Faced with the audience's sarcasm, Ye Chen took it calmly. He understood the prejudice of foreigners towards him and the dislike of foreigners towards him. He smiled faintly, then kicked his legs, and flipped his whole body directly into the ring. A burst of screams suddenly broke out in the audience. Compared to Jones's on stage, Ye Chen was obviously more relaxed and more handsome. He flipped onto the ring more than one meter, and the guardrail was more than two meters, nearly three meters. The other party actually flipped onto the ring.

"Oh, God, this Chinese boy seems to be a little powerful!" Everyone exclaimed a burst of surprise.

"Hmph, no matter what, he will never win. I believe Jones will definitely beat him up!" The audience who bet all the chips on Jones began to shout. They didn't want Jones to die like this, just kidding! How many people bet the chips on Jones. If Jones lost, many people would probably go bankrupt on the scene, and they were gambled. If they lost, they would have nothing.

"Yes, Jones is a good person, but he has never lost!" Everyone began to be so generous to themselves.

On the ring, the referee walked up, explained the rules of the game, and announced the start of the game. Jones and Ye Chen looked at each other with their eyes facing each other. Jones exuded a cold light in their eyes, as if they wanted to kill Ye Chen. However, Ye Chen was still leisurely holding a cigarette in his mouth and putting one hand in his pocket. His eyes were as plain as an ancient well.

"Boy, it's still time for you to kneel down and beg for mercy!" Jones was a little confused. Ye Chen's eyes and the indifferent aura made Jones a little scared. He was afraid. Yes, Jones began to feel a little scared in his heart. However, in order to maintain the dignity of his strong man, he had to work hard to stabilize his mind and try to make himself more calm. He knew that once he was afraid, afraid, and panic, he would have lost.

"No, you should beg for mercy!" Ye Chen suddenly raised his index finger, shook it, and said with great pretentiousness: "There are a total of 64 steps to get here from the entrance of the passage. I will give you a minute to get out, otherwise you will have no room for escape!"

"Is that true?" Jones snorted coldly. He began to doubt Ye Chen. He firmly believed that Ye Chen must be deliberately pretending to be calm and calm. He did not believe that Ye Chen could defeat him. He did not believe that anyone in the entire United States could do him.

However, Jones never forgot what his coach said to him in his heart, and never try to fight with Chinese masters. China is a magical country, and their kung fu is unpredictable and experts are everywhere.

So, Jones was still a little scared inside. He gritted his teeth and said coldly: "Then come!"

Ye Chen smiled and held a cigarette in his mouth. He slowly took off his butt, then buckled his middle finger and bounced it hard towards Jones. Jones couldn't dodge, and the cigarette butt hit his eyes hard, making him scream.

"Oh, damn, what's wrong with Jones?" In the audience, there was an uproar. The Chinese boy actually knocked Jones back with a cigarette butt. Everyone felt it was too weird. Is this Jones too careless, or is it because the Chinese boy is too awesome?

"Jones, cheer up and kill this Chinese boy!" The audience shouted.

Jones rubbed his eyes, glared at Ye Chen, and said, "Bastard, you actually hurt someone with a hidden weapon?!"

"Oh, that's just a cigarette butt. I should have thrown the cigarette butt in the game, right? Who knows it's right to throw it on you!" Ye Chen sneered: "This... I'm really sorry!"

"Bastard, I'm going to kill you!" Jones gritted his teeth and rushed up like a crazy lion.

"Jones, fuck him to death, fuck him to death!"

"Jones, you're a good person. Kill this bastard and let him know how powerful we Americans are!"

The audience finally saw Jones' angry look and began to be excited one by one. The blood in their bodies also seemed to be boiling with Jones' explosion. They shouted wildly, hoping to see the bloody scene. Everyone has a bloody side in their bodies. When humans see blood, they will become extremely cruel and terrifying. They believe in killing and they love massacre.

"Ho roo..." Jones waved his huge fist and smashed it hard at Ye Chen.

"Hmph!" Ye Chen snorted coldly, his head sank down, and he slid down, and directly flashed behind Jones. Then, with his left foot as the axis, his right foot slid up his leg, and his whole body slid up in the air with the help of his right foot. Ye Chen's right foot and left foot had already appeared in a straight line, and everyone exclaimed in surprise.

