Perhaps it was a coincidence that the head rolled to Songzha's feet.

But for Song Cha, how could there be so many coincidences in this world? This is the provocation of the young man to him, and it is even more a threat to him. The young man to be cruel and ruthless, probably has already developed a murderous intention toward himself, and this is threatening himself!

Yes, that must be the case.

Songcha killed countless people. In 99 matches in the Myanmar Colosseum, eighteen people died at his hands, and more than twenty severely disabled people. He is also a cruel and ruthless person, and he will never be ruthless about the object that can threaten him. Perhaps, the young man felt his own threat, so he had such a murderous intention.

When Song Cha thought of this, he suddenly felt a sense of fear in his heart.

He gritted his teeth, his face was gloomy, and he felt relieved and jumped onto the beast fighting platform.

"Wow, why did Songcha appear?"

"Yes, this guy actually made the stage early, it's so despicable."

"He must be afraid of his opponent, so he wants to fight less... Naipu, is your devil-muscle man just like this?"

"Yes, I also want to see him having a one-on-one showdown with that little white face."

Naipu and Duni did not expect Songcha's appearance.

However, Enapa's understanding of Song Cha must have caused fear of his opponent, otherwise it would be impossible for such a move. Unexpectedly, the little bitch Yingluo's little bitch would be such a cruel guy.

"It was the little guy who said it, let Songcha go together."

Duni made a loud defense, but his heart had already begun to stir up trouble.

He turned his head and looked at it. But he happened to be in contact with Mixue Haruka. Mixue Haruka stretched out his hand and made a pistol posture. Then he opened his mouth, made a gun-shaped mouth shape, then curled his lips at him and smiled slightly.

In that smile, the more disdain you are, the more disdain you are.

Duni felt anger and rushed straight to his head... Mixue Haruka almost crippled his arm before, and now she is still provoking him like this. She is simply intolerable. Duni is a child of a wealthy family in Bangkok. It would be fine if he was looked down upon by a country bumpkin woman in Chiang Mai Mansion. You, a little bitch, dare you look down on me?

Thinking of this, Duni couldn't help himself.

But at this moment, a scream came from the ring again.

Duni quickly turned his head to watch, and saw a boxer's body flying up from the ring, hitting the railing as thick as an arm in the iron cage, and then slowly slid down against the railing, with no bones on his body.

Another boxer died?

Duni became anxious and stood up and shouted loudly: "Songcha. Kill him."

But his roar caused countless pairs of eyes that seemed to look at an idiot. Even Naipu felt a little embarrassed.

"Are you finally willing to come up?"

After Yang Mu kicked a boxer away, he took a step back.

He glanced at Song Cha, who had just stood firm, raised his lips slightly, and said softly: "I heard that you are a murder machine. I hope you can make me feel a little pressure. Otherwise, this game would be too boring and would have been a waste of my time."

Yang Mu speaks English, and Songcha can understand it.

He was so angry that he fists together and stepped out with one foot. The "wild horse mane" in Muay Thai made a roar like a tiger in the moment he landed on the ground with one foot, and his body rushed forward and rushed into the air to hit his knees.

Yang Mu did not dodge, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and took Song Cha's knees, and at the same time he turned sideways and hit Song Cha's arms hard. This guy's body was indeed hard, like a hard stone. Song Cha was hit by Yang Mu, and his subsequent moves were immediately lost. He was also secretly surprised. Yang Mu didn't look strong, so why did he contain such huge power? That moment just now, at least a thousand pounds. If he had not learned a kind of body-protecting Qigong with the monk who raised him when he was a teenager, Yang Mu would definitely be able to break his ribs...

"Kill him!"

Song Cha's heart tightened and he shouted loudly.

