inherit quadrillion

Chapter 873 A Fat Man

"You're taking advantage of the rules."

"certainly!"

"Although you took advantage of the loopholes in the rules, you didn't have a written agreement not to do so, so it's not a violation."

After reading the VAM agreement and Zhang Feng's employment contract with Qin Wuming, the elder said calmly.

And after the Great Elder finished speaking, Zhang Wenchen almost didn't spit out a mouthful of blood.

This bitch is worse than a fart.

The three words Qin Wuming are mythical existences in the ancient martial arts world. They are called ancient martial evildoers, and they are also called peerless geniuses that are rare in thousands of years.

Just this ring match.

Not to mention the comparison between flying dragons and Qin Wuming, even if ten or twenty flying dragons were tied together, it probably wouldn't be enough for Qin Wuming to fight.

"Hey, Second Uncle... Look at the ring, why did the flying dragon pass out?"

"Could it be that you fainted from fright?"

Just when Zhang Wenchen was so depressed that he was about to vomit blood, Zhang Feng's voice suddenly sounded.

What?
Hearing Zhang Feng's words, Zhang Wenchen quickly looked up the ring, but he was almost not pissed off.

I saw that Qin Wuming was standing at the edge of the arena, with his arms folded and his eyes squinted... as if he was closing his eyes and resting his mind, or fell asleep.

Watching the dragon!

On the other hand, he lay directly on the ring, his whole body trembling at a frequency visible to the naked eye.

He didn't even fight, and was frightened by the strong breath released by Qin Wuming, lying on the ring.

"Feilong, stand up for me, stand up for me... Don't be so embarrassing on top."

"I order you to stand up immediately..."

Zhang Wenchen was so angry that he roared directly.

But before he finished shouting, Qin Wuming's figure suddenly flashed, and he rushed forward and kicked Feilong off the ring.

Feilong also rolled his eyes, and passed out immediately.

"Oh, this person has passed out. He hasn't passed out completely just now... He is completely passed out now."

Looking at the unconscious Feilong, Zhang Feng deliberately gloated and said.

"To shut up!"

Zhang Wenchen roared.

Zhang Feng said: "Second Uncle, do you think you lost this first match? If you say you didn't lose... I don't mind doing it again!"

"you……"

Zhang Wenchen wanted to roar, but now he was so angry that his brain was congested, and his heart was full of angry flames, and he couldn't think of anything to say.

"Okay, Zhang Feng... I don't believe that you still have such a master. This round is considered to be my loss, but don't forget that we won two out of three rounds."

"Then we will compete in the second game. The master I will send out next is a master who is stronger than Feilong, and it is more powerful than 01:30. I don't believe that you have another Qin Wuming who can use it." .”

Zhang Wenchen stared at Zhang Feng firmly, and clenched his fists tightly.

When he said this, blue veins popped up on his forehead. It was obvious that he was extremely angry now, and he wanted to kill Zhang Feng immediately.

"Tiance, you will be on stage in the second game!"

After Zhang Wenchen finished speaking, he was silent for a few seconds and let out a loud shout.

And as his words fell, a middle-aged man around 40 years old had already appeared on the ring.

Tiance!

The international mercenary leaderboard, the seventh-ranked super master.

This Tian Ce is a Chinese, and ancient martial arts masters will not age with age.

When a normal person is 40 years old, his physical fitness is definitely not as good as 20 years old, not as good as 30 years old...but for ancient warriors, as long as your realm is high enough...then your body will become stronger and stronger as you age.

Because in the process of your continuous contact with the ancient warriors, you are reshaping and forging your body again and again.

Just like the Great Elder!
Now they are all in their 70s, close to 80 years old, but their physical fitness is at its peak.

And in his state, even if his realm stagnates, even if he has been in the current realm, his physical fitness can be maintained for at least 15 years.

This!

This is the horror of ancient warriors.

"Zhang Feng, this is the seventh-ranked super expert on the mercenary leaderboard. He definitely doesn't need Qin Wuming to be weak."

"But you have already used Qin Wuming, will the people you send next be as powerful as Qin Wuming?"

Zhang Wenchen said coldly, with a playful smile on his face.

Because he felt that it was impossible for Zhang Feng to come up with an ancient warrior as powerful as Qin Wuming.

"Xiao Chuan, it's time for you to play."

However, Zhang Feng didn't answer but just yelled lightly.

And as his voice fell, a shocking scene appeared. A fat man appeared at the entrance, weighing more than 200 kilograms by visual inspection.

The fat man ran in panting and climbed onto the ring.

Senseless!

Zhang Wenchen was dumbfounded, and Tiance on the ring was also dumbfounded.

Zhang Feng beside Zhang Wenchen was also stunned.

"Zhang Feng, what do you mean... This fat man is not an ancient warrior, is he? And judging by his tender appearance, he should not be an adult, right? What the hell are you doing?"

Zhang Feng gave a low drink.

"Hehe, so what if you are not an adult, Tiance must be scared to kneel down if you are not an adult, believe it or not?"

Zhang Feng spoke disdainfully.

"Zhang Feng, what kind of tricks are you doing? If you want to compete, it's like... don't make these useless."

"Just this underage little fat man, wouldn't you be sending him to death if you let him go up? Or... you have no one else to use except Qin Wuming?"

Zhang Wenchen said.

The Great Elder sat quietly without saying a word, his eyes rested on the fat man on the ring indifferently, with a strange smile on his face.

Because the Great Elder had already guessed what Zhang Feng was going to do.

"Second uncle, don't you worry, how do you know that I can't win this game, how do you know that Xiao Chuan will lose?"

"Let the game begin now, and whoever loses and who wins will naturally see the outcome."

Zhang Feng said with a grin.

After speaking, it means that the referee can start.

On the ring!

Tiance looked at the fat man in front of him with disdain, and just wanted to let the fat man roll down by himself, because he could tell... this fat man was not an ancient warrior at all.

He only knows some ancient martial arts of three-legged cats. It belongs to the kind of barely getting started. He is a super strong No. 7 in the mercenary rankings, and he doesn't bother to compete with such people.

And as the referee announced the start of the game.

Without waiting for Tiance to speak first, Qin Xiaochuan suddenly raised his finger to Tiance, and let out a low shout:
"I said...you listen to me, my name is Qin Wuzheng, and Qin Wuming is my brother... If you dare to hit me, my brother will be beaten to death in minutes, believe it or not. "

"Anyway, my brother is watching from under the ring, you dare to try with me!"

Qin Xiaochuan growled directly.

In the spectating area, Zhang Wenchen, who had already had the chance to win the game and felt that he had won this round, had a bad expression on his face after hearing this.

A mouthful of old blood had reached his throat, ready to spurt out at any time.

(End of this chapter)