As the hippie host finished speaking, hundreds of spectators in the hall rushed to a row of recharge machines on the side. In this machine, you can swipe your card, and then enter the amount to bet and which player to bet in the machine. .
The odds were changing rapidly, and it was obvious that most people chose to bet on the Golden Lion, the Muay Thai champion.
"Finally I can see the Golden Lion take action again. Oh my God, the Golden Lion is so scary. This Chinese guy has such bad luck. I didn't expect the Golden Lion to be in the boxing ring today."
"Yes, yes, last time the golden lion punched a boxer's head. Now that I think about it, I feel extremely excited."
"Hey, I saw that game too. It was exciting, bloody and beautiful."
"Golden lion, golden lion, golden lion."
At the end, everyone started shouting the name of the golden lion.
Ye Haoran stood calmly on the ring.
Behind, there was a sudden rumbling sound, and then the wall that seemed to be made of cement actually cracked a gap, and then a staircase was exposed in the gap. At the entrance of the stairs, a boxer from Country T slowly walked out. This boxer from Country T had a head. He has golden curly hair, his upper body is bare, and his bronze skin is bulging, like a diamond orangutan.
Ye Haoran narrowed his eyes. Is this the golden lion? It does look a bit tough.
The golden lion walked towards Ye Haoran. The stairwell behind him was closed again and turned into a wall. After watching this scene, Ye Haoran finally understood why he couldn't find the stairs. It turned out that the stairs were designed to be invisible. You can only see it by opening the wall, and it seems that the switch should be inside.
Susan nervously said to Ye Haoran in the earphone: "Ye Haoran, don't participate in the competition. These underground boxers are people who don't want their lives. Don't fight them. Five members of the special operations team are about to arrive now." The sky is open, the operation will begin soon, please come out quickly."
Ye Haoran could hear Susan's worries, but he had nothing to worry about. Even though this golden lion was as strong as a bull, for Ye Haoran, the real opponents were those unparalleled internal masters. Those who look soft, but have actually cultivated their inner energy, rather than the gorillas who purely cultivate their outer skin.
"Friends, the exciting moment is coming. This person is the Golden Lion who has won our Black Mountain Boxing Championship for seven consecutive weeks. Moreover, for the past seven weeks of the competition, every opponent of the Golden Lion has been Are you afraid of such a powerful boxer being beaten to death? Do you support him or not?" the hippie host introduced in a sharp voice.
The people below became even more crazy and continued to place additional bets. Some were hesitant at first, but after seeing the golden lion, they immediately ran over to buy the golden lion and win.
"Is the Golden Lion's violent Muay Thai better, or is the legendary Chinese Kung Fu better? Friends, the results will be announced soon. Now, the two contestants, please sign a life and death certificate." The hippie said, waving his hand, the two figures The hot bikini beauty walked up, each holding a tray with figures of life and death in it, and walked towards Ye Haoran and Golden Lion.
Ye Haoran frowned, glanced at the host, walked over, and whispered: "Remember what you said, if I can't see the deputy director, you will be dead."
The hippie host shook his head and looked at Ye Haoran. He laughed and said: "Oh, oh, dear Chinese friends, it's not me who has the final say on whether you can meet the deputy director, but the Golden Lion. Forget it, if he beats you to death, you will never be able to see the deputy director in your life."
Ye Haoran stretched out his hand and pinched the hippie host's neck, "Don't smile at me, my patience is limited."
The hippie host slapped Ye Haoran's arm so hard that he couldn't breathe.
"Hey, boy, what do you want." The golden lion walked towards Ye Haoran, "Let him go, your opponent is me."
Ye Haoran looked at the golden lion and sneered, "If you want to die, just come here."
"Hahahaha, arrogant Chinese boys, what I hate the most is you Chinese people, you obviously don't have any kung fu skills, but you still insist on making some kung fu movies, and you still insist on bragging about how great your country's kung fu is, haha, it's really ridiculous Ah, no matter what Bruce Lee or Jackie Chan, they were all beaten to the ground by my punch. Today I will let you know what is real kung fu and what is the king of fists." After the golden lion said, He roared suddenly, let out a loud roar, and then rushed towards Ye Haoran.
Ye Haoran didn't move at all.
The hippie host in Ye Haoran's hands was so frightened that he said "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" in his hands, shouting loudly at Ye Haoran: "Hurry up, let me go, let me go, you bastard, you will really die."
Ye Haoran still held the hippie host's neck with one hand, and his whole body did not move at all, allowing the golden lion to rush towards him.
The audience in the audience went crazy and shouted loudly: "beat him to death, beat him to death, beat him to death..."
