Chapter 555: Easter egg, trying to kill the Chinese Grandmaster!

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As the situation on the field suddenly reversed without warning, the thousands of spectators in the audience were collectively speechless, as if they were in a dream and couldn't believe that what they saw was real!

As for the Instant Kill Emperor, he did not make any unnecessary movements. He turned his back to the crusher inserted upside down into the ground, but his back looked extremely unpredictable.

The referee outside the electric arc iron pillar raised the flag in his hand and started counting, "1, 2..."

Until the ninth second, the crusher was still lying there on the ground, like a corpse.

"10!"

The referee put down the flag, and he took the microphone and announced passionately: "KO! Instant kill of the Emperor vs. Crusher, instant kill of the Emperor wins. At this time, he has reached his nine hundred and twenty-sixth consecutive victory, and there will be another seventy-four. If you win, you will become the only black boxing champion in the past two years!"

The audience who had bet on the instant kill of the emperor cheered wildly.

But those who bet on the crusher are like mourning their concubines, which is a sharp contrast.

"Oh my god, what happened?!"

Jasper raised his hands to cover his head and shouted as if he had eaten fly droppings: "My one million US dollars... will soon become seven million. In the end, even one million evaporated!"

Zhao Fan said with a smile: "Look, your intuition is really bad today."

"Why!" Jie Shibang was about to cry without tears.

"Because what the crusher is facing is Chinese martial arts." Zhao Fan spit out the shell crumbs in his mouth casually.

"What kind of leg skill was the last move that killed the emperor instantly?" Although Chen Chun'er saw it clearly, it took less than two years for her to become a transcendent and then reach the holy level. She knew very little, so she was ignorant.

"It should be a divine split."

Zhao Fan raised his head and stared at the big screen on the ceiling above the ring, "The replay has started."

The audience vented their excitement while watching the slow-playing scene on the screen.

I saw that after the Instant Kill Emperor was clamped by the Crusher's legs with his arm, in that tenth of a second, one of his legs formed a V shape, like a streamer, and his knee hit the Crusher's waist. A piece of it protrudes, how powerful it is.

The grinder's painful legs were loose.

The V-knee of the Instant Kill Emperor slid down his neck along his back without losing momentum. The crusher used the hammer as a support and tilted it upside down in the air. In this way, the head of the Instant Kill Emperor was directly smashed into the ground. Recoil stood up, the dust settled, and then it was the scene that everyone saw.

The whole process takes one tenth of a second, as fast as lightning!

Then, the staff turned off the electric switch, opened the giant lock and opened the door.

When the referee entered the scene, the first thing he did was to check the vital signs of the crusher. After a moment, he announced with certainty: "The crusher, die!"

The word "death" fell, once again detonating the whole audience.

However, any game involving the Instant Kill Emperor is not enjoyable to watch. No matter how strong or weak the opponent is, they are always killed in one or two moves, and the vast majority of the audience is not fully entertained.

In this regard, after communicating with the Instant Kill Emperor in advance, the organizer used the largest amount of bets in the history of this event to add a long-awaited bonus, which not only entertained the audience, but also helped the Instant Kill Emperor to gain fame and prestige.

So at this moment, the referee picked up the microphone and said: "Ladies and gentlemen, although the battle is over, please don't leave the field. Tonight, we have prepared special easter eggs for everyone."

His voice fell into the ears of thousands of spectators. Many people left their seats and sat back in anticipation.

"Shit, no matter how big the easter egg is, it can't save my one million!" Jia Shibang cursed in a low voice. He didn't dare to speak too loudly. After all, the organizer of the underground black boxing company is the front line of the global black forces. Third, if you don’t restrain yourself, you will end up losing both your people and money...

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