After Zhanmut heard this, he was shocked and felt that the young man was a threat to him, because the other person said this so calmly, as if he was about to crush an ant to death.
Tonight's one vs. ten fight was an Easter egg arranged jointly by the boss behind the scenes and the underground black boxing headquarters, so that he could become famous by stepping on the Chinese martial arts master. If an accident happened, he could not bear the consequences.
"It's ridiculous. Do you think that just a scumbag can challenge me?" The Instant Kill Emperor raised his head to face the camera and said with arrogance in his eyes: "An unknown Chinese person is trying to disrupt order. I will challenge ten of them with all my heart."
Chinese warriors, therefore do not want to be disturbed."
His attitude is already obvious.
The blonde beauty and the referee nodded in understanding. The latter raised the flag in his hand and gave orders: "For those who disrupt the order, regardless of identity or nationality, this has violated the biggest taboo of our underground black boxing company and must not be tolerated.
All security personnel will aim their guns at the Chinese young man. If he does not retreat within three seconds, he will be shot immediately!"
As soon as the words fell, the big men in black with guns turned their guns and aimed at Zhao Fan's back.
In addition to the ten Chinese warriors escorted, there were also thirty gunmen inside the venue, with a total of fifty black muzzles. Even the audience in the audience felt a great intimidation.
"one!"
The referee looked at Zhao Fan, picked up the microphone and shouted, like a countdown to the arrival of death.
However, in front of everyone, Zhao Fan stood tall and motionless in front of the iron pillar. His back looked ridiculous and lamentable in everyone's eyes.
Not only that, Chen Chun'er stood beside him and did not move, which made thousands of viewers feel regretful that such a beautiful oriental woman should die for her love...
Over there, Jie Shibang had already discovered that the troublemaker was the Chinese god who left with his front foot. He stood up hesitantly. At this time, the referee had already counted "two".
Jia Shibang gritted his teeth and decided to risk his life. He rushed to the south side of the ring regardless of his own safety. While telling the referee to wait a moment, he pulled the opponent anxiously and said: "Chinese God, come back quickly! If you continue like this, you will die!"
"You call me a god, but you still have no confidence in me?" Zhao Fan smiled slightly and said: "No one here is qualified to take my life. You stand farther away, otherwise, a bullet will hit you even slightly."
If it is crooked, it will affect you."
Jieshibang was stunned on the ground, knowing that the other party's intention was gone and he couldn't persuade him. When he wanted to lift his foot to move away with a cowardly look, he suddenly took back the foot he stepped out. The two thoughts in his mind instantly clashed countless times.
He instantly defeated the fear in his heart and said: "No, if you want to die... I will accompany you."
"What's the reason?" Zhao Fan asked in surprise.
Jasper took a deep breath and said: "A person who can give me a hundred thousand dollars for free when I am in trouble is my reborn parent."
Zhao Fan's eyes showed admiration, and then he said slowly: "Then stand next to me and don't move."
"Okay." Jie Shibang took a step forward, closing his eyes and resigning himself to his fate.
"That nigger, is he out of his mind?"
"I want to live and die with the yellow-skinned monkey!"
"Both are despicable races, kill them!"
"Don't accidentally hurt that oriental beauty, keep it for me..."
The audience below had different reactions. Even the few black people had no intention of speaking for James Bond because they felt that he was too discredited for his own race.
At this moment, the referee received instructions from his superiors in the headset not to delay the time. He immediately lowered the flag and said, "Three, shoot!"
Bang bang bang bang!
Fifty pistols and submachine guns of various types fired in a salvo, and dazzling rays of light like tongues of fire shot out from the muzzles.
And just when the blonde beauty, the referee and many spectators thought that the two Asians and a black man would be beaten through a sieve, a strange scene happened!
On the south side of the ring, everything was as normal as before. However, all the violent warheads were in the void about to hit the three people. They turned 180 degrees like a boomerang and followed the trajectory of the attack.
, return the same way.
The speed of the bullet is as fast as a phantom, making it difficult to see clearly.
Besides, it was too sudden, without any warning!
Then there were chi, chi sounds one after another. The three figures standing in front of the iron pillar were still standing safe and sound, but the fifty gunmen had blood holes in their foreheads, splashing with shocking lines of blood.
