Very few people can win by betting on Oni Samurai.
Everyone is almost all betting on the Magic Mountain, believing that the Magic Mountain can kill the Oni Samurai instantly.
The DJ at the scene broadcast the betting situation three times in a row.
He also encouraged everyone to bet more on Ghost Warriors.
But very few people took action on the spot.
"Haha, whoever bets on the Ghost Warrior is a fool."
"That's right, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Magic Mountain must win."
"The odds are too low now. If Magic Mountain wins, I can only win a few hundred yuan..."
Several people tried to bet on the ghost warrior.
He was also laughed at by those who came with him.
"That guy has grown up to be so virtuous, do you think he will win?"
"Are you kidding? It's just throwing money away. You might as well just give it to me."
There are different opinions, and there are all kinds of things.
Looking at Wu Yong, several people were also ready to make a move.
"My dear, let's try placing bets too." Lan Xiaoyue said coquettishly, holding Zhou Peng's arm.
"Okay, let's bet on the ghost warrior." Zhou Peng said without hesitation.
Wu Yong had just stood up for him, and 100 million was placed on the ghost warrior. Zhou Peng was not willing to lag behind.
However, when Lan Xiaoyue heard this, she pouted dissatisfiedly and said, "Why bet on the Ghost Warrior? The Magic Mountain obviously has a greater chance of winning!"
Zhou Pengdao: "Wu Yong is betting on the ghost warrior. He dares to bet 100 million, so he must be very confident. You must bet with him!"
Lan Xiaoyue didn't believe it. She said, "Look at the way the ghost warrior looks like. Only if he can win can he become a ghost."
Zhou Peng said resolutely: "No matter what, I stand on a united front with Wu Yong. I bet one million ghost warriors to win, and that's it."
At Zhou Peng's insistence, the two bet one million on whether the Ghost Warrior would win.
Over there, Chu Qing'er and Yu Jianlei couldn't help but want to place bets.
But they are much more cautious.
Before placing my bet, I asked Wu Yong.
"Senior Wu, are you sure the Ghost Warrior can win?"
Wu Yong's lips curled up, and he only said two words - "We must win!"
Chu Qing'er and Yu Jianlei had absolute trust in Wu Yong.
So the two of them bet one million without hesitation, betting that the Ghost Samurai would win.
Betting ends soon.
The boxer came on the stage again, under the referee's signal.
Ding ding ding.
The courtside clock struck three times.
The bloody and violent underground boxing match officially begins.
"Roar!"
Mo Shan roared loudly and stepped forward to the center of the ring.
It is large and heavy, like a moving hill.
It also has its own sound effects when walking.
Boom, boom, boom, the whole arena seemed to be trembling.
"Quack, quack, if you run into me, you will be unlucky for eight lifetimes! Just die!"
call.
As soon as they met, Mo Shan hit the ghost warrior on the head with his fist as big as a sandbag.
The terrifying power produced absolutely terrifying speed.
More than ten meters away, you can hear the sound of fists and air being violently rubbed against each other.
"What a terrifying speed!"
"Oh my god, this punch will definitely blow my head off!"
"It's scary. The Magic Mountain is really scary!"
The audience at the scene all shouted in shock and stared at Magic Mountain's fist in stunned silence.
The young man who bet with Wu Yong had a proud smile on his face.
He said calmly: "Mo Shan is two meters tall and weighs four hundred pounds. He has been practicing kung fu since he was a child. He grew up in an environment where he was constantly fighting with lions and tigers. Not to mention the person in front of him, even an adult tiger would have to fight.
He punched him to death. What kind of ghost warrior is this? He will become a dead ghost soon."
Swish.
Zhou Peng's face instantly turned pale.
He screamed in his heart, this magic mountain was too scary.
Fighting with lions and tigers since childhood is simply a non-human perversion.
"It's over, it's over. Not only do I have to do it, but Wu Yong also has to do it. That's 100 million. If he loses, what can Wu Yong give him in return?" Zhou Peng thought anxiously.
Lan Xiaoyue could no longer bear the attack.
She pinched Zhou Peng hard and complained: "I just told you that I want to buy the magic mountain to win, but if you don't listen, you will buy some ghost warrior! This must be terrible, I see if this punch goes on, the ghost warrior will
If you really become a dead ghost, your one million will be wasted!"
Chu Qing'er, like Jian Lei, also had an expression of disbelief.
They all saw that the Magic Mountain was extraordinary.
But I didn't expect the Magic Mountain to be so terrifying.
With their current skills and putting themselves in their shoes, they might not be able to withstand the magic mountain's punch.
An idea couldn't help but arise in everyone's mind.
Is Wu Yong going to lose?
Thinking of this, they turned their attention to Wu Yong, but found that Wu Yong was smiling.
"As expected, the Demon Mountain will be defeated within three moves."
Wu Yong said something coldly.
What?
Within three moves, the Demon Mountain will be defeated?
After everyone heard this, they all had question marks on their faces.
How can this be!
The Ghost Warrior doesn't seem to have any advantage at all!
Moreover, Mingqian was about to be punched by the Demon Mountain, and it was already too late to even dodge!
"Haha, then I'll wait and see." The young man also heard it, smiled disdainfully, and sneered at Wu Yong's words.
But not even half a second has passed.
His expression suddenly froze.
Just as Mo Shan's inevitable punch was about to hit the ghost warrior's face, the ghost warrior suddenly jumped up.
With this jump, he jumped up to five or six meters high.
Easily dodged the magic mountain's fist.
Wow.
There was an uproar at the scene.
The crowd was like a frying pan, and everyone was stunned.
"He...why did he jump so high!"
"I'm almost jumping to the ceiling. Isn't there a spring under my feet?"
"I know! This is Qinggong! Qinggong!"
Everything was said at the scene, but in short, everyone was shocked by the scene in front of them.
I was already heartbroken.
Zhou Peng, who felt that he was destined to lose, saw this scene and shouted excitedly.
"Awesome! Awesome!"
"I just said that Wu Yong's vision is definitely not wrong!"
"Come on, Ghost Warrior! Kill the Magic Mountain!"
The young man's face didn't look good.
He gritted his teeth and said: "Just jump to a high point. There's nothing special about it. You can't jump out of the ring anyway. As long as you don't get out of the ring, there will be no end to winning or losing. If you have the ability, keep dancing. Don't be fooled by the magic mountain."
Caught. Once he is caught by the Magic Mountain, I guarantee he will be torn in two!"
Wu Yong said calmly: "Soon, you will get your wish. He won't keep jumping, because he will take action right away and defeat the magic mountain."
cut.
Are you kidding me?
Magic Mountain will be defeated!
The young man absolutely does not believe it. He is confident that as long as the ghost warrior dares to overestimate his own capabilities and compete head-on with the Demon Mountain.
Magic Mountain will definitely be able to take care of him in minutes.
He thought so until the ghost warrior jumped from the sky.
But a second later.
His mouth grew into an O shape, like a statue, petrified in place. (To be continued)