The Hearthstone system of a certain American comic

The venue was crowded with spectators sitting in the auditorium. The number of boxing fans here far exceeded Eric's expectations.

"Look, this is the only underground black boxing, and it really attracts a lot of visitors." Eric said.

"So what do we do now?" Kuknos asked.

"There's no need to alarm the audience. Let's go directly to the person in charge here." Eric pointed to the host desk, "Did you see the host over there?"

"Target him?" Kuknos asked.

"No, he's still hosting. Without the host, we're done." Eric said, "Let's go to the room behind the host. The manager, the person in charge, probably lives there."

"Ok."

After the two of them finished speaking, they slowly sneaked towards the host platform in the chaos. This was the advantage of the two of them. They were far more concealed than a group of people and were less likely to alert others.

In the ring, at this moment, it is the last match between Team Hungry Wolves and Team Harlan. The two members of Team Hungry Wolves have been defeated. It is the turn of the last person to appear. He will challenge the three players of Team Harlan one by one.

"Terry Berg! A legend in Southtown, USA, his fists are as hard as steel! He is the strongest member of the Wolf Team! His nickname is Wolf!" Host Brown shouted into the microphone, " Can he turn the tide? You know, there is currently only one person in the Harlan team!"

Terry Berg, a man known as the hungry wolf, stroked the red peaked cap on his head, and then slowly stepped onto the circular ring.

"Hey, are you a hungry wolf? I've heard your name. I've been to South Town and you are the strongest boxer."

Standing in front of the hungry wolf was a skinny young man, but it was this young man who defeated the first two players of the hungry wolf team.

"It's just a rumor." Terry said calmly.

"Really? It's a pity that I was busy at the time and couldn't meet you." The thin man said.

"How did your tiny arms explode with such powerful power?" Terry asked calmly, his voice without any ripples, as if he was just asking casually. Even if the thin man refused to answer, he didn't mind. .

Terry knew the strength of the two teammates who played before him. He knew that they were also very capable. As his teammate Terry Berg, they were by no means weaklings.

But this also shows that the thin man is indeed very strong, much stronger than his appearance.

"Want to know? Hehe." Chai Slender Man said with a smile, "Because every time I punch, I punch with the mentality of killing my opponent. I call this kind of punch the fist with killing intent. This kind of punch can hit far." The power of the superego body can cause the person who is struck to completely collapse.”

Terry nodded, held up his peaked cap, and asked quietly: "Who is your master?"

"I didn't expect you to ask this question. Don't you believe I learned it by myself?" the thin man asked.

"You are very young and a self-taught person. Even if you are talented, you will not be able to understand the new style in a short time. I know one person who can understand the killing fist you mentioned." Terry said.

"Oh?"

"Long." Terry said.

"Hahaha, you really know, yes, that is my master." The thin man said.

"Are you stronger than your master?" Terry asked in a deep voice.

"What do you mean by asking that? Master, he has retired from the fighting world for many years. He has reached the highest level pursued by a warrior. Of course, my words are not as good as his." The thin man said.

"Admit defeat." Terry said seriously.

"Huh? What do you mean?" The thin man asked through gritted teeth.

"In that case, there is no way you can beat me." Terry said, "I don't like violence and I don't want to punch you."

"You mean you are better than my master? You are pretending. If you are better than my master, how can your fame stop at the small South Town? You are just a little bully in South Town, and you can compete with others in the past century. A fighting master? My master is already invincible in the fighting world! Who do you think you are!" the thin man said sternly.

Terry held on to his cap. It seemed that his cap was loose and he always needed to hold it up with his hands.

"Then let's try it."

In fact, the audience is impatient