Dead silence. All the cheering audience seemed to be choked and could not make a sound. In the box, the smile on Zhang Yuan''s face solidified. Chu madman put the glass tilted to his mouth, but forgot to open his mouth, and the red wine flowed down his neck. Bai Shuangxi and Li Huanhuan as if petrochemical, lost the ability to think. And Liu Ruyu, small mouth is also micro Zhang, murmured. "How is that possible? Yeah, how is that possible? More and more people woke up and turned around, and there was a huge noise. It was a debate, a frantic roar, a cry of disbelief... And Zhang Heng in the iron cage, but understated to the door. The Thai boxing champion, known as the butcher Shu Chu, was killed in one move! "Open the door." Zhang Hengdan said. The referee, who had not gone far, shivered and returned to open the iron door. This seemingly immature, very weak young man, in his eyes like a fierce beast, after opening the door, he immediately fled. ''Who is he? "Oh my God, the Thai champion got killed in one move, that''s big news!" "It''s so hot, so unexpected, it''s a big upset!" Some people regret to slap their own face, 3,000 times the odds ah, if they bet, what is the return? "I knew the boss wouldn''t let me down.


    " Bai Shuangxi excitedly clenched his fist: "I bet ten thousand dollars, three thousand times the odds, how much is that?" He thought about it, and the number made him confused. "I bet a hundred thousand..." Willow like jade dizzy. She was just an act of anger, but for her in return for unimaginable returns. The figure seemed illusory to her, even when she thought about it. So easy to get rich? This is the charm of gambling, sometimes the bet is right, the money is very easy. However, Liu Ruyu did not have too much to think about the problem of money, she looked at the plain Zhang Heng, a question poured out of her mind. How much is this guy hiding? Women are like cats, curiosity is very heavy, whenever a woman is curious about a man, in fact, this is a danger signal. Liu Ruyu naturally did not find this, she just simply want to dig out all the secrets of Zhang Heng. "This is the Thai champion? I''m afraid I''m not a good specimen!" Zhang Yuan also reflected over, anger let his face are distorted. He had thought that Zhang Heng would surely die, but what was the result? The highly anticipated Thai boxing champion was killed! It was almost like a slap in the face, and his face was burning, and his heart was going mad with frustration. "The Thai champion is definitely not a good specimen, the point is... Your information is wrong..." Chu madman looked at him coldly: "You tell me that you this second brother is a waste?" What kind of loser would kill a Thai boxing champion in one move? Zhang Yuan a leng, but scared sweat, quickly get up. "How dare I lie to you? He used to be a real loser, and the whole Jinghai City knows it." "I don''t know why he became so powerful!" Smell speech, Chu madman will drink heavily pressed on the table, eyes showing gloomy color. "Then this shows that he is not only not a waste, but a genius who has been hiding himself all these years. He is a dragon!" A dragon?


    Zhang Yuan a blank face, for the second brother who grew up together, he suddenly felt very strange. "Don''t panic, even if he tolerates, what can he do?" I will let him know today that in front of the Chu family, it is people who want to kneel for me, and it is dragons who want to be honest!" Chu madman coldly said. Zhang Heng walked down, for him, but to complete a trivial thing. He sat down in his place and closed his eyes. Next, there are games for other groups. He did not even look until footsteps sounded in his ears, and he suddenly opened his eyes, saw someone, and half smiled. "Are you next?" Zhong Haoyuan swallowed some water and sat down wobbly. "Well, there may have been a misunderstanding." He was very embarrassed, thought Zhang Heng is a weak chicken, who would have thought, he actually hid so deep. Think of the Thai boxing champion who was kicked to death, Zhong Haoyuan was cold, he bowed his head and trilled. "Can you give me a way out?" At this moment, he has no pride. That''s what you get for absolute power. Zhang Heng had no deep hatred with him, so he nodded. Just a little sarcasm, not enough to make him want to kill. Zhong Haoyuan breathed a sigh of relief and went to see Zhang Heng again, and did not know whether it was because the Angle was different now. He suddenly felt that this man was open-minded, detached, and had a master''s style. In the next game, there is no need to mention more, Zhong Haoyuan casually made two strokes and announced his surrender. However, many viewers who wanted to see Zhang Heng continue his power were disappointed and booed. "It''s fucking useless!" The box of Zhang Yuan hate teeth itch. "You rest assured, the next opponent, is the North Ghost.This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.


