The Muay Thai champion is naturally not a man of faith. When he felt the warmth on his neck, he immediately understood that his strong opponent had also suffered a heavy blow at this time, and his heart suddenly became filled with fear. This shows that the strong opponent is not invincible, especially in this situation.
In close combat, that is his advantage. Muay Thai is known as the best close combat technique in the world.
Of course, that's just a claim because he has never been to China.
The Muay Thai champion made an instant decision. Because he couldn't take his hands off, he twisted his body and turned over from an incredible angle. His legs directly hooked the Russian fighter's neck, trying to use his stronger leg strength.
Wring the Russian soldier's neck.
It's just that the Muay Thai champion's face was facing the ground, so he couldn't see the ferocious expression on the Russian fighter's face, otherwise he would definitely regret his choice.
Of course, the Muay Thai champion has no time to regret at this moment. At this moment, he just wants to wring the Russian fighter's neck to win the final victory.
Just as the Muay Thai king clamped the Russian fighter's thick neck with his feet, the big palm-like hands suddenly let go of his hand, and at the same time hugged the Muay Thai king's body. A trace of a sinister smile appeared on the Russian fighter's face, accompanied by
The blood was still flowing from the corners of his mouth, making him look like a devil in hell.
Why...why is his neck so hard?"
This may be the last thought left by the Muay Thai King in the world. Just when he realized something was wrong, his body suddenly rose into the air. The ground first moved away and then suddenly became closer. The Muay Thai King opened his mouth wide and wanted to scream. At the same time,
His body wanted to twist to escape the impending doom, but it was tightly bound and unable to move. He couldn't even move his neck, because the Russian soldier actually used his legs to cross his head, fixing it, and hit him
On the ground, the Muay Thai King's thinking ends here...
While everyone was stunned, they saw the giant bear-like Russian warrior holding the Muay Thai champion tightly, leaping up to a height of one meter, and then crashing to the ground.
No one may know how hard the human skull is, but what happened next moment made people know that it is definitely not as hard as a granite ring, especially when carrying two people weighing a total of more than 300 kilograms and nearly 400 kilograms from one meter to
How high up is it when you go down and collide with granite?
The muffled "dong" sound is not the key.
Instead, the Muay Thai champion's head suddenly "exploded" after hitting the ground. Of course, it wasn't like it exploded when hit by a bullet, but the blood bursting out from the broken head gave people a terrifying illusion.
It felt like his head was smashed directly.
The sudden burst of blood sprayed ten meters away. Several gamblers who were too excited and rushed too close were stunned for a moment. They first touched the greasy liquid on their faces and then remembered that it belonged to the loser.
There was blood, and one person even touched something soft, which must have been the pieces of meat that flew out from the collision, and he just wanted to retching.
But the next moment, the Russian fighter who had entered a frenzied state did not give up. He burst out with a roar, stood up suddenly, and slammed the body of the completely unconscious Muay Thai boxing champion into the steel guardrail next to him.
The force of this collision was no less than several hundred kilograms. The blood of the already bloody Muay Thai boxing champion flew all the way again, and a strong smell of blood stimulated several punters who had retched before to vomit completely.
The flesh and steel guardrails that had completely softened kept making muffled "bang bang" sounds, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.
For the first time, they learned that if you want to pursue excitement, you also need a strong heart. This is really exciting.
Many people even stood up suddenly, ready to escape from this terrible place. What if the crazy Russian jumped out of the steel guardrail? In front of the man as strong as a bear, the steel guardrail as thick as a thumb looked at him.
It doesn't seem to be that strong.
For a moment, the entire boxing gym was in a state of excitement, and no one could tell whether those people who were shouting and shouting hysterically were cheering for the Russian fighters, or whether they were using this method to vent their inner fears.
Fortunately, the Russian fighter was not the legendary berserker. After confirming that the opponent in his hand was dead and no longer a threat, the Russian fighter threw the rag doll-like body of the Muay Thai champion to the side and stood proudly on the ring.
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"No wonder the owner of this boxing gym would spend 100,000 marks to buy this prisoner of war. Don't be too awesome to be a bodyguard." Young Master Fan expressed envy with a slightly pale face.
The scene just now really scared him. If Liu Lang and Chen Yunfa weren't sitting next to him, he might have stood up and ran away first.
For example, my American cousins have all gone to the back exit, where there are many women standing there screaming like quails encountering an eagle.
"Yes! It's a pity that he will leave after the last round." Zhou Dapeng looked at the strong man on the ring with admiration.
A strong man can not only be worshiped by women, but men are no exception. That is the imprint engraved in the genes of the earth's creatures.
"No need to look any further, we can go." Liu Lang shook his head, feeling suddenly bored. He didn't even want to win back the $300,000 bet.
For such a powerful warrior to be treated as a plaything in such an arena and become the bet of a bunch of gamblers, Liu Lang was very unhappy.
A warrior, whether he lives or dies, his stage should be the battlefield, not some bullshit arena.
"Brother Liu, please don't! There is still one last game! Don't you want to win back your 300,000?" Zhou Dapeng persuaded with a sad face.
It almost became a nightmare for Zhou Dapeng to lose 300,000 U.S. dollars to a Chinese fellow because of one extra word. Those were several of the best-equipped small planes in his dream!
"Haha, just think of it as a gift from me to see so many fellow countrymen here! Dapeng, you can go back to China when you have time. It is the hometown of your parents and your hometown, although he is still very weak now.
, but he is very beautiful, no worse than the United States." Liu Lang patted the somewhat stubborn but also cute little fellow and said with a smile.
"Well, I will definitely go back and take a look when I have the chance." Zhou Dapeng nodded, feeling a little sore in his nose for no reason.
The words of the Chinese fellow reminded him of the newspaper he had read a few days ago. The seven women in it who were forced to take up guns were his compatriots. The hometown of his grandfather and parents was being bullied by an island country called Japan. He saw that he had always been strong.
My grandfather was secretly wiping his tears, because that was the place where his ancestors had grown up for generations, and it was also his root, even though it was very likely that he would never be able to go back.
Zhou Dapeng didn't understand his grandfather's sadness at first, but when he saw Liu Lang and other fellow countrymen from China, who all spoke Chinese with different accents and made people feel very friendly, Zhou Dapeng suddenly understood.
Although he was born and raised in the United States, this will never be his hometown. He and the people there may never meet each other in his lifetime, but he and they both have the same black hair, black glasses, and yellow skin. He and they
They have the same blood and belong to the same nation, the Chinese nation.
"Brother Liu, don't worry. I'll help you deal with those Japanese guys later. If the next boxer loses, it will be easier. Let's deal with them together. I, Zhou Dapeng, will handle the matter. Don't worry."
When sending Liu Lang off his seat, Zhou Dapeng patted his chest and promised.
"Eh? What do you mean?" Liu Lang suddenly stopped.