Accompanied by a sound of music with a very traditional Thai style, the beast fighting cage opened.

The emcee who was in charge of the explanation standing outside the beast fighting platform began to loudly introduce the nine boxers brought by Kianazu.

"The last one is the one who has experienced life and death experience at the Myanmar Colosseum. He played 99 times and had no defeat. He has won the championship of the Myanmar Colosseum three times. He is nicknamed the Devil Muscle Man and has a murderous weapon all over his body."

A thin man about two meters tall, dark-skinned, shaved head, and expressionless face walked into the beast fighting cage.

As soon as this person appeared, it immediately caused a series of cheers.

He had a rope ring on his forehead, and then his fists collided, bowing slightly to the surroundings, making the cheers even louder. Under the light, his upper body was filled with oil. His body was not as muscle as Europeans and Americans, but it was very strong. Every muscle on his body was clear and angular, exuding a sense of force.

"Amu..."

Mixue Qingchuan stopped Yang Mu again and wanted him to withdraw.

She began to regret that she shouldn't have encouraged Yang Mu to fight... That Songcha was obviously a murder machine, and was definitely not an easy-to-deal character.

At the same time, the emcee began to introduce Yingluck's boxer again.

But when Yang Mu appeared, the audience was in an uproar. Compared with those boxers who were wearing upper body, some even only wore thongs, Yang Mu's outfit looked like a person participating in the battle? He was wearing jeans, sneakers under his feet, and a white shirt on his upper body. He took off his jacket and hung it on the iron cage while walking.

"Shh!"

Boos sounded all over the room.

Even the emcee was a little stunned and didn't know how to introduce it.

"Hey, you will be the last one to appear later."

A boxer named Tony stopped Yang Mu.

He is Yingluck's boxer, and it seems that he is also the most qualified and strongest among the boxers this time. He looked at Yang Mu and was quite dissatisfied with Yang Mu's sloppy look. But he also knew that this person was a friend of Yingluck's friend. The reason why he went to fight was to help, so he took good care of Yang Mu.

We will try our best to take care of you when we are alive.

When we are beaten to death... in this way, Yingluck will not blame anything.

"Miss yoki, please let him come back."

Yinglu was really anxious and said loudly to Miyuki Haruka: "The iron cage will be closed later, and it will be unlikely that he will come up with it."

"Amu, stop hitting, come out quickly."

Yang Mu scratched his head and suddenly smiled, "Missy Yoki, I remember half of the money I won this time."

"ah?"

"In addition, if you help me with one million, I will bet I will win."

"you……"

After Yang Mu finished speaking, he ignored Qingchuan Meixue.

The heavy iron cage door creaked and closed. With the sound of the cloak falling, the audience cheered.

Song Cha knelt on the edge of the iron cage, like an old monk entering into meditation.

With the sound of a gong, a boxer walked to the center of the beast fighting platform. He was bald, barefoot, with terrifying wounds on his body, and a straw rope was wrapped around his wrist. He took a pair of iron claws from his waist and put them on his hands. Then he roared up to the sky, and the atmosphere outside the iron cage was reached at once.

Tony took a deep breath and prepared to send someone to the stage.

But before he could give orders, he heard an uproar outside the iron cage.

Yang Mu stepped onto the beast fighting platform, turned his head to Tony and said, "What you said just now will make you all survive today."

"What?"

Tony was stunned, but Yang Mu had already walked to the boxer.

"Yinglu, can you really kill someone?"

Yingluo covered her mouth and her face turned pale.

Before she could answer, she heard someone shouting outside the venue: "Boy, go and die quickly, don't waste our time."

The one who spoke was Duni and a group of wealthy families in Bangkok.

But before he finished speaking, Yang Mu suddenly punched him out.

The boxer on the opposite side showed a grim smile, raised his hand and grabbed it. The fist and the iron claws collided. Because Tony was very close, he could clearly see that the iron claws of the boxer were twisted under the light, and then a strange fluctuation appeared on his arm, as if something had penetrated into his arm and quickly approached his shoulders.

Kaba, the crisp sound of bone breaking sounded.

