Yama arrives

When Du Yun stepped onto the No. [-] arena, he saw a black man walking staggeringly. After seeing the man's face clearly, Du Yun felt amused. His opponent was Gu Muay Thai who was knocked unconscious by his punch last night. Brother Fei.

"Why, why is it you?" After Brother Fei came to the stage, his legs trembled uncontrollably.

Du Yun smiled and said, "Shouldn't you be happy to see an old friend? Why do you look frightened?"

"Who the hell is a good friend with you, you are a scam."

Du Yun didn't care about Brother Fei's cursing, and continued to laugh: "Do you want to make another bet, or I will punch you. If you don't fall, you will win this blow. If you fall, give me another punch." Don't talk about the bottle of oil, the bottle of oil you gave me last night is really useful."

Brother Fei gritted his teeth angrily: "The oil is gone."

"It's okay, then put it on the account first, and it won't be too late for you to give it to me next time we meet."

Du Yun began to rub his wrists, as if warming up before punching.

Brother Fei backed away in fright, and said tremblingly, "What are you doing?"

"Nonsense! We are all here to compete, of course we fought."

Brother Fei panicked.

Last night, he was first beaten by Du Yun, and then his wrists were pinched and broken by Guardian Blanc. Now he doesn't even have the strength to make a fist. The reason why he insisted on going on stage was to try his luck. It is necessary to fight.

But now against Du Yun, Brother Fei completely gave up the idea of ​​fighting hard.

"I remembered, my daughter-in-law is due to give birth today, and I have to go back to China." Brother Fei shouted: "Referee! I retire, my wife gave birth, and I want to go back to China to be a father."

There was a sigh in the audience.

This excuse is too bad.

"That's Gu Muay Thai, right? He made a fool of himself in the international competition. Is this guy a spy?"

"Although it is difficult for the ancient muay thai boxing to be ranked among the top ten in the world, their strength is not bad. Even in the last international competition, they were inseparable from the strength of the Huaxia dragon team, and finally won by a narrow margin. This year's What's the matter? Encountering Huaxia's supernatural powers, he voluntarily retired from the competition."

"You don't understand this. In recent years, Huaxia and Thailand have come very close, especially the tourism industry, which has greatly improved Thailand's economy. I guess Thailand has already reminded them that if the ancient Muay Thai people meet In the Huaxia Supernatural Bureau, I voluntarily withdrew from the competition."

"Hmph! If every country has this kind of thinking, what kind of international competition is there?"

"A rookie in the Supernatural Bureau! A rookie in the Supernatural Bureau!"

There were many discussions in the audience.

After some words reached Hua Xueyue's ears, it made her very angry.

"Don't talk nonsense, master used his strength to frighten the ancient muay thai fighter. Last night, the ancient muay thai fighter was defeated by the master, so he didn't dare to take the initiative to retire."

"Little beauty, you are so beautiful. The master you are talking about is the kid on the stage, right? He is so young, what can he do? Otherwise, little beauty, you followed me. I am the deputy head of the knight army. I guarantee you From now on, you don’t have to worry about eating well and drinking spicy food.” A white man squinted at Hua Xueyue.

Immediately, many people gathered around to boo.

How can Hua Xueyue talk to so many people with one mouth, and tears of anger rolled in her eyes at the end.

Chapter 538

"Whoever bullies my apprentice, his skin is itchy." Du Yun's voice sounded from the crowd.

Hua Xueyue seemed to have grasped the straw in the water, and immediately ran to Du Yun's side, subconsciously grabbing Du Yun's arm.

"Master! Congratulations on your first victory!"

Hua Xueyue hastily wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, fearing that Du Yun would be worried.

At this time, a tall white man came over on a horse: "Boy! Who did you say itchy?"

Du Yun raised his head and glanced at the other party lightly: "There's no point in arguing here. If you don't agree, see you on stage. My second lottery is No. 35. I hope to meet you."

Du Yun deliberately showed the bamboo stick number in his hand.

The man on the horse sneered and said: "Very good! We will meet each other in the arena. After I kill you, I will take care of your apprentice. You can go to hell with peace of mind."

Du Yun smiled without saying a word.

China's new hell was established by him, and going to hell doesn't mean going home.

The quarrel temporarily stopped, because the International Competition strictly forbids all fighting behaviors outside the field, so this kind of unnutritious bickering is meaningless.

"Master! Why did you show the number plate to the other party? What if that person changes the number plate with No. 35?" Hua Xueyue said in a low voice.

Du Yun didn't care: "Change it, just change it, don't you think you can't beat him as a teacher?"

Hua Xueyue's expression was complicated: "Of course I believe in Master's strength, but I just heard a lot of people talking about the man riding a horse. He is Sha Shima, the deputy head of the British Knights Legion. A well-known figure. In the last international tournament, it was Shasma's elder brother who played for England and won No. 18, and this Shasma is said to be stronger than his brother."

"From what you said, that horse rider is quite powerful." Du Yun pondered for a moment, then said, "Or, you can forget it with him."

Hua Xueyue stared, and said angrily: "Master! If you say that again, I will ignore you."

Seeing Hua Xueyue's serious and angry appearance, Du Yun couldn't help scratching her upturned nose: "Just kidding, who is strong and who is weak, it will be clear at a glance after the competition, it's useless to think so much now."

After the first knockout match, the second match was even more exciting.

Those who can stay in the arena at this time are all existences with some strength. Everyone's fighting methods are all kinds of strange, and Du Yun watched with relish.

In a corner under the arena.

Sha Shima, the deputy head of the British Knights Legion riding a horse, is extremely conspicuous. Wherever he goes, he is half a body taller than others.

"Dude! Are you holding the No. 35 card?" Shasma asked one by one.

"Yeah, what's the problem?" said a man who looked Asian.

Sha Shima's eyes lit up, and he said to the man, "I'll trade with you, I'm going to deal with that Huaxia boy."

"But why should I trade with you? I also know that the Huaxia man is holding the number 35 card, and that Huaxia boy is definitely not my opponent. I will win against him. As for the corresponding number plate in your hand I don't even know who the player is, what if he is better than me?" The man analyzed.

Sha Shima was a little angry. In his opinion, it was the other party's honor to let him personally propose to change the number plate.

However, the rules of the international competition are in front of you, and the contestants are not allowed to secretly change the number plates, so Shasma has no choice but to use strong methods other than patient persuasion.

"Brother! Don't worry, my number plate opponent is not strong. I am a rookie in Laos. As long as you change the number plate with me, you will definitely win."

Hearing Laos, the man's eyes lit up, he was indeed a rookie force.

However, the man pretended to be reluctant, and said indifferently: "The International Competition has regulations that do not allow contestants to exchange number plates in private. If they are found out, they will be disqualified from the competition."

"unless"

Shashima was so angry that an Asian dared to negotiate terms in front of him.