John took the microphone, came behind Tang Ming and shouted loudly: "Gentlemen and ladies, this is the boxer who wants to participate in the boxing championship."
"His name is Tang Xuantian and he comes from China!"
"Of course, I have told him all the rules, because he is now a junior boxer. If he wants to participate in the championship, he must be promoted to a gold medal boxer, which means..." John paused for a moment, and then yelled hysterically: "He
We must win a hundred boxing matches tonight!"
"You heard it right, only by winning 100 games tonight will he be able to compete in the competition tomorrow night!"
Passionate voices echoed in the boxing ring.
According to past situations, the entire audience must have been excited at this time, but not this time. Everyone looked at him with suspicion, and some people's eyes were full of disdain.
"John, are you playing tricks on us?"
A Western man with a big belly said dissatisfiedly: "We are all respectable people. Don't try to deceive us with secret and inferior propaganda methods from outside."
Another middle-aged man in a tuxedo echoed: "That's right, we paid money to come here. We want to see bloody and real arenas, not exhibition games like UFC and WWE."
UFC and WWE are the largest wrestling and ultimate fighting competitions in the United States.
These two events are popular all over the world, but in the eyes of insiders, they are just a joke, and all the fights are scripted fake matches.
Maybe the boxers have real qualities, but the organizers don't allow them to fight at all.
For laymen, just watching the excitement is enough, but those who are really rich and want to seek excitement will come to the underground black boxing and experience the bloody and violent fighting.
"John, we pay a lot of membership fees every year. Is this how you deceive us?"
A middle-aged man with an extraordinary bearing, his face was full of displeasure.
More and more people are expressing dissatisfaction.
Obviously, no one believed John's words.
"Gentlemen and ladies, do you know whose territory this clubhouse belongs to?"
"It's from the Elizabeth family."
"Excuse me, do I have the guts to hold a fake match on Elizabeth's territory?
Even if I dare, do those boxers dare?"
John scanned the audience and continued with a smile on his face: "Besides, this boxing championship match is organized by Elizabeth. Who dares to pull any tricks here?"
Finished talking.
The whole place fell silent.
After a long time, the middle-aged man frowned and asked, "John, are you really not planning this?"
"My dear, distinguished Mr. Gibler, if I had the power to control a hundred boxers, do you think I would still stand here as the host?"
"If I had that kind of strength, I would have been drinking whiskey, hugging a Viennese supermodel, and going out on a yacht to enjoy myself. How could I still be here?"
John joked in a funny tone, which made the whole crowd laugh.
When he said this, everyone present also reacted.
Indeed, this is Elizabeth's territory. No one dares to hold extra races here, and John doesn't have the ability.
"John, if you didn't plan it, is the boxing match true?"
The middle-aged man looked at Tang Ming for a few times and sneered: "Look at this Chinese boy, he probably doesn't even have all his hair. How dare he stand up there?"
"Hehe, Mr. Gibler, don't be anxious. If you don't believe it, how about we make a bet?"
John rolled his eyes: "In this case, I will make a bet that this Mr. Tang Xuantian from China can win five consecutive ring matches!"
"Okay, let's bet!"
Gibral waved his hand: "I bet five thousand dollars that this kid can't win a game."
"I'll bet too, I'll bet four thousand dollars."
"This Chinese kid is too thin. I think I can hit him. I'll bet two thousand dollars on him."
"I bet eight hundred dollars..." The crowd was excited, and the odds came out soon, a terrifying ratio of 1:25! It means that the number of people who lost by betting on Tang Ming was twenty-five times that of the people who won by betting on him! In other words,
If a person bets $1 on Tang Ming to win, and Tang Ming wins, the person will instantly receive $25! "Start now!"
"I can't wait!"
"Haha, I'm used to seeing bloody fights, and it's very satisfying to see this Chinese boy being tortured."
"How many rounds do you think he can last?
I guess five rounds!”
"Tch, with his small body, I probably won't be able to last for one round..." People in the audience were talking about it.
During the arena competition, Tang Ming looked as usual, but turned to look at John and said calmly: "Let's get started."
"Okay, Mr. Tang, please work harder. You will win five games anyway."
John was already smiling inside.
The five bodyguards he tested Tang Ming with before were actually underground boxers. Tang Ming could easily defeat the five bodyguards and should be able to win the ring match.
Twenty-five times the odds! When he thought that his $10,000 bet would immediately turn into $250,000, his eyes turned green when he looked at Tang Ming.
"Mr. Tang, please work hard!"
John quietly encouraged Tang Ming.
Then he picked up the microphone again: "The first boxing match, between Tang Xuantian and Buddy!"
Along with the sound, a tall man with a stature of at least two meters away and a sturdy back walked onto the ring. This man was slightly drunk, making him look extremely ferocious.
"Boy, you are really unlucky. I just drank some wine and may not be able to hold back. If I blow your head off, don't blame me."
Buddy laughed ferociously.
The audience in the audience also breathed a sigh of relief after seeing Buddy on the stage.
Although Buddy is also a junior boxer, he is a strong one among junior boxers. He prepared to attack the yellow card boxer several times. Although he failed, it also shows that he has strength.
In particular, this person likes to drink alcohol, and his fights become even more ferocious after drinking.
"start!"
John blew his whistle to announce the official start of the arena competition.
"Boy, enjoy your time now. I will make you feel what torture is when I take action!"
Buddy looked at the 'little one' in front of him with a grim smile, his face full of disdain.
Tang Ming didn't speak, but looked at the other person calmly, as if he were looking at an idiot.
"Fuck!"
"Who allowed you to look at me like this?"
Buddy's face was full of anger, and he rushed forward with an iron fist as big as a casserole. His nearly two-meter-large body was like a black bear charging at him, fierce and ferocious.
"Buddy! Hit him!"
"Beat him to death, beat him to death and we'll treat you to a drink!"
"Hit him in the head!"
People in the audience were shouting.
A sinister smile appeared on Buddy's lips, and he punched Tang Ming directly in the head.
Tang Ming still stood motionless, as if he had been frightened and didn't know how to hide. John next to him looked at him anxiously several times.
Seeing that Buddy's iron fist was about to fall.
"Wha—" Tang Ming's shoulders shook suddenly, and he punched and retracted as fast as lightning.
"puff!"
Buddy was more than two meters tall, with a huge body weighing almost three to four hundred pounds. Like a ball, he was smashed for more than ten meters, flew across the ring, and fell hard into the audience.