Zhao Jinhu stood in the middle of the arena, with an imposing manner like a tiger and a wolf occupying the area, full of a wild ferocity.
He scanned the audience and suddenly said loudly: "Before I came over to participate in the boxing match today, I went to meet a junior in the martial arts world. His talent was pretty good, but he went astray in martial arts training and went too far.
Rely on hot weapons like firearms."
"So, I asked him to come over tonight to take a look at this underground boxing match and see what the real power of martial arts is. I don't know if he is here, so let's just assume he is."
"Now, I am going to show off my skills and show him that firearms are not always useful. If you meet a strong martial artist, they will be useless!"
Zhao Jinhu's words echoed in the arena.
The host standing outside the ring changed his face slightly when he heard this, and quickly reminded: "Master Zhao, you are not following the rules. There is no arrangement process..."
Zhao Jinhu stretched out his hand and interrupted: "What I said are the rules!"
As he spoke, he jumped up and grabbed a thick solid iron railing at the edge of the arena.
He exerted force with his palm and squeezed hard.
Crunch!
A thick iron railing as long as an arm was twisted off and used as an iron rod. He waved it in his hand a few times before returning to the ring.
"You guys, all shoot at me!"
Zhao Jinhu held an iron rod in his hand and shouted at the armed security personnel guarding the area between the ring and the stands.
The security personnel were stunned, obviously not expecting this, and they all looked at the host.
The host was also confused.
At this time, a voice seemed to come from the earphones of the security personnel.
shot!
The next moment, at least a dozen security personnel in the venue all fired with their guns.
Zhao Jinhu's figure immediately started moving as fast as lightning, and he swung the iron rod in his hand violently.
clang clang clang......
There was a dense sound of metal collision.
Some of the bullets fired were dodged by Zhao Jinhu, while the rest were blocked by him with an iron rod.
This is not to say that his reaction speed can be faster than bullets, but that as soon as the security personnel raised their guns, Zhao Jinhu had already predicted the trajectory of the bullets before they fired.
Using an iron rod to block bullets was more difficult than Wu Tianmao's simple dodge.
After a while, several security personnel emptied the magazines in their guns, and the terrifying sound of metal collision disappeared.
Zhao Jinhu raised the iron rod in his hand that was full of bullet holes and had been twisted and deformed, then threw it away and said contemptuously: "Firearms? Haha..."
At this moment.
The onlookers around him were already dumbfounded.
Some wealthy second-generation people had never seen such an exciting scene before, and they were dumbfounded for a moment.
"Holy crap! An iron rod can easily block the shots of so many people."
"Fuck! I'll beat him! Ten bets! Ten million! I want him to win!"