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While everyone was busy buying bets, in the corner of the arena, there were two bull-like men crossing their arms, staring at Duan Yu who was calmly standing on the ring with hostile eyes.

They are the champions of the previous two days, Meng Hu and Xu Hui.

Although neither of them made a sound, the brutal aura emanating from their bodies still distinguished them from the surrounding crowd.

Duan Yu quickly noticed their existence, and vaguely guessed in his heart that they might be his next opponent.

"Do you think this kid is real or fake?" Xu Hui, who was shorter, turned his head slightly and asked Meng Hu.

"Is it true or not?" Meng Hu didn't look back, still looking directly at Duan Yu.

"The ability in him." Xu Hui said, "Why do I feel that he is not afraid at all, and dares to look at us."

Meng Hu snorted coldly: "It doesn't matter if he is real or not, just focus on his weak appearance, and I will overthrow him as soon as I get on stage, and let him crawl out." After finishing speaking, he looked at Xu Hui Glancing at him, he bared his teeth and said with a smile: "Fortunately, you're lucky today, someone took your place, or else you'd be the one to lie down and go out in a while."

"That's right." Xu Hui put on a perfunctory sentence with a half-hearted smile, thinking that if he talks too much, he will stumble.

Xu Hui was not as ostentatious as Meng Hu, he came to this place just to ask for money, there was no need to talk to others, and after a while, it was Meng Hu who came first, so he happened to use him as a pathfinder.

The audience at the scene made their bets one after another, and returned to the original place with their gambling tickets, waiting for the next game.

The thick gold chain returned to the ring from the punters, waved to Meng Hu in the corner, and motioned for him to come on stage.

The eyes of the people in the audience immediately focused on Meng Hu, who was slowly walking over. It seemed that he already had many supporters, and the voices of cheering for him were bursting from the short distance from the audience to the stage. High for a while.

Meng Hu grabbed the rope around the ring with his hands, raised his foot and kicked up the edge of the ring forcefully, and then jumped onto the ring.

Duan Yu was always watching him with calm eyes, while Song Mu in the audience was already swallowing nervously.

After Meng Hu came to the stage, he immediately picked up the boxing gloves hanging from his waist and put them on his hands. At the same time, he took off his shirt and threw it down the stage forcefully. The crowd applauded again.

Faced with this one-sided atmosphere, Meng Hu was of course very complacent, and even arrogantly provoked Duanyu.

He raised his fist and punched his chest hard twice. There was a muffled sound of "bang bang" when the boxing glove collided, and then he gritted his teeth and shrugged his chest toward Duanyu with a grin. Two sets of well-developed muscles.

Ke Duanyu just looked at him like a monkey, but when he saw the two lumps of flesh quivering on his chest, he squeezed his face in discomfort, and only uttered two words through his teeth: "Disgusting."

"Stinky boy! What are you talking about!" Meng Hu glared at him angrily and roared.

"I said the way you shake your breasts is disgusting." Duanyu sneered, and gave him a blank look, "It's not a woman, what are you shaking, it's hard and has no beauty at all."

In fact, Meng Hu's behavior is a very common method of demonstration and provocation, but for some reason, the thick gold chain on the side felt somewhat reasonable after hearing Duanyu's description and sarcasm. , I couldn't help secretly laughing.

Meng Hu didn't expect such a reaction from the thick gold chain. He blushed immediately after feeling humiliated, and hurriedly urged, "Can we start?"

"Oh... that's right, it's fine." The thick gold chain coughed twice, put away his smile, and beckoned to the referees in the audience, signaling him to come on stage and prepare to start the game.

"The rules are very simple. The one who falls down first and fails to stand up for 10 seconds will be considered a loser." With a silver spoon hanging around his neck, the referee stood between Duan Yu and Meng Hu. The other side can no longer attack, understand?"

"Let's start quickly! What are you talking about!" Meng Hu wished he could beat Duanyu to the ground quickly, so as to alleviate the humiliation he had brought to him in terms of words just now.

At this time, the people in the audience also followed Meng Hu and began to boo: "Damn it! What nonsense are you talking about! Let's fight!"

Firstly, these audiences couldn’t wait to cash out their gambling coupons into real renminbi, and secondly, they were full of frenzied anticipation for the violent and bloody hand-to-hand combat scenes to come.

Life is depressing, and there will always be many difficulties. It seems that only such scenes can vent people's depression and dissatisfaction.

Frightened by the urging of Meng Hu and the audience, the referee raised his arm across the air without any delay, blew his whistle, and shouted: "Start!"

"Meng Hu! Come on! Kill him!"

As soon as the game started, the audience cheered for Meng Hu one-sidedly, everyone's face was flushed with excitement and excitement, as if they were standing on the field, and Duanyu had a deep hatred for them .

Meng Hu enjoyed the cheer behind him, with a winner-like smile on his face.He had already put on a stance, pacing and circling Duan Yu on the edge of the ring with ease, his two fists colliding continuously in front of his chest, his eyes were full of disdain and sarcasm.

Duanyu looked at his tricks with cold eyes, and said it was too late and then soon, when Meng Hu was still presumptuously immersed in the pleasure of mocking Duanyu, he punched him hard on the side of the face .

Meng Hu was knocked back a step, and the smile on his face froze instantly because of this, he looked at Duanyu who jumped back to the original place in an instant after punching with a look of astonishment.

Not to mention Meng Hu, even the referee and all the audience below couldn't see Duan Yu's punching action clearly, the audience fell into complete silence, and everyone was dumbfounded.

The referee immediately realized the danger of this contest, and immediately took a few steps back to avoid being hurt by Chi Yu.

"What's wrong? You were stunned with one punch?" Duan Yu didn't look Meng Hu in the eye when he spoke. If it doesn’t fit your hand, you really can’t use what others have used before.”

