"Zhang Hao VS Death's Hand, Tony!"

Just one word made everyone excited and excited, and their minds instantly forgot about Ning Tao.

Master Tony's reputation is unparalleled.

Whether at home or abroad, it enjoys a mythical reputation and is the goal in the hearts of countless boxers.

In recent years, his strength has improved by leaps and bounds, and his original death hand can be used one on one without any opponent.

His reputation was built on a pile of corpses.

On the other hand, his challenger was a weak guy who looked like he was about to die soon. No wonder he was called a sissy.

One is loved by thousands of people, the other is desolate and desolate,

A contemporary myth and an unknown one.

This is the most obvious difference between the two!

At some point, the arena was raised, and it took a lot of effort. Fortunately, the organizer was well prepared.

Each of these arenas made of special materials is worth millions. If you don’t feel sad if they are destroyed, it is fake.

Ning Tao calmed down with the women and whispered to comfort them. This was what he had to do, just to prove himself.

If he wins today, his way... will be indestructible.

If we fail, the path will be exhausted and everyone will die, with no way to recover!

In spite of the women's intolerance, Ning Tao endured severe pain and came to the two monks' sides, recovering secretly.

"The donor is indeed unfathomable. He turned defeat into victory and defeated the beast with force. He is worthy of being a monk of our generation."

The monk showed admiration and surprise.

Even Li Dong on the side looked serious. Ning Tao's battle was really beautiful.

It has not only demonstrated the prestige of the monks, but also the reputation of China, so that people from all over the world will not dare to underestimate the Chinese monks.

When Ning Tao heard this, he smiled bitterly and said, "It's just good luck. I almost died and was scarred."

Hearing this, the monk sighed and said: "The first game was so tragic. I wonder if our monks can achieve greater glory in the next few games. My heart is shaken."

Ning Tao laughed and complimented: "The master's strength is unfathomable, and he comes from Shaolin. How can he not be sure? I can't do it alone."

After hearing his words, the monk just smiled bitterly and shook his head.

At this moment, Li Dong suddenly said: "This game is not that simple, and that Tony is not simple either. Our biggest enemy is this guy."

"Moreover, the final winner will receive a bottle of level nine gene potion provided by the United States, which is rare in the world."

Upon hearing this, Ning Tao's eyes widened and he was startled. The monk seemed thoughtful but didn't say much.

Ning Tao was shocked that there was such a thing as a ninth-level gene potion. He never expected this.

"Clang!"

As soon as the crisp bell rings, it's like the line between life and death has been pulled apart.

Zhang Hao looked alert, concentrated, and his spiritual power surged. He had long known that this person was a powerful enemy and should not be careless.

But Tony was smiling and very casual, not as cautious as expected, but more like a fan meeting.

The audience roared wildly and cheered for Tony.

Some people say that the sissy can't last long, one minute at most, and some think half a minute is enough...!

The parties argued endlessly and even planned to fight.

But the arena was filled with smoke, Zhang Hao's face was cold and heartless, full of murderous intent, and he was filled with hatred.

"Kill him, kill him, kill him!"

There was only this one thought left in his mind, and his body moved instantly, changing continuously like ghosts, making it impossible to distinguish.

Seeing this scene, Tony sneered and slowly stretched out his hands, hands that would make anyone obsessed with them.

Whiter than a pianist, more powerful than a boxer.

"You jumping monkey, I'll kill you in ten seconds."

Before he finished speaking, Tony took action, and the seemingly strange ghostly figure dissipated in an instant, like a bubble.

"Papa...!"

It turned out that it was Tony's casual slap. Those palms slapped in the air, and each palm contained air cannons.

Intense strength, explosive power, and extreme speed are integrated into one.

If ordinary people looked at it, Tony didn't move, but to Ning Tao and others, it was just a goddess scattering flowers. The layers of ghosts were wiped out by him casually, and they were originally illusory.

Five seconds, three seconds...!

"Pop!"

The sound became louder and louder, the air burst, there was no figure of Zhang Hao in the field, only ghosts filled the sky.

Two seconds, one second...!

At the last second, Tony suddenly smiled sternly, turned around suddenly, and slapped out a palm.

Ten seconds to go...plop...!

There was a loud sound, and everyone's eyes widened. Zhang Hao, who had disappeared before, suddenly fell to the ground helplessly.

His Tianling Gai had been smashed into pieces.

Ten seconds of fighting, Tony wins!

"Ho ho ho...!"

The audience was enthusiastic and confident. Master Tony was even more powerful, and it only took just ten seconds.

When Ning Tao and others saw this, their faces were extremely gloomy. Zhang Hao died just like that. This process was too fast.

Suddenly, Ning Tao noticed that Tony glanced at him, with a cold look in his eyes, as if he wanted to kill him.

It was probably because of Mombi that he felt ashamed.

Monk and Li Dong were not surprised by this scene, and even Zhang Hao's death was within reason.

The Hand of Death does not deserve its fame in vain.

Suddenly, Li Dong said in a deep voice: "Master, it's my turn next. If I lose to that boxing champion, what I said before will depend on you."

Ning Tao didn't understand, but the monk nodded.

At this time, the audience was already very excited. They were so excited to watch the two games that their whole bodies were filled with blood.

Under the spotlight, the third game started.

Li Dong VS a generation of boxing champion, Artest!

At the beginning of the game, the two of them didn't waste any time. They each used their strength and exploded wildly, forming a suppression.

Both of them have good physical strength. They were just about the same at first. Li Dong's strength is very strong and should not be underestimated.

But gradually, he actually weakened and was unable to continue, but at this time, boxing champion Artest broke out.

In one second, sixteen punches were fired in succession.

This is not a number, but a miracle. In the blink of an eye, it was typed out.

While you were still reacting, you received sixteen punches.

Li Dong could still resist at first, but became increasingly unable to do so. The situation was once so bad that he was almost maimed and exploded.

The battle was very fierce, and almost the whole place was heated.

Suddenly, Artest was in super form and actually punched his seventeenth punch in one second, breaking through the limit.

This punch hit Li Dong right in the heart.

There is no doubt that it will explode with one punch and die instantly.

In the third game, Artest wins!

Seeing this, Ning Tao had a gloomy look on his face, not only because of his opponent's disdainful provocation, but also because of his unwillingness to face the times.

In the death black game, there is another saying that is circulating.

This is the monk's tomb.

Now it seems that what is said is indeed correct. Now, unlike in ancient times, we can only borrow external forces and thus neglect ourselves.

But in Deathmatch, you can only use a pair of fists and the most primitive instinct to show your wild side.

But this is the monk's weakest point.

The loss of inheritance, the decline of monks, sorrow...!

The last game of the first round has also begun.
Chapter completed!