Hu Jun is considered the most powerful boxer in Zhang Shaohua's boxing ring and has just returned from Thailand.
The odds for this round are still 1 to 2 and 2 to 1.
Everyone continued to place bets as if they had been given a shot of blood, and still bet all their money on Lao Maozi Roshan. After all, although Hu Jun is a very powerful boxer, compared with Lao Maozi Roshan, he is not good enough.
This time everyone learned the lesson and bet the money they won in the previous round to this round again.
As a result, there was more money in the gambling pool, and Zhang Shaohua's face was so gloomy that he could almost drip with water.
If he keeps playing like this, he will go bankrupt soon.
Li Yuanlong laughed, "I just won 20 million, now if I bet again, it will soon become 40 million! Hey! How can this money be so easy to make!"
Zhang Shaohua snorted coldly, "Despicable!"
Li Yuanlong took a puff of his cigar and smiled proudly, "You can't say that. If you open your business, you don't allow others to place bets. If you want to blame it, it's because the boxers in your boxing ring are trash, hahahaha!"
"snort!"
The referee jumped on the stage and announced the start of the game.
Hu Jun's body swayed and he rushed towards Lao Maozi Roshan. This time he learned wisely and did not confront the Russian strongman head-on. Instead, he kept wandering around Lao Maozi Roshan, taking the opportunity to sneak attack in the hope of finding his weakness. .
"Tch, coward."
"That's it, Pushkin, hit him, blow him up!"
"Pushkin, blow him up!"
The audience in the audience looked disdainful.
This made Wang Dachun very unhappy. These onlookers were a group of psychologically distorted people with no nationalistic sentiments at all. It was simply unreasonable!
Lao Maozi Roshan looked at Hu Jun with disdain, "You yellow-skinned monkey, can you just run away?"
Hu Jun snorted, "You can defeat me first!"
Lao Maozi Roshan grinned, "Really? Don't think I can't hit you, I'll just show you."
As Lao Maozi Roshan said, his body swayed and he rushed towards Hu Jun.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
As he ran, the entire ring shook, making people worry that the ring would collapse under his feet at any time.
Hu Jun's expression changed, his flesh mountain moved, and he felt a strong breath coming towards his face, so oppressive that he could hardly breathe.
"Tear him apart! Tear him apart!"
"Pushkin, tear him apart!"
The audience started to shout again, some whistled, and some took off their clothes and stood on their chairs to cheer for Lao Maozi Roshan.
The atmosphere in the boxing ring reached a climax in an instant.
Zhou Dachuan looked solemn and said to Wang Dachun: "I didn't expect this old man to be so flexible in his movements. He is indeed too strong!"
Wang Dachun nodded with a solemn expression. Lao Maozi Roshan was so huge, he didn't expect it to be so flexible. From this point of view, there really was no weakness.
Soon, Hu Jun was forced into a corner. Lao Maozi Roshan grinned, "Run! Let me see where you are going to run?"
"Hmph! Look at the punch!" Hu Jun punched Lao Maozi Roshan's chest. Lao Maozi didn't dodge at all. Who knew that Hu Jun's move was just a blow from east to west, and his other hand directly grabbed Lao Maozi Roshan's chest. Lower body.
"Finding the moon from the sea!"
This move was so fast that even Lao Maozi Roshan didn't react, and his lower body was caught.
"good!"
Zhang Shaohua was the first to applaud. No matter how strong Lao Maozi Roshan was, he didn't believe that his lifeblood could withstand the warrior's attack.
"it's over!"
Zhou Dachuan, Zhang Yuqing and others also breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Lao Maozi Roshan's balls are crushed, they don't believe that he can still be so arrogant.
Hu Jun was overjoyed at first, and then his expression changed drastically, because the thing he caught in his hand was not soft, but as hard as gold steel.
"Huh? Could it be that this guy's lifeblood has also become a diamond-covered iron shirt?"
In fact, despite the silly and big image of Lao Maozi Roshan, he is actually very insidious. He made a pair of iron underwear for his lower body to firmly protect his lifeblood.
Because he knows that this is his only weakness. As long as he protects this weakness, he will be invincible.
It was too late, then it was too late. By the time Hu Jun realized that he had been fooled, it was already too late to get away. Old Maozi Roshan laughed ferociously, bent down and grabbed Hu Jun's arm, and pulled hard, causing one of his arms to break. Teared off.
Suddenly the sky was filled with blood!
"Ah!" Hu Jun suddenly let out a miserable cry as one of his arms was torn off.
Meiji's pretty face turned pale and she quickly covered her eyes. She regretted coming here.
"Okay! Pushkin, tear him apart!"
"Pushkin, tear him apart!"
"Pushkin!"
The audience in the audience burst into thunderous applause when they saw such a bloody scene, and everyone almost fainted with excitement.
Zhang Shaohua's expression changed and he stood up quickly, "Admit defeat! We admit defeat! Referee, call stop!"
The referee immediately started to whistle, but Lao Maozi Roshan didn't care about him at all. He lifted Hu Jun's body upside down by his two legs and then tore it apart with all his strength.
A sting!
Hu Jun's body was torn in half, and his internal organs, all red and white, fell to the floor.
"Ah!" Mei Ji screamed in fright, and immediately got into Wang Dachun's arms and started crying.
The scene was completely silent, and the audience stopped screaming. Many people turned away and couldn't bear to watch anymore. Obviously, such cruel and bloody methods were beyond everyone's tolerance.
Lao Maozi's face was covered with blood. He grinned and licked his lips, like a demon coming out of hell.
It was clear that he was excited by blood, and that he was a murderous maniac.
"Devil! This guy is the devil!"
Soon, the two halves of Hu Jun's body were carried down, and the blood was cleaned up.
Lao Maozi Roshan stood on the stage and shouted excitedly, "Who dares to fight me?"
Everyone was silent, obviously frightened by his cruel methods. This guy was too strong, and there was almost no hope of defeating him.
Lao Maozi Roshan shouted crazily, "Hahahahaha, isn't there anyone in this huge China who can fight? You are all a loser!"
Zhou Dachuan stood up and said, "I'll do it!"
"Master Zhou, try to attack him as much as possible to have a chance to win against him." Wang Dachun warned.
"Yeah." Zhou Dachuan nodded and walked onto the stage.
Lao Maozi Roshan looked at Zhou Dachuan and said, "You are pretty good, but you are not my opponent. Are you not afraid that I will tear you apart?"
Zhou Dachuan snorted coldly, "Humph, we don't know who will tear whom, you are so cruel and bloody, you won't end well!"
Lao Maozi Roshan grinned, "You yellow-skinned monkeys, inferior race, I will kill you without any psychological burden!"
Soon, everyone came up to place their bets. Li Yuanlong laughed loudly, "I bet 40 million on Pushkin's victory. Now if I win, it will become 80 million, hahahaha!"
