After seeing the Japanese swordsman narrowly evaded his attacks by the fat Chinese man and then kicked him three to four meters with great courage, most people may have thought that he was defeated.
But I never thought that this guy would admit defeat so neatly.
It's all shameless, okay? Fuck you, if you have the strength to admit defeat, why can't you get up and fight again to protect your reputation as the number one master of the Black Dragon Society?
The gamblers present naturally didn't care about the life or death of the Japanese swordsman, but what they cared about was the chips they were betting on. A total of about a hundred people bet more than eight million U.S. dollars! On average, each person invested seventy or eighty thousand dollars.
U.S. dollars, even if most of these people are considered rich, in an era when the average American worker’s annual salary is only $1,450, the amount of $70,000 or 80,000 can still make this group of rich people
Distressed.
For a moment, except for a handful of gamblers who believed that since it was a bet, it was impossible to bet on the Chinese fat man to win, all kinds of American-style curses were heard on the field. Cups, towels, fruits, and countless sundries were thrown at them.
There were even two high heels thrown into the ring. If the ring wasn't surrounded by steel guardrails, the things thrown in would have made Liu Tuanzuo panic.
Liu Lang finally understood the purpose of this steel fence. It was not to guard against the red-eyed boxers on the field, but to protect them from being smashed to death by frustrated gamblers outside the field!
"Ren Su? I'm sorry, I didn't understand what you meant. If you really want to admit defeat, I hope you will use your Japanese samurai method. Come on, kneel down and shout for me." Liu Lang took two steps forward and sneered.
said.
Chiba Toichilang had a ferocious look on his face with his head lowered. Others might not know what Liu Lang meant, but he did. The ancient ritual for a Japanese samurai to admit defeat to his opponent was to kneel on his knees and crawl on the ground.
Surrender.
However, asking him to admit defeat to a Chinese like this would undoubtedly be more difficult than killing him.
"If you still care about your so-called dignity as a warrior, then I can only send you to see your Amaterasu. You can only choose one or the other, life or dignity." The corner of Liu Lang's mouth curled up with a trace of sarcasm.
He continued coldly.
If it were a battlefield, he would have said so much nonsense to this guy and killed him with one stab. But here, in front of the arrogant Americans, this pretentious little devil was hit psychologically and physically.
Collapse was Liu Lang's original intention.
Liu Lang wants to use facts to tell everyone here that Chinese people are not as kind as they think and can be bullied. They can also be vicious and cruel when they are unhappy. The so-called generosity and respect that cannot be bought with a lot of money, then use
fist.
Liu Lang's answer was a sharp sword light, the fierce sword light swept directly towards Liu Lang's ankle.
"Despicable" Zhou Dapeng had not yet woken up from the surprise when he jumped up from his seat in excitement when the Japanese swordsman deceived and attacked him.
Chiba Toichiro had already made a plan. If Liu Lang jumped up and hid, he could launch continuous attacks and finally kill the enemy with his sword. If he retreated, he could finally get a chance to breathe. As long as he didn't
If he was too eager for success as in the previous moves, he would have no chance of winning if he played slowly and steadily.
Yes, at the moment when his nose was flattened and his big teeth were knocked off, the top master of the Black Dragon Club finally figured out why he was beaten so miserably. He was fooled and entered the trap specially created by his opponent from the beginning.
Battle rhythm.
The only way to save the situation is to return to his own rhythm.
Unfortunately, Toichiro Chiba had a good idea, but Liu Tuanzuo was not the opponent he imagined. Liu Lang neither jumped nor retreated, but bent forward and blocked directly with a triangular thorn in his hand.
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There was a crisp sound of "ding". The triangular spur made of gun barrel steel blocked the blade of the katana. Not only did it block the blade of the katana, but the people in the audience also saw an incredible scene.
When the fat Chinese man bent down to block, the strange weapon in his hand struck the ground and emitted a stream of fire. At the same time, with the help of this force, he actually did a forward somersault in the air.
What do you say about that scene?
Liu Lang's previous performance of kicking away a Japanese swordsman was very powerful and awesome, especially the powerful kick that kicked a living person weighing more than 100 kilograms three to four meters away, showing that he was a ferocious "wild boar"
"With his demeanor, he is definitely a powerful master.
However, now this volley is like a wild boar suddenly doing the work of a monkey.
However, what is certain is that no matter how flexible a wild boar is, it can only be a wild boar. Because a monkey will never be able to make a big living person faint alive, but a "wild boar" can.
The fat Chinese guy somersaulted and sat on his butt... on the head of Toichiro Chiba who had just raised his head to gather strength and was about to jump up and launch his second attack.
