Ji Wenyu smiled and said, "If you are really worried about me, just get some blood and go to the betting station to support me. Look at the odds on the screen, that guy is 1 to 1 to 2, and I am 1 to 5. The difference is too great, and everyone is not optimistic about me."

It’s not that everyone is not optimistic about Ji Wenyu, but his image is really hard to believe. Zheng Xiaoren looks mature and steady, not tall but solid, and fully armed. Ji Wen is not only too young, but looks thin and weak, but also wears a bathrobe and slippers. This is not for the competition, it’s just for the fun, right?

Seeing that Ji Wenyu was still joking, Chen Biwang felt relieved. In order to show his support for Ji Wenyu, he really went to the betting station to buy a bet before the competition began. A bet costs at least 500 yuan, and Chen Biwang took out all the cash in his pocket to get enough.

As the game was approaching, the host signaled both sides to enter the field. Zheng Xiaoren quickly ran forward a few steps, pressed one hand on the edge of the ring and gently used force. At the same time, his right foot was on the ground, and his body immediately raised four or five feet and landed steadily on the edge of the platform.

Then Zheng Xiaoren bent and stepped into the ring. The series of movements were chic and smooth, which made the audience applaud. Many customers who bought Zheng Xiaorensheng were secretly happy. The movements were so clean and neat, and their strength would definitely not be bad. It seems that they will win this time.

Ji Wenyu also wanted to do this, but remembered that he had never tried it before. If the performance was not good, it would be really ugly. It would be better to be more steady.

Ji Wenyu came to the edge of the ring, put his hands on the edge of the stage, and raised his feet hard. One of the feet raised and went on the stage first, and the other foot also went on the stage with inertia. However, the first foot was too hard and did not hold his slippers. The slipper drew an arc and landed beside Zheng Xiaoren. At this time, Ji Wenyu's body was still hanging on the edge of the ring.

Before the person got his shoes, the shoe swinging movement was quite chic, almost comparable to Zheng Xiaoren's actions on stage. The audience in the audience burst into laughter. It seemed that this guy was just here to make fun of it.

Chen Biwang couldn't stand it anymore and quickly covered his face, fearing that others would know that he knew this guy. Ji Wenyu smiled awkwardly, quickly stood up and entered the ring, then ran to Zheng Xiaoren and put on his slippers.

The two were clearly compared at a glance. Those who invested in Zheng Xiaoren were naturally overjoyed and felt that they were sure to win, while those who invested in Ji Wenyu regretted not falling, and felt that their money was going to waste.

In the stands not far away, a middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses smiled and said, "This young man is a bit interesting. He actually went on stage in a bathrobe and slippers."

A capable old man next to him said, "The person who dares to do this is either a fool and doesn't know how dangerous the ring is; or he is confident and he is confident enough to take down the other party. I have seen countless people in my life and still have a little vision. This time I can't see through the depth of the young man. It's really strange."

The golden-rimmed glasses said in surprise: "What? Even Master Hong can't see the depth of him?"

The capable old man, Master Hong, nodded and said, "Under normal circumstances, if you want to judge the strength of a warrior, you usually need to fight each other to know. However, advanced warriors have rich experience. Sometimes, by their inadvertent action, they can judge their origin and general strength. I have seen countless people in my life, and I dare not say how vicious the eyes are, but I still have a way of looking at people. This young man seems to be unable to do martial arts at all, but some movements are not as good as ordinary people can do, which makes people have no clue."

If Ji Wenyu heard the old man's judgment, he would definitely admire him, because he could almost see Ji Wenyu's background through just some observations. It is precisely because he has the strength of the third level of the Mai Realm that his occasionally performs differently than ordinary people. Because he has not systematically practiced martial arts, his strength has improved too quickly, and his movements look clumsy, as if he has no martial arts skills.

The golden-widthed glasses said, "So, what will happen to this competition in Master Hong?"

Master Hong shook his head and said, "I know nothing about that young man, and I can't guess this. However, I know a little bit about his opponent. I heard that he is a boss with a little money. A few months ago, he used our ring to compete with someone for a small project. His strength is also the best among Mingjin's great success, especially his leg skills are quite good. It seems to be from the Northern School Tan Le, which is very difficult to deal with."

Although Master Hong didn't say it clearly, the meaning in his words was very obvious. He was still optimistic about Zheng Xiaoren. As for Ji Wenyu, he might have some strength, but reality is not a martial arts novel. Where did so many hidden masters come from?

The golden-rimmed glasses smiled and said, "I think that young man is good. Maybe a black guy will be revealed in this game..."

As the golden-rimmed glasses were talking, the cell phone in his arms suddenly rang. After he answered the phone, his brows frowned, as if the phone was not good news. Then he greeted Master Hong and left the underground boxing gym.

On the ring, the two were six or seven feet apart, standing face to face, one was ready for battle, the other was wearing a bathrobe and compromised, looking extremely dissonant. Zheng Xiaoren sneered: "Boy, I advise you to admit defeat directly, so as not to be embarrassed in a while."

Ji Wenyu was not willing to be outdone and said, "It's not certain who wins and who loses, what? Are you planning to convince people with reason, and just want to let people admit defeat by opening your mouth?"

Zheng Xiaoren snorted coldly and said, "I really don't know how to live or die. Since you don't know how to politely, don't blame me for taking action without mercy. I'll see how you regret it."

"Stop talking nonsense, let's see the truth from behind." Ji Wenyu said.

Just listen to Zheng Xiaoren's words. You can't take them seriously. If he really wanted to let Ji Wenyu go, how could things have come to this point? Now he said these words just to paralyze Ji Wenyu, and at the same time he also gave himself a serious injury to the other party to find an excuse in advance.

The atmosphere at the scene became more and more lively. At this time, the organizer had stopped betting. With the ringing, the competition officially began. However, neither Zheng Xiaoren nor Chen Biwang took the lead in the first move, but instead looked at each other, while being on guard, looking for each other's flaws.

Suddenly, Zheng Xiaoren seemed to have seized a chance to take action, and saw him pausing his right foot, taking a quick step forward with his left foot, and clenching his right fist and smashing it into Ji Wenyu's face.
Chapter completed!