"No matter who you are, if you meet Wang Dachun, you will be punished to death by me."
Zhou Xue felt speechless as she looked at the crooked melons and cracked jujube trees under her hands.
"Ms. Zhou, don't worry, that kid is so skinny. If I meet him, I will beat him all over the floor!"
"That's right, I took care of him in minutes!"
Several people patted their chests in assurance.
"Hmph! Don't underestimate the enemy. Wang Dachun is definitely not easy to deal with. He is a half-step master. When you meet him, except for Zhao Kunlun, if others don't use some means, don't even think about it."
Except for Zhao Kunlun, all the people at the scene had their heads hanging down.
They understand in their hearts that if they are less than half a step into the master realm, they will just go through the motions and be used as cannon fodder.
Zhou Xue took in everyone's expressions and said, "Don't be discouraged. Although you can't fight hard, you can use some methods, such as poisoning, hidden weapons..."
On the other side, the host announced the start of the game and the referee stepped onto the ring.
The host looked at the competition list and twitched the corner of his mouth, "In the first match, Wang Dachun from the Golden Shield Security Company will face Sun Hongguang from the Silver Shield Security Company."
I don’t know if it was a coincidence or God’s will, but in the first game, the people from the Golden Shield faced off against the people from the Silver Shield.
The audience below was in an uproar.
"Haha, gold shield versus silver shield, let's see who is more powerful!"
"What? A gold stick versus a silver stick? That will definitely spark the spark of love!"
"Pfft! Please allow me to laugh for a while!"
The one with the most exciting expression is Zuo Tianming, Jie Niima is really an enemy of each other!
Wang Dachun stretched out and slowly walked onto the stage. He looked at the other party and said seriously: "Do you want to admit defeat, or do you want me to invite you down?"
"Damn! The players from this Golden Shield Company are too domineering!"
"That's right, it's indeed a bit exaggerated to say so!"
"I have that kind of strength, but I just punched my butt out!"
"Pfft! Haha, this ass is working well, circle it, we have to take the test this time!"
What is surprising is that the player from Silver Shield Company actually chose to admit defeat, and then Shi Shiran stepped down.
Don't take away a single cloud.
Not even a trace of embarrassment.
This was what Zuo Tianming had promised before, to take the initiative to admit defeat when meeting Wang Dachun, so as not to be more embarrassed when he was ravaged later.
The young man with the scarred face was already a very powerful person on their side before, but he was punched by Wang Dachun and lost his temper. He still doesn't dare to come out to see anyone!
Shi Zhentian looked proud and glanced at Zuo Tianming provocatively. What's the use of having so many people? You're not all useless.
The excitement continued, and each game started. The strength of each player here was uneven, and Wang Dachun almost fell asleep watching.
In the second game, it was finally Wang Dachun's turn. What made him dumbfounded was that in this game, he faced He Cheng, the top Anjin player of the Zhou family.
Wang Dachun looked at He Cheng and smiled: "Are you going to admit defeat on your own, or should I ask you to go down?"
"Again!"
The audience below was a little dissatisfied. If this was the case, they would still be watching a shitty game!
Are there no fees for tickets?
He Cheng snorted softly, "There is no such word as surrender in my dictionary, come here!"
Wang Dachun rolled his eyes, "Humph, you are overestimating your capabilities! You go ahead and attack, otherwise you will have no chance!"
"Okay, take the move!"
He Cheng stepped on the ground with both feet, rose into the air, and punched Wang Dachun in the chest.
Wang Dachun smiled disdainfully and punched him as well. Seeing that the two fists were about to collide, He Cheng's face showed a smile of success.
"Um?"
The hair on Wang Dachun's fists suddenly stood up, and a bad premonition came over him.
He was startled, and the Purple Demon Eyes opened wide, and he saw a blade between each of He Cheng's fingers, and the blade was blue.
It's extremely poisonous at first glance!
Are you actually playing tricks on yourself?
If he fights with him, his fist will be punctured, and the poison will enter his body.
What a good plan!
If you think about it with your buttocks, you will know that it is Zhou Xue's conspiracy.
Wang Dachun sneered in his heart. Seeing that his fists were about to collide, he suddenly changed his fist into a palm, grabbed He Cheng's wrist fiercely, twisted it hard, and immediately removed his arm.
Wang Dachun raised He Cheng's fist and said, "Referee, this person has a blade hidden between his fingers, and there is poison on the blade. Is this a violation?"
The referee said: "I have said it before, all means can be used in the game, this is not a violation!"
Wang Dachun: "..."
Isn't this a violation?
So what counts as a violation!
"What! Actually using poison? This is too despicable!"
"That's right, I think we should just call it a poison competition!"
"Whether this referee can do it or not? If not, get out!"
The audience below was unwilling and protested loudly. After all, they came to see the martial arts competition, not to see who could use poison.
In the end, the referee was under pressure and announced that He Cheng had violated the rules, but he had already lost anyway, and he was eliminated regardless of whether he violated the rules or not.
Through this incident, Wang Dachun can see the cruelty of this competition. The rules of the competition are that there are no rules. It seems that the players can do anything.
No one would use such despicable methods in the following games, even though there were no restrictions on using poison to hide it.
However, anyone with a sense of justice would disdain to use this method, and winning would be disgraceful.
In the last match, Wang Dachun faced the iron fist champion Liu Shisan in the boxing gym.
As long as he beats Liu Shisan, Wang Dachun can enter the top three and go to the imperial capital to participate in the finals.
However, this Liu Shisan seems to be very strong, relying entirely on strength all the way.
Almost no one is his enemy.
Wang Dachun hugged Liu Shisan and said, "Brother Liu, I can see that you are very strong. It would be an honor for me to fight against a master like you. Please!"
Liu Shisan also cupped his fists at Wang Dachun, "Mr. Wang, you are also very strong. I am looking forward to dueling you. No matter whether I win or lose, it will be my honor!"
In the audience, Shi Zhentian looked at Zuo Tianming and said with a smile: "Fat Zuo, do you dare to take a bet?"
Zuo Tianming narrowed his eyes, "Humph, why not? How much do you want to bet?"
Shi Zhentian said: "I'll bet 10 million on King Dachun to win."
Zuo Tianming said: "Let's take a gamble. I bet 10 million on Liu Shisan to win."
Li Junlan smiled and said: "I also spent 10 million to bet that Wang Dachun would win. Mr. Zuo, do you dare to bet with the little girl?"
Zuo Tianming's bean-sized eyes flashed, "Since this beauty wants to play, I'll play with you. But let's change the bets. If I lose, I'll give you 10 million. If you lose, I'll give you 10 million." How about I sleep for one night? Do you dare to play?"
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