"Oh my god..." the spirit fox let out a long moan, covered his cheek and kept mumbling to himself: "Stupid little white mouse..."

Seeing someone starting a duel in the boxing ring, all the mercenaries in the hall dropped their things and rushed over to watch the excitement.

"Omo, beat this Chinese boy down in one second!"

"Idiot, why did the leader get a Chinese? He's looking for death!"

"..."

"The gambling game begins!" Amidst the laughter of the spectators, Dao Feng's loud voice sounded: "Is there anyone who wants to take a gamble? Is there any?"

"You little brat gambler in Las Vegas, do you still need to gamble?" Swart curled his lips and said to the blade with disdain, and glanced at Zhao Ziyang with contempt.

The situation in front of us is very obvious. How can a picked-up kid beat Omo? Not to mention anything else, Omo's body pressure alone is comparable to that of a polar bear and can crush him to death. There is no trace of this duel at all.

suspense.

"Oh?" Daofeng's eyes lit up, and his face was filled with a thick smile. He took out his checkbook from his pocket, wrote an astronomical number on it, and waved it in front of Swart's eyes.

He said with extreme confidence: "Swart, I bet that the special forces will win, do you dare to take a gamble?"

Facing Blade, whose brain was almost broken, Swart took out his checkbook without thinking and wrote the same number as Blade, indicating that he had bet with Blade.

"Hey hey hey, is anyone else coming? Is anyone else coming?" Daofeng was excited. He seemed to see a large amount of US dollars entering his pocket, and he couldn't stop it.

"I bet Omo can knock this Chinese kid down with one punch." Mandala smiled and threw a ring on his hand onto the table brought by Blade, and said to Zhao Ziyang, who was confronting Omo on the ring.

: "Hey, handsome guy, you must be knocked down by Omo with one punch."

Zhao Ziyang, who was standing in the boxing ring confronting Omo, didn't hear these words at all. He was in a fighting state, staring at the opponent in front of him.

The Omo in front of him is simply a terrifying monster. One of his arms is as thick as his own thigh, and his swollen muscles make people think of violent dinosaurs involuntarily.

Compared with the opponent, he seemed to be just a skinny kid, with almost no possibility of winning. Moreover, it had been proven that his fists and kicks had no effect on this Russian savage dog.

"Quack, quack..." The shirtless Omo let out a strange cry, took a deep breath to expand his muscles to the maximum extent, and exposed the rough muscle fibers in front of everyone.

Looking at the performance of the two people on the ring, Linghu hesitated for a long time, quickly took out a handful of US dollars and threw it on the blade table, and said to Zhao Ziyang very embarrassedly: "Special Forces, it's not that I am not on your side.

, but it’s very difficult for me to make money, can you understand?”

"Hahaha..." Daofeng laughed and whispered to Linghu: "You will regret not recruiting the special forces. He knows Chinese kung fu."

Staring with a pair of beautiful eyes, Linghu glanced at Dao Bian for a long time, then shook his head slightly and walked away, leaving Dao Bian confused for a while.

"Blade, help me buy a draw between the two of them." Seth's voice came from the loudspeaker.

"A draw?" Dao Feng was stunned.

"It's a draw, doesn't the great Las Vegas God of Gamblers dare not accept the bet?" Seth made a teasing voice.

"Haha, is there any other bet that my young gambling god in Las Vegas wouldn't dare to accept?" Dao Feng laughed and happily accepted Seth's bet.

At this time, Dao Feng felt extremely happy. He knew that he was sure to win. The special forces had Chinese kung fu, so how could they lose?

In the far corner of the hall, stood a beautiful woman in a lavender dress: her elegant and slender neck was as graceful and charming as a swan, her straight nose was adorned with rosy lips, and her cheeks were as plump as an oval.

There is an indescribable tranquility. The long eyelashes are slightly tilted upward, trembling slightly with the movement of the eyelids, especially those blue eyes as pure as the Danube, with a crystal luster like stars.

With her serious movements, she exudes a little bit of gorgeous brilliance, making people get lost in it instantly.

