"I hope you can treat this arena battle correctly. We are willing to pay an arsenal key and a five-star fighting technique!"
"Young man, you should stop appropriately!"
"Your behavior can threaten us for a while, but it will be very difficult for you in the future. It is difficult for any sequencing institution to accept you again!"
…
"Is there any "Tiger Shape Fist"?"
After finding the call switch, Zhang Xuezhou asked.
"have!"
"I want that!"
"Can!"
Zhang Xuezhou stared at his opponent who was still standing, and he could see the fear in his eyes.
Zhang Xuezhou didn't know why the other party was afraid.
Maybe it was due to the threat during the call, or maybe it was due to something else.
His perception was very keen, and he knew very well that the other party would never dare to beat him like before, which made Zhang Xuezhou also start to ask the party behind the scenes to propose conditions.
Zhang Manqian was looking for a way to buy "Tiger Shape Boxing" which was difficult to buy. After he asked, the other party had already agreed.
"Brother, be merciful, let's play a fake match together, I lose and you win!"
The assimilation was cut off, and the electronic sound reminder sounded again.
The second game begins.
Zhang Xuezhou stood up and said hello to the opposite side.
The message behind the scenes was that as long as he played seriously, Zhang Xuezhou didn't emphasize the issue of winning or losing. Zhang Xuezhou felt that winning or losing didn't matter.
But he hoped that his opponent in the horse-faced mask could pay attention to his propriety. After all, his body was really not resistant to beatings.
But for the "Tiger Shape Fist" that Zhang Manqian was obsessed with, Zhang Xuezhou felt that he could take a beating.
As long as he was not beaten to death on the spot, possessing the "Tai Qing Zhen Technique", he was not afraid of internal and external injuries. At worst, he could lie down for a month and slowly recover from his injuries.
It takes one month to exchange for a set of "Tiger Shape Fist" worth 25,000 yuan. Zhang Xuezhou feels that this high-yield return is worth it.
In addition to the issue of money, this also involves the permission to purchase "Tiger Shape Fist".
Zhang Manqian couldn't get what she asked for, so Zhang Xuezhou could only meet him by chance.
He jumped around to warm up and pumped his fists from time to time.
The electronic sound reminder came to an end, and Zhang Xuezhou waved to the sequencing contestant in the horse-face mask.
"Come on, hit the chest here. The hit points here are high, and the protection I wear here is also high!" Zhang Xuezhou shouted.
Noisy yelling and swearing could be heard outside the ring, but Zhang Xuezhou never heard Zhang Manqian's voice while watching the competition in the ring.
The huge sound wave drowned their voices, and only those who were very close could hear them.
Zhang Xuezhou finished shouting to the horse-face mask sequencing contestants and then made some gestures.
Seeing that the other party was standing still and uncooperative, Zhang Xuezhou had no choice but to keep moving forward.
"ha!"
He exhaled and made a sound, and with an attitude of seriously participating in the game, Zhang Xuezhou punched his own soft punch.
"Um!"
After throwing out a punch, Zhang Xuezhou's blow did not trigger a backhand attack from the opponent.
After receiving his punch, the horse-face mask sequencing contestant fell to the sky.
Just like he had done before, the horse-face mask sequencer fell on the ring and never stood up again.
"Shit!"
"Crack down on match-fixing!"
"Compensate!"
"Son of a bitch, my money!"
"Why does it end with just one punch?"
"Have they all practiced the power of giant apes?"
…
A frenzied shout of rage ensued.
The end of the game came so quickly that many gamblers were caught off guard.
The only advantage of this kind of game is that the points betting game cannot be carried out, and the exchange rate of points chips is over before it begins.
Correspondingly, there are only winning and losing situations.
Knock down one with one punch, knock down the other with one punch.
This kind of competition is undoubtedly fake, but the winner has not been determined at this time, and although the clamor under the ring is loud, it cannot cause a commotion.
Zhang Xuezhou looked at his opponent lying on the ring.
Tens of seconds ago, he was lying like this, being watched condescendingly by his opponent in a horse-face mask.
Now it was his turn.
Zhang Xuezhou felt fear in the other person's eyes.
Having had the experience of talking on the phone with the director of Weiyang Martial Arts School, Zhang Xuezhou believed that this opponent might also have had a phone call, and even had to accept the threat, otherwise he would not be knocked down by his soft punches.
"The person in charge of this underground casino must have threatened him!"
Zhang Xuezhou looked serious.
He wasn't sure if he could make it back.
He is just an impostor, not a real sequencer.
As long as the Weiyang Martial Arts School has the 29749 Sequencer's photos, fingerprints and other identifying materials, he will definitely be identified.
Zhang Xuezhou had never seen real black forces or evil forces, but he could not help but use the gangster groups near Yucai Middle School as a reference.
If such underground forces learn the truth, Zhang Xuezhou feels that he will most likely be beaten.
"I can only go to my sister for help!"
If Zhang Xuezhou had anyone to rely on at this time, he could only think of Zhang Manqian.
But Zhang Xuezhou didn't understand where Zhang Manqian went.
"It's best if this kid loses the ring!"
Zhang Xuezhou's thoughts went through thousands of times in his mind.
The treatment of the winner and the loser will obviously be different. If he wants to join up with Zhang Manqian, Zhang Xuezhou feels that winning the game is likely to create an opportunity.
He stared at the opponent who was knocked down by his punch, feeling the fear in the opponent's eyes. Zhang Xuezhou felt that the outcome of the bet was probably being arranged behind the scenes.
Judging from the opponent's fearful appearance, there is a high probability that he will win.
Although he didn't know the significance of this arrangement behind the scenes, Zhang Xuezhou would obviously accept it happily.
The mechanical electronic sound counted down to the last moment, and Zhang Xuezhou returned to his original position with satisfaction.
Opposite him, the horse-faced mask player lay down for nearly thirty seconds before finally standing up tremblingly.
"You actually peed?"
"What kind of shit punches so hard?"
"This guy may have used giant ape strength, and that 29749 probably used another fighting technique!"
"Is it a martial art involving intimidation?"
"It's probably Longwei Fighting Technique!"
"Is that the fighting technique of glaring at whoever pisses them off?"
"You have to complete the cultivation. Before you complete the cultivation, you will be beaten like a dead dog!"
"Damn it, sir, if you put a player like this on the table, I'm going to give you money again!"
…
Under the ring, while waiting for the start of the third round, some voices began to discuss it.
These two lines of competition are undoubtedly very strange, but if they want to find the reason, they can also find it.
Many unreasonable behaviors seemed to have new explanations for a while.
Opposite Zhang Xuezhou, the horse-face mask contestant was in shock.
He turned his head, not daring to look into Zhang Xuezhou's eyes.
Fist, armor, mask and other protection blocked too much, only those eyes were bright.
His opponent's fists and kicks were not strong, or even very weak, but combined with the mighty dragon fighting skills mentioned by those outside the ring, he felt as if he was being crushed by a ferocious beast when the opponent touched him.
His body was unharmed, but his mind believed he had sustained a fatal blow.
This is the type of opponent he has never encountered since he learned fighting, and it is also the most terrifying opponent he has come into contact with so far.