Bang……

His right foot kicked Jones hard on the back of the head, and almost all of them were hit from the back of the head to the cervical spine. With one kick, Jones kicked Jones away. Jones' huge body rolled on the ground a few times, then landed on the side, and lay motionless on the ground.

Hiss...

There was an uproar in the scene and everyone was silent. Ye Chen, a Chinese boy, actually defeated the enemy with one move. Moreover, this opponent is the champion of the American Free Sanda. He almost ran the entire United States, and no one was his opponent. Now, this guy who was claimed by the Americans was kicked to the ground by a guy from China and could no longer get up.

The scene was silent, and the eight hidden generals breathed a sigh of relief at this time. Xiaobai grinned and said, "It seems that this so-called American master is just a lie. He dares to be arrogant in front of Brother Chen, which is simply seeking death!"

"Haha, brother's strength is not enough!" He laughed out loud.

At this moment, the referee on the side immediately walked up, then squatted beside Jones and shouted: "Ten, nine, eight..."

Just as the referee was counting, an assistant on the side hurriedly pulled out an injection from his bag and rushed into Jones's body. Jones woke up leisurely, and he took several breaths of air conditioning: "Oh, damn it, it hurts so much, I'm going to kill you!"

As he said that, Jones immediately got up from the ground, then turned around and walked towards Ye Chen. Ye Chen smiled and said, "What are you fighting?"

"Stimulant!" Jones did not shy away, saying, "In the underground boxing ring, stimulant is a legal existence, otherwise you can do it for a while!"

Jones' eyes were red, and it was obvious that under the stimulant, he began to become violent, bloody, and bloodthirsty. Ye Chen shook his head and said, "Forget it, the next move should make you unable to wake up forever. I advise you to surrender!"

"Boy, you're too restless!" Jones gritted his teeth and immediately ran towards the other party frantically. Under the stimulation of the stimulant, Jones' speed and strength were obviously a little faster. He ran towards Ye Chen at a very fast speed. When he approached Ye Chen, he suddenly had a high instrument and then used a flying kick in Indian boxing.

If an ordinary person is kicked, he will definitely explode and die, because this kick covers Jones's greatest strength, and his mass has been transformed into strength. Coupled with the power he bursts out, the power of this kick is definitely more than 3,000 kilograms. If he is hit by the body with a force of 3,000 kilograms, he will be disabled even if he is not dead.

Not only did Ye Chen not dodge, he rushed up instead. He also kicked back, and the two of them kicked each other hard.

Click...

With a crisp sound, I don’t know who had broken his bones. The two fell to the ground, Jones half-kneeled, Ye Chen’s eyes were blood red, and he rushed up again. With Jones’ head as the target, Ye Chen kicked with a flying kick, and his toes hit Jones’ head. The flying kick that combined all his strength immediately made Jones fall down on the spot. Blood flowed all over the ground. No wailing, no roar, no pain moans...

Some were just silent; some were just the breath of all the audiences on the scene; some were just the sound of Ye Chen breathing alone at the scene.

"Oh, my god, Jones can't do it!" the referee immediately shouted, "Call the doctor for emergency treatment!"

"Damn it, Jones lost!" An audience member shouted: "My money, my money!"

Not only one person, everyone at the scene began to be sad. Most of the people bet their money on Jones, and only a very small part of them bet on Ye Chen. Among this part, most of them were Chinese, and they bet on Ye Chen's background. However, when they saw Ye Chen win, they immediately became upset: "Damn, why didn't I bet a little more?"

"Haha, brothers, the harvest season is here!" Feng Zhixiao laughed loudly, and he immediately led everyone to the betting station. The blonde inside saw several people and immediately said enviously: "Wow, you have won, you have developed!"

"Haha, this is expected!" Feng Zhixiao laughed.

"Then... how do you plan to withdraw cash?" the beauty grinned and said, "How about depositing it into the bank for you?"

"No, just cash!" Feng Zhixiao laughed and said, "But we can still carry the cash in just over 20 million yuan!"

"Okay, I'll prepare cash for you now, but it will take time!" The blonde gave a charming look at the people and asked, "Handsome guy, can you treat me a few drinks tonight?"
Chapter completed!