City: I turned out to be a villain

Chapter 79 No. 23
"Ten, nine, eight, seven...one, let's congratulate number 23 for winning!"

The referee on the stage slapped the ground of the ring heavily on the side, making a crackling sound.

Every sound touched everyone's heart, and most of the audience still hoped that the black king could stand up.

But in the end, the black king still didn't ask the opponent's full seal.

In the end, his opponent won. Hearing the sound of the end, the yellow man let go of the black king, and walked away weakly, leaning against the iron cage next to the ring, panting heavily.

"Roar!" Hei Wang felt his body lighten, and immediately stood up, hammering his chest and shouting, just like a furious chimpanzee, roaring, and attacking the opponent.

The opponent was stunned, he didn't expect that the black king would suddenly rise up and charge towards him, but the loss of strength after the strenuous exercise made him very weak now and wanted to avoid it, but his feet seemed to be filled with lead. Can't move.

The referee at the side was also stunned, but after a while he came to his senses, this referee was also a ruthless person, he strode forward and grabbed the black king's arm violently, the black king couldn't advance an inch.

Seeing this, the opponent breathed a sigh of relief.

The black king tried his best to break free from the referee's pull, but the strength he used was like a mud cow sinking into the sea, and it didn't achieve any effect.

With a horizontal movement and a wave of his big hand, the referee grabbed the black king and threw it towards the wall of the iron cage.

"Oh!"

The audience was shocked by this scene. After all, the black king is such a big man, at least 250 catties, but he was easily thrown away by the referee.

This was already beyond their cognition, but they didn't think so much and started shouting the referee's name loudly.

There are still warriors in these audiences, and they can feel how strong the referee is. Although it is not as strong as Qi Jin, it is not far behind, which is what ordinary people call the peak of dark strength.

And Zhang Xingyuan seemed to know everything long ago, without any shock or doubt.

After all, the masters behind this fighting arena are the Chen family in the capital, the property of that martial arts family, the Chen Xinjie family.

The property of the Chen family in the capital not only has a martial arts gym, but also a fighting arena like this.

The Chen family in the capital city has a grandmaster, so it is not surprising that there are many masters, such as the referee in front of him.

The black king was completely stunned by this throw, feeling the severe pain in his body, even though he was born with a strong ability to resist blows.

Lying halfway on the ground, he glared at the referee unwillingly. He also knew that he was unruly in this matter, but he didn't move. After all, it was very clear who was strong and who was weak.

"You have already lost!" The referee went to the black king and said viciously, grabbing the black king's hair.

Black King knew that resistance was useless, so he lowered his brows and remained silent.

Then the referee let go of the black king's hair, walked to the side of the yellow man, raised the hand of the yellow man and shouted loudly: "I declare now that the winner is No. 23!"

Half of the audience in the audience sighed in frustration. After all, they thought the black king would win, and the other half were just here to watch the show, shouting loudly.

Zhang Xingyuan stood up silently, walked around from the side, and went to the backstage.

On the stage, the referee put down the hand of No. 23 and asked, "Would you like to continue the challenge? If there is another round, I promise you to double the prize money!"

No. 23 originally wanted to give up. Although he was sincere, but facing this kind of high-intensity battle, one battle was okay, and if there were many consecutive battles, it would definitely be unbearable.

But when he heard the referee say the very tempting words for him, the prize money was doubled, the grayness in his eyes suddenly brightened, and he said weakly: "Continue!"

"Okay! Our No. 23 chose to continue fighting, so what should everyone do next!" the referee said loudly. Although the voice was not very loud, the audience could hear it clearly.

Immediately, the whole audience was boiling. You must know that the black king was once the king of five consecutive victories, and that is why they overwhelmed the black king. Although the number 23 won the black king, anyone with a discerning eye can see that , this win is extremely difficult.

Looking at how weak No. 23 is now, he still wants to continue to challenge.

However, they didn't feel sorry for the number 23, but they were making a premise for their next judgment.

"Can you allow me to rest for a while?" No. 23 sat slumped on the ground, gasping for breath, and even performed the exercises he practiced, trying to adjust his state as much as possible.

"You only have 10 minutes!" The referee looked at No. 23, who was slumped on the ground, and said.

"Thank you!" Number 23 spit out two words lightly.

The referee was slightly taken aback, he worked here, experienced too much explosive force and bloodiness, he has already become numb, the way he treats people is just like how he treated the black king just now, facing the sudden thank you from No. 23 I don't know how to answer.

"Can you tell me why you came here!" the referee had no choice but to ask.

"Because I need money!" No. 23 said softly, with a longing for hope and determination in his eyes.

The referee was a little puzzled and then said: "You are very interesting!"

The person in front of him is very different. In this fighting arena, there are too many people who are pursuing the pleasure of punching to the flesh. Of course, some people are doing it for money, but this is very different from him.

"Thank you for the compliment!" 23 said.

"Hurry up and reply, your time is running out!" said the referee.

On the 23rd, he returned to the state of meditation and practiced the exercises he had practiced.

At this time, Zhang Xingyuan came to the backstage, silently waiting for the number 23.

10 minutes passed quickly, and the field that had been silent for 10 minutes suddenly became hot again.

"It's time for a break, so please yourself!" The referee walked to the stage and said to No. 23 who was resting next to him.

Then he turned to face the audience and said loudly: "The 10-minute break is over, and the second battle on the 23rd will be ushered in next, so let's wait and see if he can achieve the second consecutive victory!"

"Second match, No. 23 vs. No. [-]!"

After the referee shouted loudly, a strong white man came out from the door of the iron cage, with dreadlocks on his head and a faint sternness on his face.

"White Shark! White Shark! White Shark!"

(End of this chapter)