The golden lion became more and more excited. When he arrived in front of Ye Haoran, he punched Ye Haoran's head. The golden lion's fist was extremely hard and the punch was also very fast. This is the characteristic of Muay Thai. Known for their toughness, and Muay Thai fighters are best at using their elbows and knees. They use these two places to attack the enemy. Even a bull cannot withstand a blow from a Muay Thai fighter's knee.
Ye Haoran stared at the golden lion's fist, moved his steps slightly, and moved away. Then Ye Haoran stood behind the hippie host.
When the golden lion saw that his punch was empty, he grabbed Ye Haoran with his big feet.
Ye Haoran stood behind the hippie host. His steps were very nimble. No matter how anxious the golden lion was, Ye Haoran could always dodge, and there was always a hippie host between him and the golden lion.
The hippie host was so frightened that he screamed, "Let me go quickly. Oh, golden lion, be careful. Your fist almost hit me in the face. Oh my God, can you watch me?" , Damn Chinese, please let go of me quickly, my body can’t move, damn, what the hell did you do to me."
Ye Haoran's hands suddenly pressed the Jianjing point on the hippie's shoulder, and then clicked twice on the hippie host's Dazhu point. Of these two points, one controls the arm, making it sore and numb, and the other Controlling the legs makes the legs sore and numb. Although the acupuncture skills are not as magical as described in martial arts novels, which can make people unable to move or even speak, acupuncture is real and can at least make people feel sore. Numbness, difficulty moving.
The hippie host had his acupoints tapped by Ye Haoran at this moment. He stood there, trying hard to shake his body, trying to leave the dangerous ring, but his hands and feet seemed to be disobedient and could not move at all.
"Asshole, get out of the way." The golden lion could never catch Ye Haoran. He was so angry that he yelled at the hippie.
The hippie host couldn't express his pain and said loudly: "I also want to go down, but I can't move at all."
"asshole."
The golden lion became angry and punched the hippie host on the head.
With a "bang", the hippie's face split open like an explosion, and snot, blood, and minced meat flew out in an instant and scattered all over the floor.
"Oh my God."
"Too violent."
"I like it so much, come on, Golden Lion, and then blow that Chinese kid's head off."
"Kill him."
The audience below shouted crazily. The death of the hippie host only aroused the passion of the audience.
The body of the hippie host fell to the ground, so Ye Haoran could no longer hide behind him. The golden lion looked at Ye Haoran coldly, and sneered, with blood still dripping from his fist, "Now , can you still hide? Let me see where you can hide."
Ye Haoran stood there calmly. He did not look at the body of the hippie host on the ground. He had originally planned to destroy this guy, not only because the host made him angry, but also because he was too indifferent to the lives of the boxers and was a peaceful person. A cold-blooded guy like a boxer, "Do you think I really want to dodge you? I just don't like the host, so I'll use your fist to beat him to death."
The golden lion's mouth opened, revealing a row of yellow teeth, "Boy, no matter what you say, you are dead today, look at the boxing." The golden lion rushed towards Ye Haoran, shouting "look at the boxing" The punch is actually a quick kick and a high whip kick.
Ye Haoran didn't move this time, let alone dodge. He watched the golden lion's movements, and then after the golden lion raised its leg, Ye Haoran also raised its leg. However, Ye Haoran's movements were twice as fast as the golden lion's. While the golden lion's legs were still in the air, Ye Haoran's foot had already kicked the golden lion's thigh.
"Bang."
It was like the sound of metal colliding.
The golden lion was originally on one leg, but when he was kicked by Ye Haoran, he fell to the ground with a groan.
Ye Haoran left, condescendingly, and raised his fingers towards the golden lion, "Get up, let's continue." Ye Haoran's voice was very calm, but it revealed a murderous intent, "Get up, let me see what it means. Chinese Kung Fu, what is Chinese Kung Fu?”
The golden lion fell to the ground. He was a little frightened, but then he became even more angry. He tried his best. He held up his hands and jumped up from the ground. He rushed towards Ye Haoran again. This time he didn't If he dared to use his legs, his fists would hit Ye Haoran like hammers.
Ye Haoran still didn't move. After the golden lion punched, Ye Haoran also punched. Moreover, this time, Ye Haoran's fist was still twice as fast as the golden lion's fist.
"Bang", there was another sound of bones breaking, and Ye Haoran's fist hit the golden lion's nose directly. The bridge of the golden lion's nose broke immediately, and then there was mucus and blood flowing down the nostrils.
Ye Haoran raised his fist again, "Bang Bang." Two punches, one to the left eye and one to the right eye. With a "pop" sound, the golden lion fell straight to the ground, motionless. His two eyeballs , all rolled out of their eye sockets and kept rolling on the ring.
The entire boxing gym hall suddenly fell silent. No one could imagine that the golden lion, who was as strong as a gorilla, fell to the ground without even lasting a minute.