Her face was covered with a layer of frost that never melted, and she quietly watched the fight between the two people in the boxing ring.

"Remember, this is an unlimited level of fighting." Dao Feng rushed to the ring and loudly said to the two of them: "The rules are... there are no rules, let's start!"

After explaining the rules, Daofeng quickly jumped under the ring, waved his arms and roared excitedly: "Special Forces, defeat Omo Big Stupid Bear, Chinese Kung Fu, oooo..."

At this time, Zhao Ziyang made an action: he slowly stretched out his hand, raised his middle finger towards Omo, and returned this insulting gesture to the other party. His eyes were full of arrogance, and he did not care about Omo at all.

Put it in your eyes.

This is strategy, strategic contempt, and tactical attention. He has to anger Omo, otherwise he will have no chance to take advantage of him.

"Hiss..." There was a gasp from the audience, as if they saw this Chinese boy dying on the ring.

"Roar!" Omo was obviously irritated by Zhao Ziyang's actions, and he looked up to the sky and let out a beast-like roar.

Just as his head was rising, Zhao Ziyang's body suddenly rushed forward, using his strength and speed to the extreme. In front of a powerful opponent, he would not wait for the opponent to attack first, but must gain the initiative to attack.

Facing Zhao Ziyang's attack, Omo's face was full of disdain, and he stood up with his chest and withstood Zhao Ziyang's attack that left no room for anything.

"boom!"

Omo's chest, which did not dodge, was hit firmly by Zhao Ziyang, making a dull sound.

A burst of laughter immediately erupted from the audience, because Omo's body didn't even sway at all, as if the punch was just Zhao Ziyang tickling him.

"Huh..." A sudden burst of wind sounded, and Omo stretched out an arm and slapped Zhao Ziyang's face hard with his backhand.

"Bang", a muffled sound came out, and Zhao Ziyang's body flew up under Omo's random slap. After spitting out a mouthful of blood in the air, he landed heavily on the edge of the ring.

"Oh, no..." Seeing Zhao Ziyang's blade being knocked away by Omo's punch, he covered his face and made a pitiful sound of pain.

He knew Omo's power very well. Even if this special soldier had Chinese Kung Fu, he couldn't withstand Omo's punch. He was dead and he was going to pay for it. Damn special soldier, where is your Chinese Kung Fu?

Zhao Ziyang's body was convulsing under the violent blows. Zhao Ziyang, who was lying on the ring, could hear nothing except the ringing in his ears. He tried hard to open his eyes, but his eyelids were surprisingly heavy. There was a burning sensation on his right cheek.

There was severe pain, as if all the bones in the face were broken by Omo's punch. There was a warm and slippery feeling between the mouth and nose, and blood flowed outward.

But his brain was extremely clear, but his brain's thinking could no longer control his limbs, making it impossible for him to make a single movement to stand up.

"Hahaha... pay for it, pay for it!"

Swart happily went to grab the check, and Mandala put the ring he had bet on on his hand, and then stretched out the hand towards the blade.

"Hehe..." Linghu unceremoniously put away his money on the table, and generously took out Blade's pocket.

"Hey, hey, wait, wait, the game isn't over yet, you can't act like robbers!" Blade became anxious and took Linghu's hand out of his pocket, then rushed to the edge of the ring to hold Zhao Ziyang's hand.

around.

"Hey, hey, special forces, you can't be defeated like this. Where is your Chinese Kung Fu? Get up quickly and use your Chinese Kung Fu to defeat Omo. You have to stand up like a man. Quick, stand up and defeat Omo.

Defeat Stupid Bear and let him know how powerful Chinese Kung Fu is!" Dao Feng was so anxious that he kept shouting into Zhao Ziyang's ears.

What he was betting on was an unpopular one. The Chinese boy couldn't lose. If he lost, he would really lose a lot!

"Uh..." A moan came from Zhao Ziyang's mouth, and he finally opened his eyes with difficulty.

