The heavy armor covers the body, with blood stains and scratches remaining on it, and a fierce aura hits the face. The ferocious helmet is sharp in its edges and angular, and the mouth of its face is dark, and only a fierce look is felt through it.

Mr. Crow was stunned for a long time, and his expression suddenly turned into a strange state. Why didn't he come up?

The competition is about to begin, and he will be sentenced to abstain from not coming up.

I heard a muffled voice in the armor: "Hey, I can't get up."

Mr. Ya changed into a strange look, walked over quickly to pull Mu Su's arms, and let his legs stretch straight to move to the stage step by step.

"Thank you, the armor is too unreasonable, and your legs can't bend down." The voice inside was very shy, and Mr. Crow couldn't help but look up at his name, Mu Su.

"It's a bit familiar..." Mr. Ya murmured in a low voice.

bite

The second bronze bell rang at the referee's seat, indicating that the competition could start on each ring.

The rules are simple. In the 10-minute game, 1 point is counted when hitting the head effectively, and other parts do not count. After the game, those with more points will win. If the opponent falls to the ground for 10 seconds in the game, it will be considered victory.

Mr. Ya returned to the original flavor. The referee walked to the two of them and was about to shout to start.

At this moment, Mr. Ya was blessed to his heart and remembered a serious matter that he had forgotten.

"Wait a minute!" Mr. Crow raised his arms, afraid of shouting for a second later. After the referee came, he raised his finger and pointed at Mu Su: "Referee, can you still wear protective gear in boxing competitions?"

He said slowly: "No."

Mu Su raised his head and said proudly: "Did you hear that? The referee said no."

Mr. Ya clarified the structure for several seconds, and then looked at the referee who had lost the following text.

The surrounding rings had already started fighting, and the referee slowly turned to Mu Su: "Please take off your protective gear."

"Damn it... I thought I couldn't see it." Mu Su's complaint came from the armor.

Hey, only the blind man can't see it... Mr. Ya stopped talking and stared at Mu Su silently to remove his armor. Of course, the referee was not as good as him.

He first bent down to release his legs, but when he was halfway through, he was blocked by the iron piece between the armor. After a pause, Mu Su planned to take off his helmet first, otherwise he would be very boring when he looked like a slit outside.

He straightened his waist and raised his arms as he was, but when the two iron palms were still more than ten centimeters away from the helmet, he couldn't move. The armor at the shoulder and elbow joints were stuck again, and the helmet could not be removed. Mu Su was sweating coldly,

How did he put it on...

Mu Su fell down his arm, stayed like a power-off robot, and then waved to Mr. Ah: "The boy over there, come and help."

"Ah? Oh..." Mr. Ya woke up as if he was dreaming, subconsciously glanced at the referee, and then walked forward with a bitter face to help Mu Su remove his helmet.

"call……"

Mu Su, who had a slight sweat bead, breathed a sigh of relief, and asked Mr. Ya to remove both of his arms, and then bent down to remove other parts.

Mr. Ya held his helmet and watched Mu Su take off the parts and throw them off the stage.

He thought for a while and asked, "Uh... don't you need to take these things lightly?"

Mu Su replied in an understatement: "It doesn't matter, I picked it up in the waste recycling bin. If you don't believe me, you will still smell bad."

Mr. Crow suddenly looked disgusted and held his helmet far away.

A few minutes later, several arenas have completed the duel, and Mu Su has just taken off his armor.

Take the helmet from Mr. Crow and throw it back. Mu Su shouted with a strong aura: "Come and fight!"

"Ah who is it!"

In the ring behind, a contestant covered the back of his head and was glaring at him. The helmet thrown out by Mu Su.

Mu Su blinked innocently and pointed to the ring next door where the battle was in full swing: "They threw it out."

After finally fooling around, Mu Su and Mr. Ya confronted each other, and the battle was about to break out!

"Wait for a moment, can you bring so many things in the boxing competition?" Mr. Ya suddenly shivered before he noticed a piece of weapons surrounding Mu Su's waist.

Swords, spears, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, sticks, whips, maces, hammers, crutches, meteors, and meteors, with sharps, thorns, edges, velvet ropes, chains, inverted hooks, Emei thorns

My son, eighteen weapons are hung around the waist by a chain.

"Do you want to fight? Why do you have so many requests!" Mu Su's evil man complained first and shouted.

The referee still said slowly: "No."

Mu Su tried to be reasonable and convince people with virtue: "I am an ancient Chinese, this is the custom of us Chinese. When we go to war, we will change into this war skirt. Its name is to kill you three thousand, and these are all well-founded.

It's available for checking!"

Mr. Ya couldn't help but complain: "Come on! I'm also a yellow person, why haven't I heard of it?"

Mu Su said bunana with contempt.

The most annoying thing is that his pronunciation is wrong.

Unlock your life and throw it off the stage. Mu Su, who was bare and inexplicably felt his shoulders holding his shoulders and looked at Mr. Crow again.

Mr. Ah discovered Mu Su's inappropriateness again, pointed at Mu Su's lower body and shouted: "What's in your pants?"

"Isn't it okay to be born beautiful?"

Mr. Ya couldn't say it continuously: "You used the wrong idiom."

Mu Su changed his words arrogantly: "Isn't it okay to have a strong capital?"

However, the referee came to him and stretched out his thin claws: "Please teach the violations."

"Tsk..." Mu Su tskated lightly, and she didn't want to jump around on the spot for a few times, and fell a wrench from the mouth of her trouser legs.

"besides."

"Not messing with me!"

"besides."

"Hao..." Mr. Ya wanted to speak, but stopped Zhong Mu Su from touching his shorts and took out a small hammer.

"besides."

"It's really gone this time!"

After a long stalemate, Mu Su took off the storage ring on his index finger and put it aside.

This is Hell City. It is quite reasonable to have storage rings like this, right?

Five minutes have passed after a lot of trouble, but fortunately, the game can officially begin.

Mu Su is going to help Karen, so he needs to fight quickly.

The black eyes gradually became sharper, and the body was slightly bent in an attacking posture. Even though his teeth were stripped and his claws were cut, he was no longer as powerful as he was when he was young, he was still Mu Su!

Mr. Ah's heart gradually sinks, and he feels a strong oppression from Mu Su's gaze. Just when he can't help but want to take the initiative, Mu Su's expression calms down, he looks behind him in shock, and speaks in a daze: "

What do you do, referee?"

Mr. Ya had never seen Mu Su before, so he had no ability to resist Mu Su's usual move.

He turned his head and didn't see the referee behind him. He turned his mind in vain, and saw a fist shadow getting closer and closer, imprinting on his face.

Mr. Crow suffered a heavy blow and fell to the ground without any reaction. The referee started for a few seconds. When he was in the third count, he finally came to his senses and was about to get up when a cold and cold light hit his forehead.
Chapter completed!