The gamblers sitting opposite Toichiro Chiba saw clearly the miserable face of the Japanese swordsman at that moment. His nose was flattened and his lips were swollen due to the violent impact, as if his mouth was hanging.
Two sausages. Of course, the most unbearable thing is his eyes.
The single-lidded small eyes of the Black Dragon Society’s top master are not so beautiful that they can speak, but they are enough for the punters who saw all this to understand the story in his eyes. From ferocious to confident to unbelievable and finally to incomparable sadness and indignation.
, at the moment when the fat Chinese man’s round butt was about to sit down. Then, it was gone.
Because, Liu Tuanzuo's big butt had already sat on the head of the Japanese swordsman who only had time to speak with his eyes.
There was a muffled sound of "dong". It even made some echoes in the somewhat empty boxing gym. It made most people feel goosebumps when they heard it.
That must hurt!
Of course it hurts. If you don’t believe me, how about asking a fat man weighing more than 200 pounds to sit down from the air? Moreover, the bottom of his face is made of granite.
This time the Japanese swordsman's bloody blow was definitely no closer than that of the Muay Thai boxing champion whose head was held between his legs by a Russian fighter and hit to the ground.
"Damn it, my ass." Liu Tuanzuo suddenly shouted.
Obviously, the effects of force are mutual. Anyone sitting on a hard ball and then bumping it on the ground will not be very comfortable, especially when it is possible to hit the balls.
Liu Lang naturally has a reason for shouting like this.
However, have you ever thought about the thoughts of the Black Dragon Club's top master who directly touched his head to the ground? Especially when he was sat down on his butt.
Obviously, Liu Tuanzuo does not have a bodhisattva heart. He has always been merciless to enemies who can use their heads to hurt his buttocks at the last moment.
His body suddenly lay on his side, using his elbow as a hammer, he struck the almost unconscious Japanese swordsman Shang's arm that was still holding the katana.
With a "click" that could be heard throughout the audience, the Japanese swordsman's arm turned up at an extremely weird angle, and was directly broken off by Liu Lang's elbow hammer.
"Ouch~~~" The Japanese swordsman let out a muffled howl that was not like a human voice, and the gamblers outside the venue felt a cold air from the top of their heads to the soles of their feet.
Brutal, extremely brutal.
"Oh, you're pretty strong! Yes, you haven't given up yet. You're a good man. Then I'll give you the treatment of a warrior." Liu Lang's slightly playful metallic voice made everyone in the audience feel even colder.
Why don't you admit defeat? It's clear that you have no chance, okay? Didn't you notice that the voice of the top master of the Black Dragon Society changed in pain? What on earth do the cruel Chinese want to do?
Then, they finally understood why the Russian soldiers gave up the ring so obediently. Because the chubby Chinese was not a wild boar, not even a bear, but a tiger, a lion, and a fox, cunning, cruel and ferocious.
Unparalleled.
He stood up, leaned over and pinched the once arrogant Black Dragon Club's number one master with one hand. Now he was as limp as a mangy dog with his backbone broken, and punched him hard in the face.
"This punch is the interest collected for the thousands of children of our Chinese race who died at the hands of the beast soldiers."
There was a muffled sound of "bang", and thousands of peach blossoms suddenly bloomed on the Japanese swordsman's face.
The next punch hit the Japanese swordsman in the chest.
"This punch is the interest collected for thousands of women of our Chinese ethnic group."
With a "click", the sternum was completely broken, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from the Japanese swordsman's mouth and smeared all over Liu Lang's face.
"This punch belongs to thousands of Chinese men."
"This punch belongs to the thousands of great men of our Chinese clan."
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As Liu Lang punched one after another, the Japanese swordsman was like a sandbag that was about to be beaten to pieces. He was definitely more miserable than the Muay Thai champion under the Russian warriors. As for whether he was alive or dead, there was no longer any suspense.
After Liu Lang's second punch, the Japanese swordsman made no sound again.
As Liu Lang let out a long roar, he flew up with another punch and knocked the Japanese swordsman's already extremely broken body several meters away. He hit the iron gate of the steel guardrail, knocked the iron gate open and fell directly to the bottom of the ring. This scene was terrible to watch.
The unrestricted fighting is the final end.
Until this moment, the Japanese swordsman had no time to utter even a single word.
However, the murderous Liu Lang was still not over.
He raised his hand, and the triangular thorn in his sleeve was directly driven into the chest of Ichiro Kameda, who was about to stand up and run away more than ten meters away.
Looking from a distance at Kameda Ichiro, who was clutching his chest and staring at him in disbelief, Liu Lang's expression remained unchanged, "Everyone who bets with me on life and death is dead. You are not the first, and you will definitely not be the last."
At that moment, Liu Lang, covered in blood, stood under the lamppost like a god of war.