Dead.
All the cheering spectators felt as if someone had choked their necks, and they could no longer make a sound.
In the box, the smile on Zhang Yuan's face froze.
The wine glass that Chu Madman put to his mouth tilted, but he forgot to open his mouth, and the red wine flowed down his neck.
Bai Shuangxi and Li Huanhuan seemed to be petrified and lost their ability to think.
And Liu Ruyu, her mouth was also slightly open, and she muttered.
"How is that possible?"
yes, how is that possible?
More and more people woke up, and a huge wave erupted at the scene.
It was a chatter, a frenzied roar, a cry of disbelief...
And Zhang Heng, who was in the iron cage, walked to the door lightly.
Thai boxing champion, known as the butcher's Sachu, was killed in one move!
"Open the door." Zhang Heng said lightly.
The referee hadn't gone far, shivered, and came back to open the iron door.
This seemingly immature and very weak young man was like a vicious beast in his eyes, and after opening the door, he immediately avoided it.
"Who the hell is he?"
"Oh my God, the Thai boxing champion was killed in one move, this is big news!"
"It's too hot-blooded, it's too unexpected, it's a big upset!"
Someone regrets slapping their face, 3,000 times the odds, if they bet on themselves, what kind of return should it be?
"I knew the boss wouldn't let me down." Bai Shuangxi clenched his fists excitedly: "I bet 10,000 yuan, 3,000 times the odds, how much is that?" "
He thought about it, and the number made him confused.
"I bet 100,000 ..." Liu Ruyu was stunned.
She was just an act of anger, but it brought her unimaginable rewards.
The figure of this money, just thinking about it, feels a little illusory.
How easy it was to get rich?
This is the charm of gambling, sometimes the right bet is especially easy to come by.
However, Liu Ruyu didn't think too much about the issue of money, she looked at Zhang Heng who came plainly, and a question welled up in her mind.
How much is this guy hiding?
Women are like cats, they are very curious, and whenever a woman is curious about a man, it is actually a sign of danger.
Liu Ruyu naturally didn't find this, she just wanted to dig out all Zhang Heng's secrets.
"This is the Thai boxing champion? I'm afraid it's not a good thing! Zhang Yuan also reflected, and his face was distorted by anger.
He originally thought that Zhang Heng would definitely die, but what was the result? The Thai boxing champion who had high hopes died on the spot!
This is like a slap in the face, his face is hot, and his heart is even more aggrieved and going crazy.
"The Thai champion is certainly not a good thing, and the crux of the matter is... Your information is wrong... Chu madman looked at him coldly: "You told me, your second brother is a waste?" "
What kind of waste can kill the Thai boxing champion in one move?
Zhang Yuan was stunned for a moment, but he was so frightened that he sweated like rain, and hurriedly got up.
"How dare I lie to you, he was really a waste before, and everyone in Jinghai City knows it."
"I don't know why he's so powerful!"
Hearing this, the Chu madman pressed the wine glass heavily on the table, and his eyes showed a gloomy look.
"Then this shows that he is not only not a waste, but also a genius, who has been hiding himself all these years, he is a hidden dragon!"
Hidden Dragons?
Zhang Yuan looked dazed, for this second brother who grew up together, he suddenly felt extremely unfamiliar.
"Don't panic, even if he forbears, what can he do? I want to let him know today that in front of the Chu family, it is someone who wants to kneel for me, and it is a dragon, and I have to be honest! Chu madman said coldly.
Zhang Heng walked down, and for him, it was just a trivial thing to complete.
He sat down in his place and closed his eyes.
Next, there are the competitions of the other groups.
He didn't even look at it, until the sound of footsteps sounded in his ears, and he suddenly opened his eyes, and when he saw the comer, he seemed to be smiling.
"You're next?"
Zhong Haoyuan swallowed his saliva and sat down tremblingly.
"Well, there may have been a bit of a misunderstanding before."
He was very embarrassed, he thought that Zhang Heng was a weak chicken, who would have thought that he would hide so deeply.
Thinking of the Thai boxing champion who was kicked to death, Zhong Haoyuan was chilled, he lowered his head and said in a trembling voice.
"Can you give me a way to live?"
At this moment, he is no longer arrogant.
This is what absolute strength comes in exchange for.
Zhang Heng didn't have a deep grudge against him, so he nodded.
