The system made me a big star

On the 18th,
Lu Li then drove Silbei to the stadium.

The moment he saw a Silbert worth hundreds of millions coming from afar.

everyone knows

Lu Li is here!

at this time,

Marlowe Oliver was already in the backstage lounge when he heard that Lu Li was really coming to fight.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing an evil smile,
"Lu Li, you really dare to come here."

Silbe drove unimpeded all the way to the center of the gymnasium.

Land from,

He was dressed in black, with cool hair, and he was a clean young man in front of everyone's eyes.

next moment,
The audience burst into warm cheers.

"Land from!"

"Land from!!"

at this time,

The lights converged on the other side, and a tall and mighty man was seen coming from the other side.

Behind him is a group of followers.

It was in stark contrast to Lu Li who came alone.

"Are you Lu Li?"

"I'm."

"Unexpectedly, Lu Li, you actually dare to come."

"Since I have accepted the challenge post, I will come naturally."

Marlowe Oliver raised his head and laughed, "Hahaha, good! Lu Li, I hope you don't regret today's decision."

Marlowe Oliver took the lead in jumping onto the ring, and the moment his 180-jin body jumped onto the ring.

The platform made a loud noise.

Everyone gasped,
"It's a stubble."

"Marlo Oliver is a capable person. There is a reason why he can defeat those 'martial arts masters'."

"Compared to Marlowe Oliver, Lu Li is just a thin little dwarf."

"I'm a little worried about Lu Li's situation now. Can he beat Marlowe Oliver?"

"It's a little hard to say."

Seeing that Lu Li was late on stage, Marlowe Oliver laughed loudly and said,

"Lu Li, you probably won't be able to come up."

Lu Li glanced at the organizer, "Well, don't you have a ladder?"

The organizer was slightly taken aback.

Ladder. Ladder?

Are you not a martial arts master?

You can't even climb a three-meter-high platform?

This this.
but,

Hearing Lu Li's request for a ladder, the organizer immediately found a stool.

By the stool,

Lu Li climbed onto the competition stage.

This scene made many foreigners and pro-Marlo Oliver laugh out loud.

They laughed,

"This is a martial arts master? Can't even make it to a martial arts arena?"

"I'm dying of laughter, Lu Li, please stop joking, I can hit ten of you."

"You'd better admit defeat as soon as possible, don't be beaten up like Li Mu when the time comes, your nose is black and your face is swollen."

Many of Lu Li's supporters were stunned when they saw this scene.

Lu Li, he...how could he not even be able to get up to a stage?

"I'm even more worried about Lu Li now, maybe he doesn't have martial arts at all."

"I don't know what to do now, I can only pray that Lu Li can fight better."

"Lu Li, you have to be careful. If you can't beat him, don't hold on."

"Hey, we were the ones who killed Lu Li. If it weren't for us, he might not have agreed to this duel."

"Yes, if we hadn't urged him strongly, he wouldn't have agreed."

"Lu Li, no matter we win or lose, we will always love you."

"Lu Li! Come on!"

On the stage, Lu Li clapped his hands.

His eyes stared at Marlowe Oliver.

"It's you who made the box office of "Ip Man" sluggish, right?"

"You idiot, you're dead now."