"Elder martial brother''s Kung Fu should be better than that of younger martial brother. Boss ou, how do you play this game?"
Ou Dapeng stretched out a finger.
"One million. OK, there''s no problem. We''re just trying to have fun." Land Rover smiled carelessly.
Ou Dapeng shook his head: "Ninth master, you misunderstood. This is not a million."
"Not a million?"
"Ten million."
"Ten million!" Land Rover was a little surprised. "Boss ou, are you kidding?"
"Ninth master, I''ve lost 8 million. How can I have the heart to joke with you." Ou Dapeng smiled and held up his glass, "cheers."
"OK, ten million." Lu Hu picked up his glass and touched Ou Dapeng, "cheers."
On the other side, Li Mingyi still asked a Niu, "a Niu, how much can I bet on this game at most?"
"200000."
"You give me 200000 chips and I''ll give you 20000 more."
Daniel rejoiced: "thank you, brother Yi. Thank you, brother Yi."
Zhang Jin said: "this No. 5 looks like the No. 4 just now. It must not be the opponent of No. 3. I bet 50000."
Wang Kui said without hesitation, "I also bet 50000."
Daniel was so happy that he ran backstage to change chips.
On the boxing ring, on the 5th, the audience walked around to see it clearly, and then walked in front of Xue Zhijun. At his feet, there was a pool of blood that had not yet solidified. It was just left on the 4th. It looked shocking.
Not far away, there are some scattered blood stains left by other boxers. The black fist world was originally nourished with blood.
On the 5th, he pointed to Xue Zhijun, with a gloomy face and unusually fierce and cold eyes. He said in half familiar Chinese: "boy, wait and see, you hurt my junior brother, I want you to die!"
Xue Zhijun frowned: "is your junior brother number 4 just now?"
"That''s right."
"Are you from T country, too?"
"Nonsense."
The referee had come between them, separated them on both sides, whistled and announced loudly, "now, the game begins."
After that, he quickly ran away. Every game is the same.
Xue Zhijun said sincerely, "although your younger martial brother lost, he lost well. I deserve your younger martial brother. I have a clear conscience."
"Don''t talk nonsense!" No. 5 has rushed over, like a whirlwind. With incomparable anger in his heart, he made a violent fist and swept Xue Zhijun''s head.
Xue Zhijun raised his hand and took the punch.
Bang, his arms collided like two iron bars, which made his arms ache and couldn''t even hold his fist.
Xue Zhijun jumped away quickly.
No. 5 was not a bit slow, and the second punch came again.
Shit, this guy''s hard work is several times better than No. 4!
And fast!
Xue Zhijun was secretly frightened. He dared not fight with the other party any more. He tried to use his flexible body method and dodged left and right. For such a hard opponent, the best way is to consume his physical strength and perhaps win the final victory.
On the 5th, with hatred for him, he launched a flip attack, sometimes waving fists, hooking fists, sometimes high sweeping and side kicking, like an angry lion, with very fierce fists and feet, which can be said to be deadly.
Fortunately, Xue Zhijun''s body was flexible, and almost every move could be avoided without danger.
A few minutes later, it seemed that the 5th also found his intention, and his action gradually slowed down. He also wanted to preserve his strength.
Two people are like two trapped animals in cages, bending over, pinching their fists, staring at each other, slowly turning in circles, maintaining a high degree of vigilance. At the same time, they are also accumulating strength.
"Fight, kill him!"
"Paralyzed, do it. I gave you money. I didn''t watch you play house!"
"No. 3, come on!"
The audience couldn''t help shouting.
The two men turned around and rested for almost two minutes. On the 5th, they felt that their physical strength was almost restored. Suddenly, they roared and rushed to Xue Zhijun. A straight punch was aimed at his head and launched a fierce attack again.
In the face of a strong opponent, Xue Zhijun has no other way. He continues to hide left and flash right
Lu Hu looked at the ring attentively. After a while, he said to Ou Dapeng, "boss ou, you are a good boxer. You are much better than his junior brother."
Ou Dapeng smiled: "Ninth master, in your opinion, whose winning side is bigger?"
Land Rover frowned deeply and said thoughtfully, "the idea of No. 3 is good. Avoid its edge, look for opportunities and give the opponent a hard blow. However, No. 5 has seen through his mind. After a fierce attack, he slowed down and fully conserved his physical strength. It''s hard to say now. However, if the stalemate lasts too long, it''s good for No. 3."
Ou Dapeng nodded: "Ninth master, what you said is very pertinent. However, I have more confidence in No. 5."
"Hehe, it depends on whether there is any unique skill on the 5th."
"The game will be over soon. The person I''m looking for is not a fool." Ou Dapeng smiled confidently as he smoked his cigar.
"This game is the most wonderful game in the past two weeks, and I have great confidence in my people." Lu Hu smiled with the same complacency.
The two men turned their heads and looked intently at the ring.
On the ring, more than ten minutes later, the two boxers were sweating, their muscles were tight, and the sweat seeped out layer by layer, making their shorts wet.
After a fierce attack on the 5th, he slowed down again, breathed heavily, and formed a confrontation with his opponent again. After half a turn, he straightened up slightly and put down a pair of fists, looking very tired.
The opportunity finally came!
Xue Zhijun was overjoyed. He suddenly soared into the air and used his serial kill - high whip leg.
No. 5 stood still.
Boom!
A high whip swept No. 5''s head.
Unexpectedly, there was no scream of No. 5 at the scene.
No. 5 stood steadily, just shaking his head gently.
Iron head skill!
Xue Zhijun gritted his teeth, his body just fell to the ground, and turned back again for a high sweep.
This time, he used all his strength and made up his mind to sweep his opponent to the ground, regardless of whether he was still alive or not.
However, this time he miscalculated, only a little late for half a second. On the 5th, he stretched out his hands, grabbed his ankles and worked hard——
Click!
With the sound of bone fracture, there was a sad Scream: "ah!"
The scream was naturally made by Xue Zhijun.
No. 5''s powerful force broke his leg bones.
"Xiao Jun!" ah Niu couldn''t help standing up and was shocked.
Li Mingyi, Zhang Jin, Wang Kui and others also stood up and became nervous involuntarily.
Wang Kui murmured, "it''s over, No. 3 lost!"