is the monk's tomb.

Looking at it now, it is indeed true. Unlike the ancient times, everyone only borrows external forces and ignores themselves.

But in Death Black Race, you can only use your fists and the most primitive instincts to bring out your wild side.

But this is the weakest place for monks.

The loss of inheritance, the decline of monks, sorrow...!
The last game of the first round also started.

Monk VS Armored Tank, Groy!

(End of this chapter)