As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was in an uproar. Although several hours had passed, everyone had not yet come back to their senses from the fierce competition.
The underground ring competition held tonight was extremely intense. Several were beaten to death alone, and countless injured people. It was really a punch, and blood was seen everywhere. The whole field was filled with a faint smell of blood.
It's really a hundred times more exciting than any game I've seen before.
Some people made a big profit because of opening a bet, while others almost lost money because of it. That was really a joke and some people were worried.
Mr. Chen didn't know where he invited an Indian master, but he completely crushed the master he invited by Mr. Tan, and immediately pushed the game to its hottest moment.
The biggest bet that will be facing everyone will soon be the winner of the strongest man tonight.
However, this means that there will be a more tragic battle, and it is also the most beautiful last competition.
Everyone's eyes widened, their bets were swelling, their eyes were red, and many people had quietly begun to place heavy bets on the Indian master.
Everyone saw the strength of the Indian master just now. Jiang Haixiao, who was so powerful, could break the pillar on the ring with one punch, but was pushed over by the Indian master in a few strokes. All his bones were broken by him. It is estimated that this Indian master would not run away tonight.
Then you have to bet all your money on this Indian master, you must make a profit.
Under the leadership of the host, the Indian master was brought to the largest arena that had not been used in the evening.
All the spotlights gathered here.
The host was holding the microphone and seemed very excited, saying in a very agitated and exciting language: "Everyone, welcome friends from all over the world to participate in this martial arts competition. Now the martial arts competition is about to come to an end, but a dark horse has emerged, that is, the jiu-jitsu master from India - Singh! Everyone welcomes Singh with the warmest applause!"
At this time, the stands were already crowded with applause, and everyone in the venue gathered here. Even if there were no seats, some rich people would rather stand than move their eyes away.
The most exciting and tragic game is about to begin. No one knows that no one is Singh's opponent yet. Many people have started to bet on Singh and are preparing to make a big profit.
After pausing, the host said immediately: "My friends, and there are friends who come to participate in this challenge. Whoever dares to come up to challenge this Jiu-jitsu master from India, if not, the bounty of 10 million will fall into Singh's hands. Whoever defeats Singh will be the leader tonight, and ten million will be within their reach, friends!"
As soon as the host finished speaking, everyone's eyes glanced around to see who dared to stand up to challenge the jiu-jitsu master in India.
Mr. Chen sat in the front of the ring, and his face always maintained a light smile. It was so proud.
The masters who participated in the competition just now also saw the cruelty of the Indian Jiu-Jitsu master here. The fate of being defeated by him was too tragic. Even if he admitted defeat on the spot, he would not be let go. He broke all the bones in his body into countless pieces before he was willing to stop. Even if he survived, he would probably have to be disabled for life and spend the rest of his life in bed.
This is too expensive. For ten million, no one dares to go up and die.
People in the martial arts world in China have some rules. Although they fight fiercely, they also know the principle of staying at the forefront of their lives and meeting each other in the future. Unless the two of them have equal matches and they will kill them if they have to.
But this Indian master obviously would not do this, nor would he give people any mercy. After making money, they went back to their hometown in India, and they could not find a place to take revenge.
The host shouted a few times below, but no one dared to come on stage, and immediately said, "Okay, it seems that I am so sad that no heroic son or daughter dares to come up to challenge this Indian master. Then the leader tonight is Singh..."
"I'll do it!"
Before the host could finish his words, suddenly one of the people shouted loudly and walked towards the ring. The spotlight swept towards the man. Only then did everyone see that the person who dared to come on stage to challenge Singh was actually a young man in his thirties, wearing a blue-gray top, gray pants, and a pair of thousand-layer cloth shoes under his feet. His steps were lightly walking towards the ring, and he stopped at a distance of only three meters from the Indian master.
"Okay! It seems that my Chinese children are unwilling to be humiliated, and they don't want to let this ten million fall into the hands of this Indian master Singh. Who will win and lose? Friends, let's wait and see, and you can start betting now." As he said that, the host quickly walked off the arena.
At this moment, on the huge arena, the challenger who had just come on stage, and the Indian master Singh.
The atmosphere was extremely solemn. Everyone stopped their subordinates and did not dare to speak. They looked at the two people on the stage in a daze.
At this moment, even Mr. Tan did not dare to place bets, because Jiang Haixiao had been beaten by Singer and had been taken down by his own people. No one told him who would win and lose in this battle.
So, Mr. Tan could only turn his head and look at Ge Yu behind him as if he wanted help. From beginning to end, Ge Yu sat there motionlessly, without saying a word, and did not express any opinions to anyone. He could only occasionally open his eyes to look at some people, such as Mr. Chen in the field and the Indian master who came just now.
Ge Yu was still waiting. When the peerless master behind the Guan family came to power, these people could not even catch Ge Yu's eyes, even Singer, who was in the limelight at this moment, could not.
Seeing that Ge Yu had no reaction, Mr. Tan couldn't reveal Ge Yu's identity, because Mr. Chen happened to be sitting next to him, so he coughed dryly and asked in a tone of a boss asking his subordinates: "Xiao Yu, see who can win this competition?"
Ge Yu looked up at Mr. Tan, and after a while, he said, "Indian A San."
Although his voice was small, it was heard by Mr. Tan. He still believed Ge Yu's words very much. After all, he had seen his own methods, and a hung heart finally let go. He quickly said to a subordinate beside him: "Boe me that Indian master, 20 million!"
After receiving the order from Mr. Tan, the subordinate hurriedly left here to bet.
Chapter completed!