    " Chu madman sneered. "Northern Ghost?" Zhang Yuan was startled, then ecstatic. "Even he''s invited!" At the moment, on the LCD screen of the venue, the three words of the North Ghost were also played. At the sight of these three words, a deafening uproar broke out. Some of the women, in particular, just took off their coats and waved them around like crazy. "Who is this Northern Ghost?" Zhang Heng asked. "Modern descendants of the Northern school of Boxing." Zhong Haoyuan, who was preparing to go to the end, wiped the sweat and said: "This person is young, but the name is very loud, 15 years old dark strength, 18 years old to Hua Jin, and 25 years old to become Wuzong, is the youngest Wuzong recorded in China!" "He fought one hundred eighty-seven times in his life, and never lost." "The most recent encounter was with his master Chen Xiaotang, and it is said that North Ghost Chen defeated him with only three moves." "Since then, he has never been out, but his name has spread all over Kyushu, this time, it is his first fight back, so many people have expectations!" Wen Yan, Zhang Heng nodded. Zhong Haoyuan took two steps back, thought about it, and said. "You have to be careful. He''s not easy." And then he got off the court. Shortly after Zhong Haoyuan left, a man came gradually. The moment he appeared, the audience burst louder and louder. "Is this the genius?" Zhang Heng squinted. North Ghost Chen is now 28 years old, but it is difficult to tell his age from his looks. The skin is delicate, like a teenager, walking calmly, but full of old age, sharp eyes, and full of young blood, these characteristics of different ages are mixed together, but natural, so that he has a special charm. "No wonder martial arts has progressed so fast. This man is qualified to practice." Zhang Heng murmured in his heart. If you want to practice, you need spiritual roots. If the martial arts talent is one in a million, then Lingen, is not necessarily one in a million people. North Ghost Chen has the qualification of practice, if it is called by people, it can become a practitioner. Perhaps feel Zhang Heng''s gaze, North ghost Chen behind his hands, a light glance at him.


    "I refined it for three years and never sold." "In three years, the mind is like calm water, the body is in harmony with the mind, the mind is in harmony with the form, and the form is in harmony with the spirit." "In my first fight back, I have another opponent and I don''t want to waste it on you." It was clear that he had come with a strong purpose. And Zhang Heng, obviously he despised, he said casually. "So, when you come to power, you cut off your own arm, I won''t kill you." He sat down and closed his eyes. Such a gesture, let Zhang Heng feel familiar. Isn''t that just like him? North ghost Chen and Zhang Heng, arrogant, contemptuous. In him, Zhang Heng saw his own shadow. Next, it''s still a contest for others. Zhang Heng did not know how the competition system was arranged, and he did not pay much attention to other people''s fights, only hearing scattered cheers such as the Russian Emperor, the Cannes boxing King, and the African cheetah... All the world''s most famous boxing champions, all gathered here today. Unfortunately, in Zhang Heng''s eyes, they are weak and pitiful. At that moment, a name was printed on the subtitles. Walking to the stage is a middle-aged man, half black hair, half white hair, he wore a purple Tang suit, carrying his hands behind his back, walking in the courtyard. The moment this man appeared, Zhang Heng opened his eyes. If he was not mistaken, this middle-aged man was the one he had perceived as having the strongest breath in the arena. To his surprise, the north ghost Chen also opened his eyes, he stared at the middle-aged man, biting his teeth, the blue veins on his neck burst up.