The remaining two boxers on the ring looked at each other and suddenly made strange screams, one carrying an iron rod, and the other swung the machete and rushed towards Yang Mu. Yang Mu sneered, raised his hand and grabbed the iron rod. He saw his hand trembling, and the boxer screamed, and the iron rod came out, and his palms were even more bloody. Yang Mu ignored him, raised the iron rod, and knocked the other boxer's machete with a clang, then stepped forward, raised his hand and pinched the other's throat. His fingers were slightly forceful, and suddenly pulled out, and a bloody hole suddenly appeared on the boxer's throat.

The boxer widened his eyes and made a "hohoho" sound, falling head on the ring.

Then, Yang Mu threw away the iron stick, stepped forward and grabbed the remaining boxer, raised it high above his head, and threw it hard towards the ring, causing the boxer to burst his brain.

"Ho! Hoho! Hoho!"

Just then, Songcha's voice came from the side.

After being knocked away by Yang Mu just now, he opened the belt around his waist, took out a needle tube from it, pierced it on his body, and pushed the medicine inside into his body. This is a kind of stimulant, which can quickly enter an invincible state after injection. Whether it is strength or speed, it can increase exponentially, and at the same time it can reduce physical pain.

Songcha had realized that Yang Mu would be a very terrible opponent.

So he had decided to kill the place even if he was trying to deal with the side effects of the stimulant.

But he didn't expect that the two assistants would be killed by Yang Mu in such a bloody and cruel way in the blink of an eye... However, Song Cha could no longer feel fear at this time. On the contrary, the smell of blood filled the air made him extremely excited.

"Oh oh oh, I even used the stimulant. This guy is so shameless."

"Idiot, what do you know? Death fight is unruly. He can use any means except that he cannot use firearms."

"That yellow-skinned monkey is in danger now!"

A white man couldn't help but smile.

But before he could finish his words, a black man stepped forward and slapped him, "White Pig, do you want that person to kill us? See clearly where this is... Even if he kills you, no one will stand up for you."

The white man found that some Asians around him looked at him with a little unfriendly look.

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Yang Mu looked at Song Cha, but the smile on his face became stronger and stronger.

"Very good, let me see how capable you are... Although your horizontal practice skills are not bad, you obviously have not received the true teaching. If it is just like this, it would be too boring. Take your time, I'll wait for you."

Song Cha spread his arms and let out a tiger roar.

Outside the iron cage, Yingluck did not have the previous worries. She turned her head and looked at Miyuki Haruka and said, "Missy Yoki, is your boyfriend a pervert?"

"Hey, don't talk nonsense, be careful that he causes trouble for you."

When Mixue Qingchuan said this, she took a step forward and shouted at Yang Mu: "Amu, stop playing... I'm a little sleepy. After the game, we'll take the money and leave. It's almost four o'clock. We have something to do after dawn."

Damn little bitch, do you want to be so arrogant?

Naipu could understand English and couldn't help but complain in his heart.

Yang Mu put away his smile and looked at Song Cha who was ready to go, saying, "Are you ready? My companion asked me to finish it quickly. So... forget it, why do you do to talk so much nonsense to you? You probably don't understand it now."

While speaking, Yang Mu took a half step, one hand in front and the other hand behind.

"Go to die!"

Songcha had entered a psychedelic state and roared at Yang Mu.

He was tall and long legs. In the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Yang Mu, raised his knee and hit Yang Mu.

"It's still an old trick, it's useless!"

Yang Mu forced Song Cha to kneel, his body was like an iron pillar, not moving at all, "I said, your tricks are too old and useless!"

After saying that, he raised one foot and kicked Songcha hard on the leg.

This kick can be at least four or five thousand pounds.

Even if Song Cha's body was tempered and was like a rock, he could not withstand this fierce kick. With a light crack, Song Cha's legs showed a ninety-degree twist. The other leg was obviously unable to withstand his huge weight and his body fell forward. The moment he fell to the ground, Yang Mu raised his knee and hit Song Cha's chin hard.

Then, he turned around.

Pang!

Song Cha's body slammed hard on the floor, his head leaned back to more than 90 degrees, and he obviously had no breathing.
Chapter completed!