From Fist Wisdom Blade To Muscle Daming King

"really do not know?"

This time it was Fan Haiwang's turn to regret it, but it was hard to take back what he had said, and

And the opponent can knock him down at will with one hand, so what's the point of participating?

Are you going to be killed if you go up and perform a move?

hiss.

It feels embarrassing just thinking about it.

"Then let me tell you, it's not a secret."

Fan Haiwang walked to the closet, took out a towel from it, wiped the blood on the back of his head, and then sat down opposite Leng Kong.

“It’s a great honor!”

I thought I might have to use force to find out the situation, but I didn't expect King Fan Hai to be so cooperative. Leng Kong's tone suddenly became much more harmonious.

It seems that "fist" is the truth no matter which world it is in!

"The Centenary Arena, as you can tell from the name, is a top-notch grand arena that is held only once every hundred years."

Fan Haiwang: "This is also the biggest event in the Chinese martial arts world, and the top masters at home and abroad will participate."

“It’s only held once every hundred years?”

Leng Kong said that he was shocked by this time, because life only lasts a hundred years!

Well, no, most people don't live a hundred years.

Then I heard that top players from home and abroad would participate, and the light in my eyes lit up again.

His expectations are back! Ha ha

"That's right!"

King Fan Hai nodded, "Originally, I wanted to fight the heroes above, but after meeting you, I realized that I was the frog in the well."

"Let's not talk about it for now. In this competition, other sea kings will participate, right?"

Leng Kong didn't think there was anything to show off if he dropped a trash fish in seconds. What he cared about was that in this way, he wouldn't have to look for them one by one.

Seconds!

It can be harvested as wildly as in the Fist Wish Jueshui Tournament.

A once-in-a-century arena is always bigger than a fatal match, right?

Now I can't collect dozens of physical characteristics?

Maybe there's a physique comparable to Yujiro's inside!

Perfect!

"Yujiro, wait for me!"

"I'm going to make you kneel down and sing Conquer!"

"Ha ha."

Comparing his harvest results in the Death Race, the cold air expanded again.

“Definitely going!”

Although he didn't know why Leng Kong suddenly went crazy, Fan Haiwang still explained according to his own thinking, "No warrior can refuse this once-in-a-hundred-year event."

"That's enough."

The corners of Leng Kong's lips raised: "How long will it take for the competition to start?"

"It's just a matter of the past few days."

Fan Haiwang touched the aching back of his head, and his palms were suddenly stained red again, and uh, they were still leaking blood.

"Then please take care of me when the game starts."

Leng Kong made a decent bow and prepared to rely on King Fan Hai.

He has no idea about money, but he is quite experienced in eating and living.

In the boxing world, first he hugged Jie Xiong's thigh tightly, and after Jie Xiong couldn't afford to buy clothes, he hugged Soryuin's thigh again.

When he came to this world, Leng Kong didn't mind the poor conditions on Devil's Island. He stayed there for three years.

In Leng Kong’s heart, it’s okay to have no money, but it’s definitely not okay if no one is responsible for food and accommodation!

Otherwise, how can he practice if he still has to worry about food and housing?

"No problem, we are all in the same camp. The Heavenly One is staying here with me these days. If you need anything, just tell the front desk. I will call them in the next branch."

Fan Haiwang obviously didn't know Leng Kong's appetite, so he agreed readily.

"Of course, if you can stand to the end in the big ring, as the introducer, I, the King of Boxing, will also be very proud!"

"No amount of money can buy this kind of advertising effect."

"Thank you very much!"

Leng Kong was not polite, because that's what he thought. Otherwise, if all the money was thrown away, where would he live?

"That's okay. Can I go down and treat the wound first?"

Fan Haiwang touched the back of his head where blood was still leaking and said that he had to stop the bleeding first, otherwise his brain would be damaged if it continued to flow.

"Well, you're busy, so don't worry about me."

Leng Kong smiled and said: "As long as I can eat and drink enough, I will be very satisfied."

"Then it's up to you."

Fan Haiwang felt that the blood was flowing more and more, and it was seeping from the back of his neck to his back. He didn't bother to chat with Leng Kong, covered the back of his head with a towel and rushed into the elevator.

"Done!"

Leng Kong snapped his fingers and leveled the recliner again. Regardless of the squeaking support, he lay softly on it and closed his eyes to meditate.

After bandaging the wound in the infirmary, Fan Haiwang ordered his disciples to try their best to meet Leng Kong's request, and then walked out of the gym to go to his younger brother Li Haiwang to take away the depression of being killed instantly.

After driving in the car, he finally stopped in front of a building with a tower structure. Fan Haiwang went upstairs with ease.

Then I saw my brother Lehi, King Lehi, playing with drugs again.

My hands were soaked in the highly toxic solution, and they were red and swollen, as if they were fermented dough.

"It seems like you are well prepared?"

King Fan Hai, Damao Jindao, sat astride a chair in the room, looking at his younger brother who was even more mature than him.

King Li Hai's expression did not waver at all. After estimating that the soaking time was up, he took out his hands, wiped the remaining venom on them with a towel, and walked to his brother Fan Haiwang.

"Brother, you should know very well what the Centennial Arena means to warriors and to me!"

"So, even if it's you on the stage, I will never hold back!"

"Me? Haha"

King Fan Hai smiled when he saw his younger brother acting like he was facing a formidable enemy.

He smiled easily because he realized the huge gap between himself and Leng Kong.

He decisively chose to give up.

Now the pressure of the century-old arena, the nervousness of facing the heroes, and the yearning for the Neptune Emperor are gone.

Don't take it too easy.

My mind seemed to be cleansed from the inside out.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Or do you think you will defeat me?"

King Lehi was about to lose his temper.

He said it very seriously, okay?

What's so funny about this?

"Relax, I'm not participating!"

Touching the plaster on the back of his head, Fan Haiwang looked satisfied.

"You won't participate?"

King Li Hai frowned, and then said in disbelief: "This is a grand arena held once in a hundred years, and you don't want to participate?"

"That's right!"

Fan Haiwang has a natural expression,

"Because now I realize that I am too weak. Too weak. I am not qualified to step into that arena, nor do I have the strength to compete for the final title of Poseidon!"

Yes, his current feeling is similar to that of Guo Haihuang being raped by an unknown old man a hundred years ago.

Realize your own shortcomings very clearly.

Being crushed by Leng Kong's move without any suspense, Fan Haiwang was ready to start practicing from the basics again and regain his original warrior's heart.

I don’t even want the title of Neptune, let alone Neptune?

"You fell!"

Seeing that Fan Haiwang didn't even dare to go to the big stage, Li Haiwang thought that he had lost his "strongest" heart.

"Then just watch, I will become a new generation of Poseidon!"

"A new generation of Poseidon?"

Seeing his younger brother's confident expression, Fan Haiwang couldn't help but turn up the corners of his mouth, "Stop daydreaming. Even though I won't participate, you definitely have no hope of getting the title of King of the Sea."

Sure enough, it's really fun to tease my brother occasionally!

Ha ha