Meng Zhaolin is extremely fast.

He was like a swooping falcon.

On the ring, the moment when the loser is cleared out of the small door.

He had landed firmly in front of the small door and stepped up.

"Who is this person?"

"never seen it."

"He looks unfamiliar. He doesn't look like a boxer."

Seeing Meng Zhaolin enter the iron prison, there was a burst of curiosity below.

"I'm afraid this guy has something wrong with his mind. Judging from his clothes, he doesn't need such a small amount of money to fight."

Leizhou, who was sitting there, raised his eyebrows and glanced at Lin Yi: "These days, it seems that there are quite a few guys who are as stupid as you."

Leizhou is not optimistic about Meng Zhaolin, who has just come to power. At least on the surface, Meng Zhaolin is nothing more than a passing role.

"It's just ants."

Hu Yuanyang shook his head and didn't pay much attention to it: "No matter who it is, if they come to the end and face me, it will just end badly."

"That kid on stage, I hope he loses in the last round."

Hu Yuanyang sneered, his voice full of disdain, and he looked at Meng Zhaolin with even more contempt.

"Brother, where are you from?"

The boxer who had just won a fight gasped slightly.

After all, he defeated a person with late-stage inner strength.

He was still a little tired and needed some time to recover at this moment, especially when he looked at Meng Zhaolin who had just come on stage, he was full of vigilance.

"There's no need to get close."

Meng Zhaolin shook his head, and then said calmly: "I will give you time to rest, and I will take action when you are ready."

"The ugly things are also said in front of you."

"The time left for you to rest and recuperate may be the rest of your life, the last complete life."

"I hope you can cherish it."

Meng Zhaolin grinned.

The words were cold.

"You're so crazy!"

Upon hearing this, the man's expression suddenly changed.

He took a few deep breaths, adjusted his posture, and then without saying a word and without any warning, he rushed towards Meng Zhaolin.

The boxing ring is not big at all.

In addition, the distance between them is even smaller.

Almost instantly, the man had arrived in front of Meng Zhaolin.

He pumped his fist, and all his inner energy was concentrated at the head of his fist.

In terms of strength, he is already on the verge of reaching the level of a half-step Vajra.

This time he punched away with a powerful momentum like a rainbow.

"good!"

Someone shouted hello from below.

More people couldn't stand the attitude of Meng Zhaolin who was determined to win when he came on the field.

Why is he so arrogant with a new face?

However, I thought that this unexpected punch would give the boxer more opportunities.

Maybe one punch would end the fight.

But the next moment.

People in the stands, the last word "good" has not finished yet.

Meng Zhaolin did not dodge, he reached out with one hand and grabbed the oncoming punch, which was full of inner strength.

He grinned and wrapped his fist in layers with his palms, covering it tightly.

Then he exerted a little strength.

Everyone saw that Meng Zhaolin's fist suddenly shrank and clenched into a fist.

The entire bone of the boxer's fist covered by his palm was crushed to pieces.

Heart-rending cries resounded in the iron prison and echoed throughout the boxing ring.

Everyone's eyes widened, full of horror.

They looked at Meng Zhaolin who had crushed the boxer's fist with one hand, then took another step and kicked the boxer's leg bone, which had lost his fighting ability.

That leg belonging to a late-stage Nei Jin master, in just one moment, under everyone's gaze, was completely twisted by 720 degrees, completely turning into a twisted twist!

"ah!"

The man who was immediately crippled by Meng Zhaolin let out a miserable howl like a ghost crying or a wolf howling.

His body was thrown to the ground.

As soon as the man landed, he endured the intense pain and crawled towards the only small door with difficulty.

Tears streamed down his face, and he was frightened in his heart. He shouted to admit defeat and wanted to escape from here as soon as possible.

But Meng Zhaolin followed closely behind and crushed his remaining leg with one foot.

The entire leg bone was completely crushed by him.

cruel.

Cold.

powerful.

Labels appeared in everyone's mind instantly.

Meng Zhaolin raised his head and gave a final kick, kicking out the master who was in the late stage of internal strength.

His eyes were full of bloodthirsty fighting spirit.

The muscles on his body were trembling layer by layer, and the moment the veins popped out, everyone finally noticed the terrifying explosive power contained in the body of the guy they had just regarded as a stranger!

"I."

"Meng Zhaolin."

"Twenty-six."

"Third Grade Diamond."

"If you don't accept it, come up!"

He stood in the center of the ring, his voice booming like thunder.

After the entire stand was silent for a second, bursts of fanatical shouts suddenly erupted.

"Third Grade King Kong!"

"Twenty-six-year-old third-grade Vajra!"

"In the last ring competition of Xuan Hemen, the dark horse suddenly emerged!"

Mountain roars and tsunamis, mixed with extremely excited and fanatical shouts, resounded throughout the audience.

"What are they going to do with these idiots?"

He murmured to himself in the distance, looking at Meng Zhaolin standing in the middle of the ring, and listening to the shouts of surprise, excitement, and all kinds of fanatical emotions around him, he felt quite proud and proud in his heart.

This is the Meng Zhaolin she values.

It's her brother Meng.

That is a young man who is far more outstanding than his peers!

"King Kong...third grade?"

Lei Zhou was startled, and turned to look at Hu Yuanyang beside him, with a somewhat uneasy expression on his face: "Master Hu... do you think... how strong is he?"

Leizhou couldn't help but hesitate.

This time he placed a heavy bet on Hu Yuanyang.

If the boat capsizes in the gutter, the foundation he has accumulated for so many years in Leizhou may be all gone.

"Only the third grade."
To be continued...