It's just a little ridicule, so that he won't be tempted to kill.
Zhong Haoyuan breathed a sigh of relief, and went to see Zhang Heng again, and he didn't know if it was because of the different angles now.
He suddenly felt that this person was open-minded, detached, and had the demeanor of a grandmaster.
In the next game, there is no need to mention it, Zhong Haoyuan casually made two gestures and announced his surrender.
It disappointed many viewers who wanted to see Zhang Heng continue to exert his power, and couldn't stop boosing.
"It's useless!" Zhang Yuan's teeth in the box were itching.
"Don't worry, the next opponent is Bei Yingchen." Chu madman sneered.
"Bei Shenchen?"
Zhang Yuan was startled, and then ecstatic.
"Even he's invited!"
At this moment, on the LCD screen of the venue, the word Bei Yingchen was also typed.
The moment they saw these three words, the audience erupted in a deafening uproar.
In particular, some women took off their coats directly and waved them wildly.
"Who is this Bei Yingchen?"
Zhang Heng asked.
"A contemporary descendant of the Northern Sect of Boxing." Zhong Haoyuan, who was about to end the game, wiped his sweat and said: "This person is young, but his name is very loud, fifteen years old dark energy, eighteen years old to Huajin, twenty-five years old became a martial artist, is the youngest martial artist since records in China!" "
"He fought one hundred and eighty-seven times in his life, and he was never defeated."
"The most recent fight was with his master, Master Chen Xiaotang, and it is said that Bei Yingchen defeated him in only three moves."
"Since then, he hasn't made a move, but his name has spread all over Kyushu, and this time, it's the first battle of his comeback, so many people are looking forward to it!"
Hearing this, Zhang Heng nodded.
Zhong Hao took two steps back, thought about it, and said.
"You have to be careful, he's not easy."
After saying that, he was gone.
Not long after Zhong Haoyuan left, a man gradually walked in.
The moment he appeared, the audience's outburst of cries became louder and louder.
"That's the genius?" Zhang Heng squinted.
Bei Yingchen is now twenty-eight years old, but it is difficult to tell his specific age from his appearance.
The skin is delicate, like a teenager, walking calmly, but it is full of old-fashionedness, the eyes are sharp, and full of the blood of young people, these characteristics of different ages are blended together, but they are natural, so that he has a special charm.
"No wonder martial arts are progressing so fast, this person has cultivation qualifications." Zhang Heng muttered in his heart.
If you want to practice, you need spiritual roots.
If the martial arts talent is one in a thousand, then the spiritual root may not be one in a million.
Bei Yingchen has cultivation qualifications, and if he is assigned by someone, he can become a cultivator.
Perhaps sensing Zhang Heng's gaze, Bei Mingchen put his hands behind his back and glanced at him lightly.
"I've been practicing for three years, and I've never made a move."
"In three years, the heart is like stopping water, the body and the mind are in harmony, the mind is in harmony with the form, and the form is in harmony with the spirit."
"In the first battle after the comeback, there are other opponents, I don't want to waste it on you."
He obviously came this time with a strong purpose.
And Zhang Heng, obviously he didn't look down on, he said casually.
"So, after you come to power, you cut off one of your arms, and I won't kill you."
As soon as the words fell, he sat down and closed his eyes.
This kind of posture made Zhang Heng feel familiar.
Isn't it just like him?
Bei Mingchen, like Zhang Heng, is arrogant and empty-eyed.
From his body, Zhang Heng saw his own shadow.
Next, it's still someone else's competition.
Zhang Heng didn't know how the competition system was arranged, he didn't pay much attention to other people's fights, but he only heard cheers from the Russian Ring Emperor, Cannes Boxing Champion, African Cheetah and the like...
They are all world-renowned boxing champions, and they are all gathered here today.
It's a pity that in Zhang Heng's eyes, they are all weak and pitiful.
It was at this time that a name was typed on the subtitles.
Walking on the stage was a middle-aged man, half black-haired, half-white-haired, wearing a purple Tang suit, with his hands behind his back, like a leisurely walk.
The moment this person appeared, Zhang Heng opened his eyes.
If he didn't feel wrong, this middle-aged man was the one he had noticed before, the person with the most powerful aura in this venue.
To his surprise, Bei Mingchen also opened his eyes, he stared at the middle-aged man deadly, gritted his teeth, and the green tendons on his neck burst out.