Chapter 291 Furuta Xiaofu

Meercephalus.

Showa period samurai uniform.

Her hair was tied into a bun like Nezha.

As soon as this "Furuta Mr." appeared on the stage, he instantly ignited a certain emotion in all the spectators present.

"One million, I'll buy him to death!"

"Iron Scorpion, kill him!"

No matter whether you just won money or lost money, whether you like Iron Scorpion or not, at this time, without exception, we are all on the same side.

Perhaps Mr. Furuta couldn't quite understand the noisy shouting, but he probably felt the hatred and disgusted looks coming from all directions.

But he turned a blind eye, his expression remained unchanged, and he stood calmly in the octagonal cage, faintly exuding a masterly demeanor.

Seeing the Japanese come on stage, although Jiang Chen didn't yell or curse like some of the overly aggressive spectators, he could not help but frown.

Say it without hesitation.

He doesn't have the slightest fondness for the Japanese nation. If possible, he hopes that this nation can completely disappear from the earth.

Don't talk nonsense about history being in the past.

Enjoying the fruits of peace that their ancestors had sacrificed their lives and blood for, they had no reason to forgive these beasts who deserved death on behalf of their ancestors.

Jiang Chen agreed very much with what a certain foreign leader said.

Forgiving them is a matter for God, and my responsibility is to send them to see God.

The iron scorpion, who defeated the strong in the last game, entered the octagonal cage again, and almost everyone was cheering for him.

"Snapped."

The Octagon is locked again.

Furuta Xiaofu still followed the usual hypocrisy of the Japanese people and pretended to make a statement to Tie Xie, saying something in broken Chinese.

"Please advise."

Iron Scorpion gave him a very blunt and cold glance, indifferent.

Mr. Furuta didn't mind either. He straightened up, moved his hands in front of him, and moved slowly, looking like he had a few brushes.

"Hit him! Beat him to death!"

Some people couldn't help but wave their arms.

Iron Scorpion took a deep breath. Different from fighting the meat grinder, this time, his opponent no longer oppressed him with such a strong momentum, so he took the lead in attacking!

Although he had gone through a big battle, he seemed to be in relatively good condition, and his speed was not slow at all. He arrived in front of Furuta Kofu in the blink of an eye, and swung out a punch, hitting Kota Furuta directly in the face.

"Snapped!"

who knows.

Mr. Furuta arrived first, raised his hand and accurately grasped Tie Scorpion's fist.

The two looked at each other for an instant.

Iron Scorpion was shocked to realize that something was wrong and was about to change his offensive, but his opponent did not give him this chance.

With a calm expression, Kota Furuta grabbed Tie Scorpion's hand and pushed it inwards. At the same time, he kicked out Tie Scorpion's abdomen with his bare feet. It seemed tepid, but Tie Scorpion immediately flew out as if it had been hit by a car.

Once again, he hit the Octagon hard.

"Bang!!!"

"What the hell are you doing?!"

"Will you fight?!"

"Stand up quickly!"

The spectators were angry and yelled and cursed.

Iron Scorpion, whose face was twitching in pain, managed to stand up, his energy and blood boiling violently, and a trace of blood could not be suppressed and slowly overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Mr. Furuta grinned at him.

Iron Scorpion wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, took a deep breath, and stepped forward again. When he reached the center of the octagonal cage, he suddenly stomped the ground. His thin body took advantage of the force and soared into the air. His eyes were about to burst, and he whipped his legs from top to bottom.

He threw it wildly at Mr. Furuta!

"Die!"

The onlookers' eyes widened and their blood pumped.

The sound of hunting wind.

Mr. Furuta had no time to react. He stood there and watched the kick coming.

"boom!"

Kota Furuta tilted his head involuntarily and bent his knees.

Just when someone couldn't help but cheer loudly, the scene in the octagonal cage changed again.

Such a violent kick did not knock Mr. Furuta down. He was like a tumbler. After shaking for a while, he actually stood up again slowly with his legs on his shoulders.

"Sigh."

His face slowly revealed a shocking arc.

How can this be?

Iron Scorpion did not expect that his opponent of average stature could resist such a fight. He couldn't help but feel horrified. He gritted his teeth and exerted force on his legs again, but it only caused his opponent's head to tilt.

"It's my turn."

The words of "yin test" sounded.

Before Tie Scorpion could react, Mr. Furuta had already clasped his leg. While turning around, he suddenly lifted his foot and hit his thigh.

"Crack!"

The shocking sound of bone cracking suddenly exploded.

Even for a desperado like Tie Scorpion, his face changed drastically, and he couldn't help but let out a scalp-numbing scream.

I saw that his right leg had been twisted to an unbearable angle, and it was obviously broken.

"boom!"

He fell to the ground slumped, and the heartbreaking pain made him blush, sweat dripping, and unable to speak a word.

Jiang Chen couldn't help but sit up straight and lean forward.

Bai Haoran seemed to know what he was thinking, and whispered: "Young Master Jiang, unless one party voluntarily admits defeat or dies, no one can end the game. This is the rule."

"But he is disabled now. If he continues to be beaten, he will die."

