Opening: Me, I become stronger when I am beaten!

In just one day, Ye Chen's reputation has already resounded throughout the whole black region.

After dinner, many people were talking about the wonderful battles in this underground fighting arena. Of course, without exception, the protagonists were all Ye Chen.

Lan Ao made a lot of money in this way, and he quickly tasted the sweetness.

If there are really talented players, the treatment is not the same. A large part of the people in Heiyu just want to watch for excitement.

However, the style of painting changes suddenly when a person with a head and a face comes on stage.

Maybe it's the celebrity effect.

In the following time, Lan Ao directly asked his subordinates to draw up a portrait and post it.

The difference from other fighters is that the others are big and thick, with big arms and round waists, full of explosive power.

Only Ye Chen, with fluttering clothes, looks like a handsome young man, and what is remarkable is that handsome face, with exquisite and flawless features, and long hair that is flowing and unrestrained, chic and has a special charm.

Originally, fighting in the arena was only for men to watch, but soon, there were many women in the duel arena.

"Young Master Ye is so handsome. Not only is he handsome, but he also has the ability to pull a thousand pounds. It's simply overwhelming."

"That's right, in comparison, these big guys who pick their feet are a bunch of trash."

On this day, Ye Chen was waiting for the next challenger on the ring.

The original group of fighters had already been beaten from start to finish.

Even though these people have strong physiques, they are still mortal bodies after all, and their physiques have limits after all.

As for Ye Chen's demigod body, it can be said that it has already been completely reborn. How can these ordinary people compare to the tyranny of his physique.

This is not a state at all, it is a difference between cloud and mud.

He beat all the well-known and well-known signboard figures present, so that these people had no strength to fight back.

So for half a day, no one came to challenge.

Just at this time, a group of people suddenly came from outside the door, among them were a few fighters with big arms and round waists, they were nine feet tall, standing very conspicuous in the crowd.

Someone has identified the identity of the old man.

"These people are from other fighting arenas, and they are all top fighters."

"They're here to mess things up, and there are so many of them all at once!"

"There's a good show to watch."

Everyone was looking forward to the next good show, and wanted to see if the legendary young strong man could fight against the crowd.

However, many female spectators at the scene showed concern.

"Can Mr. Ye do it?"

"It would be a pity if such a handsome person was killed by them."

"There are so many people bullying one, it really doesn't speak martial arts!"

Under the stage, a middle-aged man with a big belly came out.

"Lan Ao, stay on the front line in life, so we can meet each other in the future. Obviously we can do business happily, but why do you let us not get along?"

"Since this is the case, then we have to take a look at how much weight your signboard really has."

The middle-aged man waved his hand, and a strong man came out behind him.

Every time he took a step forward, there seemed to be a muffled sound on the ground. This strong physique was simply too conspicuous.

Many people have already recognized the person who came, it is Jin Hu, the signature character of the Gold Medal Fighting Arena.

It is said that this person was born with supernatural power. He once killed a cow with one punch, tore a tiger with his hands, and pulled out a weeping willow.

The strong man glanced at the top of the ring, moved his neck, and made a "clack" sound.

"Ye Chen, listen to me, Jin Hu, the gold medal fighting field, challenges you, if you don't want to die, come down and admit defeat!"

This person is very angry, and it seems that he has enough arrogant strength.

He moved his arms, and his large bulging muscles were like mountain bags, which was really shocking.

However, in Ye Chen's eyes, this is nothing more than some chickens and dogs.

"Go ahead and fight, if you lose, I'll kowtow to you a hundred times!"

Everyone took a deep breath.

This golden tiger is as strong as an ox, so it's okay to speak louder

But Ye Chen, with his slender arms and legs, looked very weak, but his tone was even louder, probably he had never died.

Being yelled at by such a young and thin boy in public, Jin Hu gritted his teeth for a while, feeling his face was hot, as if someone had slapped him in the face.

"Boy looking for death!"

He jumped onto the ring in one step, and when his feet landed on the ground, there was a dull and loud noise.

Looking at the body shapes of both sides, Jin Hu's arms are thicker than Ye Chen's legs, and he is also more than a head taller than him.

Such a difference in size is hardly too obvious.

Just after entering the stage, Jin Hu threw out a punch, his arms were raging like a gust of wind whistling in his ears.

Everyone held their breath.

Ye Chen dodged and easily dodged the tyrannical punch, and then turned back with a palm push.

Compared with the disproportionate palm of Jinhu's huge body, it looks like a towering tree.

But he still took three steps backwards in a row before he managed to stabilize his figure.

Until then, Ye Chen followed quickly and punched his face.

"I'll kill you, you idiot!"

"boom!"

With a punch, it was as if soy sauce had been spread, Jin Hu's two nostrils burst out with blood, and his nose was crooked.

"How dare you be arrogant in front of me!"

Then there was another punch, hitting Jin Hu's stomach, and he squatted down directly covering his stomach, his body was like a shrimp.

"Trash doesn't deserve to appear in the arena!"

Then, Ye Chen kicked forward again.

Jin Hu flew upside down and flew straight to a distance of more than ten feet, almost hitting the audience.

Such a scene directly stunned the whole process.

The few strong men in the rear immediately lost their fighting spirit.

"I have something to do, sorry."

"I'm going back to eat and come back another day."

"excuse me."

The original seven or eight strong men all left immediately.

The boss of the Gold Medal Fighting Arena had a gloomy face, but he still didn't leave.

"Just now, I was just throwing bricks to attract jade. I didn't expect Mr. Ye to be so powerful. Next, I will send God of War to play. I wonder if Mr. Ye would dare to fight?"

Hearing this, Ye Chen made a friendly gesture directly.

The middle-aged man's face darkened, he waved his hand, and then a huge figure walked in from the door.

This person had dark skin, his body was like a hill, his hands and feet were bound by iron chains as thick as his wrists, and behind him was a huge stone ball as tall as a person.

This way of appearing on the stage is shocking, and his name is well known.

This is Amo, the god of war who holds the title of the strongest king. He is invulnerable to swords and guns, can open mountains with his fists, and can lift the city gate with one hand.

Everyone understood that the next battle was worth seeing.