From Fist Wisdom Blade To Muscle Daming King

Boxing King Road Building,

"Hmm. Domestic food tastes good."

Leng Kong picked up a delicacy of unknown creature and stuffed it into his mouth, his face full of satisfaction.

To be honest, in just two days, he ate as much unknown creatures as the previous two worlds combined. The key is that they are still very filling.

"I said, is it really okay for you to eat like this?"

Witnessing Leng Kong vomiting food equal to his own volume into his stomach, Fan Haiwang felt panicked just watching.

What is the structure of this person's stomach?

Not enough?

Or is he not a human being?

"What can happen?"

After clearing away the hard dishes, Leng Kong brought out a large basket of after-dinner snacks (BBQ) and drank them slowly with cold beer.

"I'm still a wounded person. How can I recover if I don't eat more?"

"Okay, you're the casualty!"

King Fan Hai was speechless.

Leng Kong was injured and could kill him instantly with just one move. What could he say?

"Take your delicious food, it's time for us to set off."

Leng Kong drank all the beer in one gulp and held the big frame with one hand. "The century-old arena has finally begun? I can leave at any time."

"Um"

Fan Haiwang nodded and took out another suitcase: "Here, this is the suitcase you left at the front desk. The money is still in it."

"What are you doing for me?"

Leng Kong didn't want to carry a box around with him.

"If I take your money, won't I make my martial arts colleagues laugh?"

Fan Haiwang pushed the suitcase closer.

"It's too much trouble to carry this thing in your hand."

Leng Kong didn't even look at the suitcase, and asked for a big skewer of barbecue, "If you feel bad about it, just give me a card."

"also."

King Fan Hai didn't care about this small amount of money. He casually took out a bank card without a password from his wallet and stuffed it into Leng Kong's hand. Then the two of them took the elevator directly to the underground parking lot.

After driving to the airport and transferring to a private plane, the two of them quickly arrived at the venue where the arena was held.

"Okay, the names have been reported, and we're just waiting for the competition to start tomorrow!"

Not long after King Fan Hai left, he came back and told Leng Kong that it was done.

"So fast?"

Leng Kong also wanted to see who the contestants were, but it turned out that the process of the grand arena, which was held only once in a century, was actually so simple.

"Um,"

King Fan Hai nodded:

"Before the arena begins, each martial arts province has determined their strongest Sea King. I just went over and changed my name to yours."

"Then take a good rest and prepare for tomorrow's game."

"I can't wait to see my brother's expression on your face, haha."

Fan Haiwang smiled quite unscrupulously.

"The strongest sea king?"

"I'm looking forward to it too!"

Leng Kong's eyes narrowed slightly, and his fighting spirit surged. He only held a big arena after a hundred years, so he shouldn't be disappointed, right?

"Ha ha."

That night, Leng Kong chose to use the Fighting Soul Awakening Pose pose instead of sleeping until dawn.

Because he wants to adjust himself to the best condition and then face the essence of four thousand years of Chinese martial arts.

"Ahhh."

"Huhu."

The next day at the big arena, before the contestants showed up, the crowd was already cheering one after another.

However, the fiery atmosphere on the field did not bring out the feeling of warmth, coldness, and coolness at all.

He felt that he had adjusted his condition for nothing last night.

because

Because he stood in the entrance passage and looked at all the sea kings in front of him, but he didn't find a single physical characteristic.

What's going on in this world?

Is there a BUG?

In the century-old arena of a great country, he couldn't see a single physical characteristic?

Where has the demographic dividend gone?

While Leng Kong was thinking wildly, the host's voice boomed,

"A hundred years later, we meet again!"

"The twelve houses representing the positions of celestial bodies."

"The year is divided into twelve months!"

"The twelve palaces of heaven, earth, sun, moon and guardian gods of all directions!"

"Under the Buddha's throne are the Twelve Vajras!"

"The twelve disciples of Jesus."

"Today, twelve warriors are here at the same time."

"Let us welcome them into the

Liu Haiwang, HLJ Province, Bailin Temple!

Liehaiwang is also from Bailin Temple in HLJ Province.

Sun Haiwang, JL Province, Jie Quan Do.

Yang Haiwang, SD Province, Vajra Fist.

Chen Haiwang, FJ Province, Sanhe Quan.

Except Neptune, JS Province, Dragon King Fist.

Mao Haiwang, from HB province, received Rou Quan.

Samwang Haiwang, Thai Muay Thai.

The King of Jing Hai, Ri Ben, has the air of empty fist.

King Le Hai, GD province, medicine hard boxing.

Leng Kong, recommended by Fan Haiwang, Jeet Kune Do.

Oliba, a free country, does not lock up men. "

When the host read the last name "Jeet Kune Do Leng Kong", several eyes immediately stared at the entrance.

When Leng Kong walked out of the passage, those watching stood up at the same time.

"Why did he come?"

Liehai King, who had shaved his head again, turned his head and instantly clenched his hands into fists. This was the man who broke several of his ribs and disabled his whip skills.

"Is he the brother he killed instantly?"

King Li Hai also turned around, his eyes fixed on Leng Kong.

"It's him?"

Possessed by the poison, Saba, who had become thin to the bone, clenched his fists immediately when he saw Leng Kong. He could not forget the scene of him being beaten crazily by the other party.

"Jiejie is interesting."

"It's really interesting, haha"

The most excited person was Yujiro. After seeing Leng Kong, his face instantly distorted, his eyes shot out scarlet blood, and the devil's back muscles were ready to move.

As for Oliba, who appeared after Leng Kong, he said that he had been shocked in the passage.

"Can everyone accept the convention of only twelve players?"

The host's voice continued,

"Don't worry, there are still contestants behind."

"The first one, after a hundred years, the former overlord of the big arena competes again, the Neptune among Neptunes, the real person, Guo Haihuang, who is 146 years old!"

As the voice fell, a skinny, gray-haired little old man wearing sunglasses entered the venue in a wheelchair.

"Playing for real?"

Leng Kong's eyebrows twitched and he clicked to start the old man's attributes panel.

Guo Haihuang is the master of the four thousand Chinese martial arts.

Martial arts: Chinese martial arts.

Mystery 1: Boxing Theory!

Boxing theory is the ultimate martial arts secret that transcends the pinnacle of skills.

Mystery 2: The ultimate elimination of attack power.

The ultimate neutralizing force is the ultimate neutralizing force that does not bear any force, and the attacking force that converts all the kinetic energy of the body into attack.

Boxing theory?

The ultimate secret of martial arts?

Is this turning into a fantasy style?

After reading the old man's attributes panel, Leng Kong's eyes lit up.

This 146-year-old man is definitely a monster-level existence.

"Then there are three contestants temporarily determined by the Ministry of Martial Arts."

The host's voice sounded again,

"They are from the Free Country, Muhammad Ali II, and Yujiro Fanma and Fanma Benga who came here from Japan!"

"The above are the sixteen contestants for this grand arena!"

"A brutal knockout match once in a century!"

"The ultimate fight once in a century!"

"Now officially open!"