Everyone could see that Iron Scorpion's right leg could not be saved.

Bai Haoran just shook his head silently.

Jiang Chen remained silent, pursed his lips and continued to look at the octagonal cage.

Iron Scorpion was sweating profusely and could no longer stand. He dragged his crippled right leg and moved back slowly and with difficulty.

Mr. Furuta followed him unhurriedly, with a joking smile on his face, as if the hunter was admiring the poor prey's struggle before death.

Although Kota Furuta was not in a hurry to end the game, the octagonal cage only had such a large area after all. After a while, the iron scorpion hit the cage and had no way to retreat.

Looking at Mr. Furuta who is slowly approaching, even if he is unwilling to accept it, Tie Scorpion understands that if he persists with one of his legs disabled, he will definitely die!

"I surrender."

He hissed, because the pain was so severe that his words were squeezed out from between his teeth, and the volume was too low for the audience to hear.

But Mr. Furuta must have heard it.

But he didn't stop.

"Weak China pigs don't deserve to live in this world."

Kota Furuta hummed in a low voice, his smile gradually growing wild. He who had behaved politely before the start of the game finally revealed his true colors, and once again staged an inhumane atrocity in full view of the public.

First the legs.

Then the hands.

Then to the arms, shoulders...

Kota Furuta was like a demon, breaking the limbs of the iron scorpion alive.

"ah!!!"

Iron Scorpion's heart-rending screams lingered over the ring.

The despair and pain contained in it made every listener feel heartbroken and horrified.

The tortured Iron Scorpion, which had no human form, collapsed on the ground, its body twitching. In just a few minutes, it was transformed from a healthy person into a pile of mud.

But the most worrying thing is that he is not dead yet.

Kota Furuta seemed to have deliberately made him feel extreme pain.

"Kill me, kill me..."

The iron scorpion, with its limbs broken, raised its head with difficulty.

Death has become the greatest relief for him at this time.

Kota Furuta is condescending.

"beg me."

This time he used broken Mandarin.

Iron Scorpion no longer had any thoughts at this moment, he only wanted to be freed from this torture, and his eyes were pleading.

"Please, please kill me..."

Kota Furuta's smile widened, and it was particularly dazzling under the light of the beam.

Amidst everyone's shrinking pupils, he saw that he had already won and cruelly kicked Iron Scorpion on the head.

At that moment, you can seem to hear the sound of the liquid inside shaking!

The iron scorpion immediately rubbed against the ground and slid out. It hit the octagonal cage again, bleeding from all its orifices, and there was no more sound.

"ten."

"Nine."

"eight."

The host appears again.

There is dead silence now.

Even if he still had to keep time, everyone knew that Iron Scorpion had completely passed away.

"The winner this time is Mr. Furuta!"

Mr. Furuta raised a smile, but no one congratulated him. The eyes of the audience were extremely complicated, hostile, but also mixed with a hint of fear.

Iron Scorpion's miserable body was quickly carried down.

What is surprising is that this Mr. Furuta actually chose the same approach as Iron Scorpion and started a series of battles!

No one questioned it. On the contrary, the depressed audience wished that this Japanese would pay the price for his arrogance like the Iron Scorpion just now, but they were disappointed in the end.

Next, Kota Furuta fought twice in a row, and the result was that he defeated his opponent with a devastating KO.

And just like the Iron Scorpion, the two opponents turned into corpses when they were carried down, and they were tortured to pieces.

It's not like he's here to compete or win money, it's like he's just here to vent his perverted desires.

Bai Haoran said that every time an underground boxing match is held, there will usually be three to five matches. Today, there were originally expected to be five matches, but maybe it was because of Furuta Kofu's strong strength, or maybe he was shocked by his cruelty.

The last contestant who came down unexpectedly gave up on the stage and temporarily forfeited the game.

"Damn it! I'm a loser!"

"waste!"

"Embarrass us Chinese people!"

"What are you afraid of? The worst case scenario is that you die on stage!"

The crowd was excited.

It doesn't matter if you lose money, the most important thing is that tonight's game will make everyone lose face.

On his own territory, a Japanese pirate was allowed to show off his power like this, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Hearing the host's announcement that the last opponent was timid, Kota Furuta burst out laughing. He stopped trying to hide it, looked around the audience with disdain, and sneered.

"He is worthy of being the sick man of East Asia!"

"What the hell did you say?!"

"Say it again if you dare!"

The scene was instantly in an uproar.

The anger in everyone's heart was completely exploded, and they wanted to rush down and beat up this Japanese man.

At this time, the role of dozens of security personnel is highlighted.

Kota Furuta's lips trembled, turning a blind eye to the anger and curses from all directions. He was about to get out of the octagonal cage, but at this moment, the host stopped him.

"Wait a moment."

Mr. Furuta frowned slightly.

The host looked at him at this time and his eyes were not very friendly.

"There is a temporary contestant who has signed up to participate, and tonight's game is not over yet."

How dare someone take the initiative to die?

Following the host's gaze, Kota Furuta unexpectedly looked towards the stands.

What did he see?

One audience member was actually taking off his clothes, as if he was warming up.
Chapter completed!