Yang Mu punched and took a step back, then tilted his head and looked at the other party quietly.

The boxer also took a step back, looking shocked. Under the beast fighting stage, Song Cha suddenly opened his eyes and showed a solemn expression.

The whole audience was silent.

Yang Mu rubbed his nose and let out a light breath.

"It's so troublesome, come together."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and hooked his finger at the boxer under the ring, "And you, I heard you are very powerful."

Yang Mu's hand pointed at Song Cha.

The boxer behind him suddenly spitted out a mouthful of blood. The blood was mixed with blood clots of internal organs, and then his body seemed to be missing bones and collapsed on the ring. Killing someone is very simple, one punch is enough.

"Oh my God!"

Yinglu exclaimed, with an incredible expression on her face.

Mixue Haruka was relieved at this time, and she curled her lips and nodded slightly.

These boxers may have experienced the battles of life and death, but compared to practitioners who came out of the vast Ningba Mountains, what are the battles of life and death and training? This is the difference between ordinary people and practitioners!

“Go together.”

Song Chahu stood up and shouted loudly in Thai.

The remaining seven boxers did not dare to hesitate and immediately rushed to the ring. They each held weapons in their hands and rushed towards Yang Mu frantically. After a long life and death raid, they had already realized that the person standing in front of them was not something they could personally fight against.

Yang Mu narrowed his eyes and rushed up with a quick step, two or three meters high.

The boxer who rushed in front was stunned and raised his head.

But at this moment, Yang Mu's foot fell down, the sole of the shoe stepped on the man's head, his body pulled up again, rolled in the air, diving like an eagle, his hands turned into an eagle claw shape, and pressed on the shoulders of the two boxers. The moment his feet landed on the ground, his arms trembled, and then he saw two bloody lights appear.

The arms of the two boxers were torn off by him.

The bloody scene caused the spectators to scream in a series of screams.

Many of these spectators have participated in the Myanmar Colosseum and have seen many bloody scenes. However, it is the first time to tear off a person's arms like this in front of you. Some women even couldn't help vomiting, their faces were pale and almost as white as paper. They covered their eyes and were no longer willing to take a look at them.

At the same time, the person who had been trampled on his head by Yang Mu suddenly seemed to have a watermelon that had been smashed to pieces, and his plasma collapsed and fell on the ring.

Originally, Nopu, Duni and others were proud, but now they had grown their mouths and could not say a word.

The massacre on the ring did not end.

In the eyes of the spectators outside the iron cage, the scene was extremely bloody and cruel, but for the boxers in the iron cage, they had no choice but to fight to the death. They had already seen that the person in front of them was definitely a more terrifying opponent than Songcha. Songcha would at least show a human expression. But the weak guy in front of him, from beginning to end, was like slaughtering animals, and the expression on his face did not even change at all.

The two boxers fainted on the ground screaming, and the blood instantly dyed the beast fighting platform red.

However, Yang Mu did not splash a drop of blood on his body, and rushed towards a knife-holding boxer, like a cheetah, with an amazing speed. The boxer didn't even see how Yang Mu came, and Yang Mu had already arrived in front of him. He could instinctively raise the knife to slash at Yang Mu, but found that Yang Mu did not dodge and actually reached out and grabbed the machete in his hand.

I couldn't help but feel happy. Do you still want to grab my knife without hands?

Thinking of this, the boxer showed joy on his face, roared loudly, and used all his strength!

"ah!"

Although he knew that Yang Mu would be fine, Mixue Qingchuan couldn't help but exclaim. Not only her, but also other spectators, also showed a horror expression. However, when the boxer's knife and Yang Mu's hands touched each other, the boxer felt something was wrong. He seemed to chop on a ball of cotton and could not use force at all.

And at this moment, just listen to a crisp sound.

Yang Mu fisted naked and actually broke the sharp machete. The blade flipped on his hand. Yang Mu and the boxer passed by. The half-broken knife slapped the boxer's neck hard. A bloody head fell on the ring, rolling and stopped at Song Cha's feet, which made Song Cha's face even more ugly.r1152
Chapter completed!