A flash of fierceness flashed in the Black Panther's eyes. You must know that his strongest point is his leg skills. He can easily break a stone pillar with a kick. The man in front of him actually wanted to fight him leg to leg. Isn't this looking for death?
He felt fierce in his heart, and his leg speed suddenly increased a little faster, and the two legs collided with each other with a bang.
Strong against strong, legs touching legs, and then there was a click, the two people stopped all movements and stood on the stage like statues.
"The leg is broken, the leg is broken, I can hear the sound of fracture?"
"Whose leg is broken? The weak chicken or the black panther?"
"Of course he's a weakling. I've seen Black Panther's leg skills before. He can even kick a stone pillar to pieces..."
"Are you blind? Didn't you see that the black panther's leg was broken?"
Amidst the boiling noise, people were surprised to find that the Black Panther's calf had been kicked into a V-shape by Chen Fugui. The steel sweeping leg that had kicked countless opponents' heads had been broken by someone!
Black Panther, who had never lost a game since his debut, actually lost! And it was still one move, defeating him from his strongest point!
Feeling the excruciating pain in his legs, Black Panther couldn't believe that all this was real. His strongest steel leg sweep could not defeat the Chinese in front of him. How could this be possible?
Chen Fugui slowly retracted his right leg. His cultivation level has now reached the second level of An Jin. The calf full of energy can be broken by kicking not only stone pillars, but also steel pillars. Moreover, it is a leg of a black panther.
"I'll fight you!"
After the failure, Black Panther lost his mind. He put one hand on the ground and kicked his remaining left leg down towards Chen Fugui.
As a proud boxer, he couldn't say the word "admit defeat". Moreover, he knew what kind of mission he had to shoulder today. If he admitted defeat on the stage, he might not be able to survive long after he got off, and he would be shot randomly soon.
Beat to death.
Facing the Black Panther's dying blow, Chen Fugui's eyes flashed with contempt again, and he raised his hand and punched out.
Generally speaking, fists are not as powerful as legs anyway, but the gap in cultivation between the two people is too big. One is only a black boxer, while the other is a master of the second level of dark strength. There is really no comparison.
Soon, there was another click above the boxing ring, and Black Panther's left leg was interrupted by Chen Fugui's punch again.
After losing his legs, Black Panther could no longer stand. He collapsed on the ring and struggled several times but could not get up.
At the end of this game, Chen Fugui won again.
There was another burst of cheers at the scene, and the gamblers who had placed bets on Chen Fugui celebrated their victory. The waitress in a bikini almost jumped for joy. Two consecutive victories brought her an income of 100,000 US dollars.
.
She turned to look at Qin Haodong. It was precisely because she placed bets with this man that she changed her life.
"Thank you, sir!"
She said respectfully to Qin Haodong.
Qin Haodong smiled slightly, "It's your own decision on who to bet on, so there's no need to thank me."
The waiter said: "Sir, you won this game again. Do you want to win the bonus or continue betting?"
Thinking that the man in front of her had won 100 million US dollars, she felt an inexplicable tremor in her heart.
"I will continue to bet, as usual, all bet on the weak chicken." Qin Haodong glanced at the waiter who was about to make a move, and said, "There are not many opportunities, if you want to bet, hurry up, there is no shop like this in this village.
Son."
"Sir, do you think the weakling will win in this game?"
The waiter was a little hesitant. She wanted to put down all the $100,000 and give it another try, but she felt a little unsure and wanted to give it up if she could get better.
Qin Haodong smiled and said: "Believe me, I'm right. I'm betting 100 million US dollars. What are you afraid of?"
The waiter was right when he thought about it. He even offered 100 million US dollars without hesitation, which shows that he has full confidence in this weakling.
Coupled with the previous three victories, she was completely impressed by Qin Haodong's vision in front of her and decided to take another gamble.
"Thank you sir."
After the waiter finished speaking, he deposited all the US$100,000 in his hand.
On the boxing ring, Black Panther, whose legs were broken, had been dragged down. Although the referee was extremely reluctant, he finally announced that Chen Fugui had won the game.
Chen Fugui glanced at him and said, "Is there anything else you want to challenge?"
"this……"
At this point, the referee couldn't make the decision at all. He turned to look at the manager of the boxing ring.
The manager was also worried and had cold sweat on his face. Even the strongest Black Panther in the game had his leg broken by a kick. Who dares to challenge this terrifying Chinese?
At this moment, a cold voice came from the door of the boxing ring: "Chinese, I'm here to challenge you."
Everyone looked at the source of the sound and saw a two-meter-tall Caucasian man appearing at the door of the boxing ring. This guy weighed more than 200 kilograms and looked much stronger than King Kong. He looked like a
The big white bear is only walking, and every step it takes will cause tremors in the boxing ring.
This man had a yellow mohawk on his head and looked like a hippie gangster in a Western movie. However, the expression on his face was extremely serious at this time, and his whole body exuded a strong murderous aura.
He is the chief instructor of the Bloody Team, Anthony from the Siberian training camp, nicknamed Big White Bear.
Seeing Anthony appear on the stage, Qin Haodong's expression changed a little. This guy has no internal skills and mental skills. He only relied on crazy training to stimulate his personal potential and raised his cultivation to the peak of the ninth level of Ming Jin. It is also very rare.