Meng Hu couldn't figure out where Duan Yu came from, but that punch just now was undoubtedly a proof of his strength.Because of this, Meng Hu didn't dare to take it lightly, he stood in the middle of the ring again, his expression finally became serious.

And Xu Hui who was in the audience was also shocked by Duanyu's punch just now. Judging from his experience, the speed and strength of Duanyu's punch just now and the kung fu of his feet are definitely beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Song Mu looked down at the ticket in his hand, swallowed nervously, sneaked up to the punter, and asked in a low voice, "Can I change my bet now..."

After Meng Hu took a punch, the people in the audience stopped booing, and everyone waited with bated breath for the next duel.

After Duan Yu and Meng Hu looked at each other for a while, the real duel officially began.

Meng Hu is worthy of being the champion, every punch he sends to Duanyu is powerful, and all of them are attacking his vital points, from the temple to the ribs to the throat, Duanyu can even hear the surrounding air being blown by him. The sound of airflow driven by his fist.

Moreover, during Meng Hu's attack, his feet were always beating on the ground so that he could flexibly change his attacking posture or avoid Duanyu's counterattack.

But even so, Duanyu still easily dodged all his attacks, and retaliated against him in the same way, repelling all Meng Hu's attacks in the same way.

Both he and Meng Hu understood that with the opponent's strength, as long as he was punched in an important part, he might fall to the ground.

However, judging from its own situation, the Tigers still have some advantages.Because his muscle mass and body shape are much stronger than Duanyu's, so in comparison, Duanyu is the one who cannot afford to lose.

On this point, Duanyu is also very clear.

The two came and went, and there was a stalemate for a long time, and there was no winner. At this time, the audience in the audience began to be dissatisfied.

"Is there a shady scene! It's been so fucking long! No one has died! Meng Hu! You didn't eat today! Work harder!"

Facing the sarcasm and abuse behind him, Meng Hu also had to deal with the attack of Duanyu, and he was already panicking.

Beads of sweat from his forehead kept dripping into his eyes, blurring his vision, Meng Hu shook his head to let the beads of sweat fall off.

Meng Hu's move was caught by Duanyu, and while he was distracted, Duanyu decisively punched him, aiming at his jaw.

Because of this, Meng Hu's body leaned back and his offensive and defensive posture was full of flaws. Duanyu took advantage of the victory to pursue him, and attacked his abdomen, the back of his waist, the brow bone, and his temples with a set of fierce and fierce combined punches. .

Under Duanyu's attack in one go, Meng Hu had no power to parry, his body was forced to follow Duanyu's attack and swing from side to side without center of gravity, until his steps were completely disordered, and with the final blow on the temple, suddenly With stares in his eyes, he lost his body's balance and fell at Duanyu's feet.

The referee was stunned, he had no idea that winning or losing would come so quickly.

"Referee?" Duan Yu stopped in place and took a breath to stabilize his breathing, then asked calmly, "Shouldn't you count the seconds?"

"Ah... yes..." The referee quickly squatted beside Meng Hu and waved his arms: "1, 2, 3..."

Only then did the audience in the audience realize that the gambling tickets in their hands were about to be turned into a piece of waste paper, and they roared excitedly at Meng Hu: "Get up! Get up quickly! Meng Hu!"

Duanyu sneered at the unrepentant spectators, only then did he notice that Song Mu in the crowd also quietly raised his fist, and seemed to be saying: Meng Hu...Meng Hu... …

"This kid turns his elbows out!" Duan Yu gave Song Mu a hard look, and secretly cursed him as a white-eyed wolf.

"10!" The referee counted seconds and Meng Hu lay motionless on the ground.

The referee excitedly rushed to Duan Yu's side, raised his arm, and shouted: "The winner of this match is Tyson Rabbit! A new champion is born! Tyson Rabbit!"

There was an uproar in the audience, countless betting coupons were ruthlessly thrown onto the ring, drowning out Meng Hu together with the unbearable abuse.

"This skinny guy really underestimates him." The thick gold chain smiled offstage, went back to the small room at the back and took out a few stacks of banknotes, found Song Mu from the crowd, and stuffed the banknotes into his hand : "Take it."

Song Mu, who lost the bet, saw the stacks of banknotes in his hand, immediately smiled, as if the money belonged to him, spit on his fingers, and counted excitedly.

"Little brother, don't rush to count, there will be another one in a while." The thick gold chain patted Song Mu's shoulder with a smile.

Thanks to Duan Yu, they made a lot of money in this game. Almost everyone in the room bought Meng Tigers, and now all those bets went into their pockets.

Taking advantage of the break time before the start of the second round, Duanyu jumped off the stage, walked to Song Mu's side calmly, picked up his ear, and asked fiercely: "Did you give me a call just now?" Meng Hu made a bet!?"

"Ouch...it hurts...let go..." Song Mu screamed and stammered to defend himself: "No...how could I buy Meng Hu to win..."

"Then who were you yelling in the audience just now? Think I'm deaf and blind?" Duan Yu exerted a little more force on his hand, "By the way, where did you get the money to bet?"

"It's in your pocket..." Song Mu said guiltily. In order to please Duanyu, he quickly endured the pain and handed the reward in front of Duanyu, "We made a lot of money, here is [-]... There will be [-] in a while..."

Duanyu looked down at the banknote in Song Mu's hand, then let go of his ears, and slapped him hard on the forehead: "You can memorize it longer!"

"Yeah... I got it... I will definitely buy you to win the next round!" Song Mu rubbed his ears, and patted his chest to reassure him.

"It's more or less the same." Duanyu smiled, looked at the disappointed gamblers around him who were holding back their energy and waiting for a new start, and whispered to Song Mu: "Put the money in, there are many people here. , don't reveal your money."