, which is also mixed with white viscous liquid.
The gunmen's eyes widened and they fell to the ground. There was no time for panic on their faces... They didn't know how they died until they died.
The entire venue was filled with the sound of crazy gasps!
Half a hundred gunmen shot at their target, but ended up killing themselves? Did the bullet have eyes or was it the young man’s own child?!
The blond beauty stood up in fright and froze at the commentary table. Most of her murder weapon was exposed, but she couldn't notice it because her scalp was numb.
At this moment, an even more shocking scene happened!
The young man grasped the two iron pillars with his hands and pulled them apart to both sides as lightly as pulling noodles, expanding the gap into a gap that could be passed through by the human body.
Immediately afterwards, he stepped onto the ring with a swagger.
Zhao Fan's back fell into the sight of thousands of spectators, full of endless domineering power.
Grandmaster Zhou Hong and his nine disciples on the ring consciously retreated to the edge. They didn't even say hello, not because they didn't want to, but because they thought they were like weak maggots facing a real dragon soaring in the sky.
Qualified to talk to Jiangzhou Wu Zun...
Zhao Fan had no unnecessary nonsense and made a gesture of invitation to Zhan Mut.
The Instant Kill Emperor finally panicked. He could block the bullets from short-range firearms, but with so many bullets at the same time, it was impossible. Not only that, the opponent didn't even move, nor did he release his inner energy.
He redirected the bullets without any effort and killed many gunmen. Only those at the level of martial arts masters can do this!
He stepped back and asked, "You...who are you?"
"Chinese warrior." Zhao Fan stood in the center of the ring and looked in front of him calmly. His voice, without the help of amplifying equipment, filled the entire venue clearly.
"Martial Lord, it must be Martial Lord!"
Jimmut broke down and yelled.
Zhao Fan chuckled and said: "I won't bully you. Next, I will suppress my strength at the innate level, and the skills I will use are all Chinese martial arts, so that I can learn your Egyptian physical skills."
"Suppressed in the innate realm?" Zhanmut seemed to see hope. In his mind, the realms were the same. He was invincible with the three stunts taught by Zhou Hong. As the instant kill emperor, he shouldered the expectations of his supporters.
, and had the ambition to win a thousand matches in a row and become the black boxing champion. Even if he panicked, he forced himself to regain his composure.
Immediately, Zhanmut stopped retreating and faced the unknown Chinese youth fearlessly. Looking at this posture, those who didn't know the truth thought that he would meet his opponent.
"Say, start!"
Zhao Fan squinted his eyes, and his eyes were like the light of a sword going straight into the referee's pupils.
"Instant Kill Emperor vs. Chinese Warrior, one vs. eleven, let's... begin!" the referee announced stammeringly.
Zhao Fan looked away, nodded and said, "I'll give you three moves."
Zhanmut was not polite, seizing the opportunity was the only way to win, so he directly used the one-finger heart-breaking technique that could kill more than 900 enemies. His right index finger was like a drill that could break everything, as fast as lightning.
Attack the opponent's heart.
The big screen above was showing the scene of the boxing ring simultaneously.
Thousands of spectators could not help holding their breath.
"Closer... closer. Once it hits, it will penetrate perfectly." Zhan Mut's fingertips have touched Zhao Fan's clothes.
In an instant, a crisp sound of bones breaking fell into everyone's ears.
Just when everyone thought it was the Chinese young man whose heart and ribs were broken by the instant-killing emperor's finger, they saw a white figure in Middle Eastern clothing on the ring, holding his right wrist and rolling back and forth on the ground in pain, and the index finger seemed to be missing
It was as soft and boneless as consciousness, and no one understood what was happening.
After a few seconds, Zhan Mut adapted to the pain. He stood up in embarrassment and pointed at Zhao Fan, "He cheated. He wore an extremely hard armor that broke the bones in my hand!"
"Sorry, I don't bother cheating."
As Zhao Fan spoke, his chest shook, and the buttons of his clothes were torn open. The smooth and unobstructed skin was reflected on the big screen. He raised the corners of his mouth and smiled: "This is a Chinese martial arts, iron