Just when he opened his eyes, he immediately closed them again. The severely injured face caused him to fall into great dizziness when he saw the light...

Zhao Ziyang knew that he and the opponent were not on the same level at all. He almost lost half of his life with one punch. One could only imagine how strong the opponent was.

It’s just that he has to get up, he has to get up. This is the world of mercenaries, the world of the strong. The weak cannot survive here. If you want to be accepted and integrated, the only way is to fight.

With a bang, Zhao Ziyang suddenly turned over and jumped up. He stood up while swaying, reached out and wiped the blood from his mouth and nose, grinned at Omo, and said in a unclear voice: "Still eating.

Breasts? Just a little strength?"

"You're asking for trouble." Swart glanced at Zhao Ziyang and hummed.

In the narration, several mercenaries also looked down upon Zhao Ziyang. The winner was clearly decided, and he could not be Omo's opponent.

"Hey, man, you must knock this bastard Omo to the ground, otherwise I will really lose a lot of money." Daofeng said to Zhao Ziyang with a pleading look on his face: "Use your Chinese Kung Fu quickly.

Otherwise you can't defeat Omo."

Zhao Ziyang shook his head hard to drive away the dizziness, turned to the blade and asked: "Where is his weakness?"

When asked, Blade shrugged, frowned, and uttered: "Oh, sorry, his weakness is that he has no weaknesses."

"I got it." Zhao Ziyang nodded, spit out a mouthful of blood, turned around and stood facing Omo.

He carefully looked at Omo again and found that just as Blade said, the Russian big stupid bear opposite did not have any weaknesses to speak of. All his fragile places were wrapped in strong muscles, even the lowest part.

The muscles in his ribs were all in strips, and it was simply a fantasy to knock the opponent down with force.

The opponent is an absolutely powerful player, so using your own shortcomings to attack the other's strengths is definitely not a good idea.

"Quack..." Omo laughed loudly, his Adam's apple twitching up and down, and said disdainfully to Zhao Ziyang: "Boy, I was merciful just now, otherwise your facial bones would have been broken by my punch, hahaha,

As long as you get through my crotch, you won’t need to be beaten, quack quack…”

Zhao Ziyang didn't have any mood swings. His eyes were fixed on Omo's throat that was constantly throbbing: people can't have weaknesses, they just discover problems that they haven't discovered yet.

"Knock you down within three moves!" Zhao Ziyang made a arrogant voice and stretched out three fingers towards Omo.

The mercenaries in the audience laughed when they heard this sentence. They didn't believe what Zhao Ziyang said at all. Confidence is good, but blind confidence is arrogance and will only make people laugh.

Amid the scornful laughter of the mercenary, Zhao Ziyang's body rushed towards Omo like lightning, his whole body was like a vigorous cheetah, full of speed and explosive power.

"Roar!" Omo roared violently and waved his fist at Zhao Ziyang without retreating.

The jealous fist drew an optimal arc in the air and stabbed Zhao Ziyang's chest fiercely. The sharp sound of the fist breaking through the air made everyone feel the horror of this punch.

Staring at the opponent's fist coming toward him, Zhao Ziyang licked his lips fiercely and continued to rush forward.

"Oh my god, my little white mouse!" Linghu screamed in pain and covered his eyes, not daring to look at Zhao Ziyang's sternum being smashed by Omo.

Everyone could have predicted the next scene of Zhao Ziyang being punched away by Omo. The mercenaries' faces already showed expressions of seeing the result. But this expression only flashed on their faces, and surprise suddenly surged over them.

Zhao Ziyang, who was rushing toward Omo, turned strangely clockwise the moment the opponent's fist hit his chest. He moved dexterously behind Omo, put his hands on Omo's shoulders, and shook his body violently.

He jumped up, knelt on Omo's shoulders, and clamped his head between his legs.

"Roar!"

A violent roar came from Zhao Ziyang's mouth. He twisted his waist desperately, and with the help of the power of his waist, he used his legs to twist Omo's neck violently, trying to break Omo's neck.
Chapter completed!