The Peerless Master of the Female President

Chapter 80

Leave a name on the life and death certificate, and death is not worth life.

Here, the way of resolving grievances in the ancient martial arts world is also a rule that the country tacitly approves. As long as you sign your name on the life and death certificate, no one will intervene if you kill someone or be beaten to death.

If someone retaliates afterwards and the matter is revealed again, he will be hunted down by people from the entire ancient martial arts world. Even members of the seven ancient martial arts families dare not break this rule at will.

Zhao Dachui signed the life-and-death certificate neatly. Seeing that Wen Gang on the opposite side was about to write his name, he quickly interrupted: "Please slow down, I have something to say..."

"what's up?"

Wen Gang frowned and asked.

Zhao Dachui smiled slightly and said: "Mr. Wen Gang, there is no grievance between us. The people who have friction with me are your two nephews. I agree with you to fight me instead of them, but that doesn't mean I agree with you to die instead of them." , so please ask them to come up and sign the certificate of life and death."

"This……"

Wen Gang was at a loss for words for a while, and he couldn't find a reason to refute. He never thought of dying instead of his nephew. The reason why he didn't consider signing the life and death certificate was entirely because he never thought of losing.

Therefore, signing the life and death certificate does not matter much to him.

Just don't be afraid of anything, if Zhao Dazhui really beat him, and he left his name on the certificate of life and death, and was beaten to death in the ring, wouldn't he be wronged?

After all, he and Zhao Dahui had no grievances at all, at most he was just a little unhappy seeing Zhao Dahammer.

Zhao Dahammer's words didn't just make Wen Gang speechless. The same was true for Wen Long and Wen Hu. After he was strong, he went to find Uncle Seven to play instead of him.

A 'replacement' is enough to show that he never thought of helping his cousin Wenlong die!

Wenlong, who really had friction with Zhao Dahammer, only thought about how to find someone to kill Zhao Dahammer, but never thought that he would die.

In other words, none of the three members of the Wen family thought they would die. For a while, the three of them looked at me, I looked at him, and he looked at you. No one took the initiative to sign the life and death certificate.

Seeing this, Sun Yanran on the referee's seat instantly collapsed, and said dissatisfiedly: "You two juniors of the Wen family, you took the initiative to make a life-and-death fight. Don’t you just think about killing people, but never about being killed?”

"That is, if you are afraid of death, say it out loud, cancel this life-and-death battle, and don't let us wait here in vain."

The sarcasm of Zhang Dejun, the descendant of Taijimen, is not concealed at all. Wenlong and Wenhu have a life-and-death fight, but they dare not sign a life-and-death certificate, which makes him quite disgusted and looks down on these two brothers very much.

The ridicule of Zhang Dejun and Sun Yanran made Wenlong and Wenhu very angry, but because of their senior status, they dared not do anything, so they could only hide their anger in their hearts.

Sensing the mocking gazes from around them, Wen Long and Wen Hu had to make a choice.

Since the source of the matter was Wen Long, and Wen Hu didn't want to sign the life-and-death certificate for him, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk up to the life-and-death platform to sign the life-and-death certificate.

After signing the certificate of life and death, Wen Long became quite uneasy, and couldn't help whispering in Wen Gang's ear: "Uncle Seven, now that the life of my nephew is in your hands, you must give [-]% of the money." In the battle of strength, don't let up, or your nephew and I will be finished."

Wen Gang patted Wen Long on the shoulder, and said in relief: "A-Long, don't worry, Uncle Seven will definitely go all out."

"Then I'll wait and see."

After Wen Long finished speaking, he cast a vicious glance at Zhao Dahammer, and then stepped off the stage of life and death.

At this time, Zhang Dejun, the most respected and respected judge on the referee's seat, said, "Both of you, you can start now."

"Junior, let's do it!"

Wen Gang believed that Zhao Dahammer was a generation of Gao, so he was embarrassed to take the lead, so he put his hands behind his back and put on a posture of an elder and expert, waiting for Zhao Dahammer to attack first, and by the way, he had a look at Zhao Dahammer's martial arts routines, so as to make the best surprise counterattack .

"Then I'm welcome."

Zhao Dachui raised the corners of his mouth slightly, showing a sneer, and approached Wen Gang slowly step by step.

Seeing Zhao Dachui approaching step by step instead of rushing towards him instantly, Wen Gang suddenly felt a hairy feeling in his heart. He instinctively wanted to take a few steps back and distance himself from Zhao Dachui, but he couldn't save his face.

Without any choice.

Wen Gang forcibly suppressed the panic in his heart, focused [-]% of his attention, and fixedly stared at Zhao Dahui, in order to deal with Zhao Dahui's possible surprise attack.

It's a pity that Zhao Dahammer didn't intend to make a sudden attack from the beginning to the end, but walked in front of Wen Gang in a leisurely manner, stopped at a step and a half away, and smiled, "Are you ready?"

"Nonsense, let's do it!"

On the surface of Wen Gang, there was no wave in the old well, and Zhao Dachui did not reduce his attention at all, but behind his back, he subconsciously retracted his hands behind him, and was ready to defend at any time.

Strange to say, with his strength in the early stage of Gang Jin, there is actually no need to put a junior martial artist in his eyes at all, and he didn't intend to put Zhao Dahammer in his eyes, but Zhao Dahammer's delay in making a move made his heart slow. Slowly panicked, and even gradually gave birth to a trace of timidity.

"This kid must be pretending to play psychological warfare. In fact, he has no strength. I can't be fooled by him. If he accidentally catches a moment of trance, I will lose my old face."

While Wen Gang was muttering in his heart, although he was still staring at Zhao Dahammer, his expression was still in a trance.

Zhao Dachui grasped this moment keenly, and suddenly threw out a right uppercut that seemed simple but was actually as fast as a tiger. It was as if an invisible fist had hit him in the face.

The wind of a fist can hurt people, and the breeze of this punch must be astonishingly strong.

Wen Gang was startled, put away his contempt completely, quickly took a step back, threw a hasty left uppercut, and confronted Zhao Dachui head-on.

"Kakka~~"

A series of cracking sounds sounded, and Wen Gang's facial features instantly distorted. He didn't expect Zhao Dahammer to be able to use his own strength alone, without the blessing of mobilizing his true energy, to be able to strike a terrifying force like a bull sprinting. His fist touched With Zhao Dahammer's fist, the phalanges burst open, like a firecracker.

Wen Gang's phalanx burst was just the beginning.

Under the action of Zhao Dahammer's natural strange force, Wen Gang's finger bones burst first, then his hand bones, and then his whole body rose from the ground and flew backwards.

It's slow to say, but actually all of this happened in a short moment, that is, a face-to-face effort.

To put it simply, Wen Gang was punched flying by Zhao Dahammer, and the bones of his entire hand were also broken. In medical terms, it is called a "comminuted fracture". It should be scrapped.

(End of this chapter)