boxing glory

Mo Dao stood in the center of the arena, turned slightly, and stared like wolves and tigers at the ten black boxers who came out from the iron fence.

There was a hint of sarcasm on his face, and he said four words repeatedly: "Ten dead people!"

It was Wang Quan who took the lead.

As he walked, he was thinking about how to fight the magic knife alone.The task provided by the system is to let him do it alone with the magic knife instead of fighting in groups.If you go up with the other nine people, it is obvious that even if you win, this mission will be a failure.At the same time, he silently took out the ball of energy gel from the system space, and applied it on the surface of his fist.It is definitely a joke to rely on one's own ability to do the Daomo Dao!
Wang Quan deeply believed that even if there were ten of him, he would not be able to put this guy down, so he could only rely on cheating.

This is black boxing, as long as you can win, as long as you can make money, you can use any means.

If it was in a formal arena, Wang Quan would never do this, he would use real materials to defeat the opponent!
Of course, in the official arena, he would not be so foolish as to choose such a disparate opponent!
At this time, in the auditorium on the east side, a pair of people came striding over, aggressively.They followed a young man in his mid-thirties, who was dressed in brocade clothes, like the stars surrounding the moon.

This young man's face was dark and dark, his eyes were deep, revealing a faint domineering aura.

The two subordinates immediately found some best viewing positions for him in the auditorium, drove away the people who had been sitting on them, and respectfully asked him to sit down.The people who were chased away wanted to get angry. After all, the people who can watch the fight in this underground boxing match are not ordinary people, but when they saw the young man, they nodded and bowed quickly, and respectfully called Master Ji.

Master Ji sat on his seat properly and looked towards the center of the scene.

A woman with a hot figure in a black tulle dress came over, also with a bit of respect, stood beside him and bowed slightly.

"Master Ji is here? I regret to tell you that due to the delay of the opponent's flight of the magic knife, he can't come, so a wonderful competition cannot be shown to you as scheduled. However, our manager has re-planned and carefully selected Choose ten black fighters to fight a big battle, I believe it will be very exciting."

Young Master Ji looked towards the center of the field, with a hint of a smile on his face.

He shook his head slowly: "Your manager is really stupid. Do you think that you can defeat the magic knife by picking out ten black boxers? If their strength and technology can be integrated into one person, they may still be able to fight. Fight , Sometimes it’s not that the more people the better, especially for experts, how can a plate of loose sand beat a stone?”

Those words made the beautiful woman's white forehead sweat a lot, she nodded and said yes.

She looked a little scared, as if she was worried that the man in front of her would suddenly show power and tear her apart.

Master Ji turned his head, glanced at her, and said lightly: "You don't have to be so fearful, am I a person who likes to care about things?"

A word that is light and fluffy, but it is like a mountain pressing down on a beautiful woman's heart.She hurriedly explained: "No, no, Master Ji, you have a big heart, but...we just feel sorry for not doing it right. I originally informed you that there was such a peerless boxing match, but now you are here, but you didn't let me know." You see, we are very sorry."

Master Ji waved his hand: "Forget it, it seems to be quite enjoyable to see how the magic knife beat those ten black boxers to death. How is the current betting situation?"

The beauty quickly took out a tablet, swiped on it, and looked at the numbers that were constantly beating.

She said: "Master Ji, there are 360 ​​seven people betting now, about [-]% of them are betting on the magic knife to win, and [-]% of them are betting on ten black boxers to win."

Master Ji shrugged his shoulders: "It doesn't make much sense, because I also bet on the magic knife to win. Forget it, bet 2000 million, and it's not bad to make some money."

Next to him, a young female assistant who was absolutely no less in stature and appearance than that beauty, immediately took out a black American Express card and handed it over.

The beauty took it over respectfully, and bowed slightly to the young man: "Master Ji, I will do it now, you can win a small amount of money tonight. Although it is nothing to you, it can make you feel happy." Many little girls admire you even more."

Master Ji laughed, raised his hand and patted her pout: "Go."

He leaned back on the seat, raised his legs, took the drink handed by the assistant next to him, and took a sip happily.

Looking at the center of the field again, he suddenly frowned: "What is that doing? Is there a fool who wants to fight alone with the magic knife? Even if he wants to die, he doesn't have to do it so quickly and be so miserable, right?"

As he spoke, he laughed out loud with mockery all over his face.

The people around, including all the spectators in the auditorium, couldn't help laughing.

In the middle of the boxing ring, a small situation appeared.Just as the ten black boxers were about to surround the magic knife and attack at the same time, a young man waved his hand, quite calmly: "Don't worry, you are all watching from the side, I will try his power first."

The person who spoke was Wang Quan.

He walked to the opposite side of the magic knife, three meters apart, slightly bent his knees, put his hands on his knees, and hooked his fingers towards the opponent.

Although he didn't speak, his attitude was contemptuous and the meaning was obvious.

The magic knife was stunned for a moment, and then let out a loud laugh.He said in half-baked Chinese: "You strange person, are you going to challenge me one-on-one? Aren't you afraid that I will punch all your bones to pieces?"

Xue Zheng said anxiously at the side: "Hey, brother, you can't do this! You will definitely be beaten to death by the magic knife alone, let's go together!"

Wang Quan didn't speak, and raised a finger towards him and waved it.

The other nine boxers were also puzzled for a while, and then burst into laughter.

"This kid, is there something wrong with his brain? He actually wants to single out the Demon Knife!"

"I think he ran to the black boxing ring to commit suicide!"

"I really don't know the heights of the sky and the earth. If he can knock off a hair of the magic knife by himself, I will take his surname and worship him as my teacher!"

"" If he thinks he is going to kill himself like this, can the boxing ring still give him a sum of compensation?Absolutely impossible, he can only drag his body to the underground river and let the loach eat it! "

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Tao Dali laughed the hardest, and he said loudly: "Boy, I'm so sorry, I offended you just now, it turns out that you are going to kill yourself! I'm really not kind enough to care about people like you who want to die ah!"

These words caused roars of laughter from the surrounding black boxers.

The narrator's astonished voice came from the loudspeaker: "Look, everyone, what's going on now, there is a black boxer who came out first and wanted to single out with our Master Demon Sword? Am I right? Maybe he is Self-sacrifice, in order to let the other nine black fighters better understand the strength of the opponent, willing to be a test product! So, should we applaud this heroic behavior?"