If he is not worried, there is an essential difference between Ming Jin and An Jin. After all, Chen Fugui is still several levels higher than this guy.
And as a former king of soldiers, in terms of killing skills and fighting skills, Chen Fugui will not lose to the big white bear in front of him.
Backstage at the boxing ring, Ruan Chengfa breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Anthony appear on the big screen, otherwise he really wouldn't know how to end today.
In this game just now, Qin Haodong bet 50 million US dollars. Although he had adjusted the odds to 1:2, he still had to pay 100 million US dollars in bets.
Even though he was fighting for money every day in the boxing ring and could get so much money, I'm afraid Ruan Zhendong would tear him apart immediately.
Now, he had seen Anthony take action, and his skills were terrifying. It was simply a killing machine, so in his opinion, no matter how powerful the Chinese was, he could not be Anthony's opponent.
Anthony walked up to the front step by step, looked at Chen Fugui with sharp eyes and said: "I want to challenge you!"
Chen Fugui said nonchalantly: "Yes, as long as you are not afraid of death."
Seeing that Chen Fugui accepted the challenge, the boxing ring manager breathed a sigh of relief, and the two sides and the latest odds were immediately displayed on the big screen.
According to Ruan Chengfa's arrangement, Chen Fugui's odds were adjusted to 1:1.5, while Anthony's odds dropped to 1:2.
This is not to say that Ruan Chengfa has no confidence in Anthony. After operating in the casino for so many years, he knows very well about these gamblers.
The lower the odds are at this moment, the more these people will bet on Chen Fugui. When Anthony defeats this Chinese guy called a weakling, he will not only get back all the money he just lost, but on the contrary, he will also be able to make a lot of money.
Make a fortune.
Just as he expected, these gamblers have seen Chen Fugui's terrifying skills. He easily won three consecutive games and only used one move in each game. Although this Anthony looked full of momentum, they still took the money in their hands.
All the chips were placed on Chen Fugui.
Ruan Chengfa looked at the rapidly rising betting data on the electronic screen with a sneer at the corner of his mouth. At the same time, he stared closely at Qin Haodong sitting in the VIP seat, expecting him to put all the money in his hand again.
What he fears most now is that the Chinese will just stop. If that happens, the boxing ring will be devastated by paying 100 million U.S. dollars, and failure to pay will greatly affect the reputation of the casino.
As he wished, Qin Haodong once again put all the 100 million US dollars he won on Chen Fugui.
It was only at this moment that Ruan Chengfa felt relieved and sneered at the figure on the big screen: "Boy, I will spit out whatever you eat."
Ten minutes later, the betting time ends and the boxing match begins again.
On the ring, Chen Fugui glanced at Anthony and said, "You are finally better than those losers, let's take action."
Anthony said with murderous intent: "You strike first, if I strike first you will be dead."
“Don’t overestimate your own capabilities.”
Chen Fugui shook his head, stopped talking nonsense to Anthony, and punched him in the chest.
Anthony's pupils shrank, and he stretched out his hand to grab Chen Fugui's fist. This was a trick he often used, first breaking the opponent's arm, and then using his knee to smash the opponent's head into a rotten watermelon.
Chen Fugui's punch speed was not too fast, and his power didn't seem too strong, so he was easily caught by Anthony.
A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he wanted to break Chen Fugui's arm, but he was soon surprised to find that his hand could not grasp Chen Fugui's fist. Not only could he not grasp it, he could not even block it for a moment.
This seemingly ordinary fist contained very amazing power. It broke through the obstruction of his hands in the blink of an eye and hit his chest hard.
With a muffled bang, Anthony's body weighing more than 200 kilograms was sent flying into the air and hit the iron cage behind him hard.
Seeing Chen Fugui knocking Anthony away with one punch, the whole place immediately burst into excitement. The gamblers who had placed heavy bets on Chen Fugui howled crazily:
"Well done, you weakling, you are well done..."
"Beat him to death, kick his head, crush his balls..."
The punters who had placed their bets on Anthony were filled with regret, and curse words kept coming out of their mouths:
"Trash, you're so damn tall, you can't even block a punch."
Backstage at the boxing ring, Ruan Chengfa was looking at the big screen proudly, but now the smile on his face froze instantly, and he stood there like a stone statue.
How is it possible? Isn’t Anthony a killing machine? How could he be punched away?
Just when everyone thought that Chen Fugui had once again sealed the victory with one move, Anthony got up from the ground. In any case, he was also a martial artist at the peak of the ninth level of Ming Jin, and had rich fighting experience. Although the blow just now made him suffer
I suffered some internal injuries, but nothing serious.
He looked at the Chinese man in front of him, who was several sizes younger than him, with an unprecedented seriousness in his eyes. He had never encountered such a powerful person before, even more powerful than the instructors in the Siberian training camp.
Chen Fugui looked at Anthony who got up again and said calmly: "You are indeed stronger than those people, but you are still a weakling."
After saying that, he punched Anthony again.
After testing his opponent's strength, Anthony didn't dare to take the punch this time. He slipped his feet and dodged about a meter to the side, preparing to dodge the punch first and then look for an opportunity to counterattack.