Chapter 9 God, I want to go home ()

Shaolin Vajra Indestructible Magical Technique.

This is one of the five great masters of Shaolin and one of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin. The golden bell covers, iron cloth shirts, and the most powerful skills that are commonly known as the martial arts of the circumcision of the Vajra and Indestructible Body of Shaolin, and can also be said to be transformed by this unique skill.

The method of running the Vajra Indestructible Magical Art is the Hunyuan Boy's Craft in Shaolin, which is the Boy's Craft practiced by Tang Jieke. This skill is also called the kung fu with the highest defense power by people in the martial arts world. After practicing this magical art, the human body looks like wearing golden armor, which can withstand all attacks from external forces, so it is named.

Once this magical power transforms, the whole body will turn golden and become a real Vajra body. The higher the skill, the better the defense effect.

In his previous life, Huiming, as a Shaolin monk, had mastered one of the eighteen special skills, that is, mastery, which means that Huiming had already thoroughly studied this unique skill and used it in a superb way.

Unfortunately, the Shaolin Vajra Indestructible Magical Technique is an extremely powerful external skill, and external skill requires one's own physical exercise. At the current level of the body, it is only a little operation of the method and exerts a little bit of its effectiveness.

However, this is enough!

Under the confusion of more than a thousand viewers, the black-haired boy who was besieged by the crowd suddenly stood still. He raised his hands with his hands down, placed his left palm flat near his navel, his right hand stood with his fingertips facing the tip of his nose, squatted down his horse stance, and then shouted: "Hell!"

This sound was like thunder!

The opponents who were about to step forward to beat Tang Jack were even scared and almost fell to the ground with a trembling feet. However, after they reacted, they rushed up with a ferocious expression.

"Beat him! Beat him hard!" Felix shouted excitedly on the sidelines.

In the field, Tang Jack stared at the angrily and stood still. Many outside the field thought that the black-haired boy was already scared, and some of them even made a laugh.

With a punch, Tang Jack stood still and his head did not shake. He put his foot on his stomach, Tang Jack still did not move. If there were no big footprints in front of his clothes, no one would believe that he had just been kicked. A hard shell hit the top of his head. Tang Jack did not respond at all, but the expression on his face became even more ferocious. This scene can be described by punching and kicking and sticks, but the black-haired boy in the center had no reaction at all, as if nothing had happened.

At the beginning, there were many spectators on the scene who felt the boiling blood and indulgence in this real physical fight. They shouted excitedly to cheer for this scene. After a while, the messy side of the field gradually subsided because the kid on the field seemed to have not been hurt at all?

“My God!”

I couldn't bear to see my players, especially the fat man Fair, who was injured in Don Jack, finally took away the two pig hands that were unkempt on my face. He originally thought that he would see the black-haired boy lying on the ground with injuries all over his body. He had even decided to change people, but the current scene made him call him God!

That boy is fine!

My God!

Jesus blesses!

"Oh! Beautiful, good job! You pigs still want to beat my Jack, you really don't know how to live or die! Jack, kill them!" Fatty Fair shouted excitedly.

At this moment, Felix didn't shout anything anymore. He didn't know what he was feeling, because the four players on the field who beat the black-haired boy were all sitting on the ground with weak energy. They were tired of playing.

Some people, one of them grinned with his right hand, obviously because he was accidentally injured in the beating just now.

"How is that possible!" Felix reacted, not believing that this was true. He glanced at the left and said furiously: "Salopard!Salopard! (Bitch!) Have you used all your strength to the woman's bed? Jones! You are still a boxer, you can't even beat an Asian boy, he didn't even fight back! My God."

Felix was very upset.

Not to mention Felix, Jones, who is the beating side, is also upset!

Jones is a professional boxer who has received regular boxing training since childhood. He is tall and full of strength and is now well-known in Morocco.

Originally, since there were no competitions recently and it was impossible to participate in international events, Jones earned a little money, which was not enough for him to squander himself, so he promised Felix to participate in the betting game.

A small football betting game?

It can't be simpler.

Jones feels this way, at least he knows in Morocco, and there are very few people who can really beat him. No matter what, he is also a professional boxer. What abilities can those gangsters who play black football have?

That's what he thought.

But Jones never expected that he would encounter such a slippery opponent!

Yes, it's not smooth!

At the beginning of the game, Jones felt this way because he swung a few punches and didn't hit the black-haired boy at all. He also made the black-haired boy score a goal, and his team was in a backward position.

But now, Jones feels that this guy is letting go!

No matter how hard he hits, he will feel like he is bitten by a mosquito and tickling it. "If such a magical and powerful person really fights back, I'm afraid he's already lying in the hospital now!"

"I should quit the game, so that it's safe enough."

Jones is definitely a model of bullying the weak and fearing the strong. After finding that he could not beat the guy in front of him, and even in physical danger for a while, he immediately felt that he should withdraw from the game. No matter how important Dirham is, he is not as important as his own. As a boxer, Jones cherishes his body very much. In other words, he is very big but very brave.

Well, Jones is already scared!

As for the others?

The three remaining people around were all looking at the black-haired boy standing in the middle with inexplicable and fearful eyes, with a disdainful smile on his lips, "This guy can't even hit him, how can he play this ball?"

"Damn, this guy is going to be called back later. I won't be beaten to death, right?"

"My God, I'm going home."

The three of them, three of them, were no different. They and Jones had similar ideas.

There are really few fools in the world, and there are even fewer fools who participate in football betting games. The gangsters who play black football in the northern slums of Marrakesh know the truth about seeking good fortune and avoiding harm. They don’t want to spend a long time in bed.

So what if you lose the black ball game?

But I just don't have the money to get it, that's all, isn't it?

If he was admitted to the hospital, the annoying Felix would not pay them too much medical expenses, and he would still have to bear everything himself.

Driven by this idea and fact, the few people looked at each other and walked towards the sidelines tacitly. Looking at their figures, they seemed to be embarrassed at all, and their expressions were even like warriors returning in triumphant times.

"What are you going to do? Go back to the court! Immediately, immediately!"

This scene made Felix, who was still cursing on the sidelines, almost burst into anger. He glared at several people, especially Jones among them, and shouted: "What are you going to do? Are you going to withdraw from the game? I won't pay half of the game to participate!"

Jones ignored him at all and turned to the outside of the court and walked out directly.

The other audience members at the scene realized this time.

Just now, they didn't believe what they saw: a thin Asian yellow man stood quietly and was besieged by four great men. They tried their best to beat him, but they could not shake the black-haired and yellow-skinned boy at all.

Is this true?

When Jones and others walked out of the field, the audience reacted from the daze and turned into an uproar. They started to discuss wildly. As for Jones and others' exit? I'm afraid no one cares about the losers except Felix, who cares?

Now, it is clear who wins and who loses.

Most viewers don’t care about the gambling money. After all, they are not the team boss, and they just make some bets. What they care about is the game itself, the passion, and the topic of talking about the game.

Especially the last point, it is the most important.

The audience came here, one for betting on football, and the other for leisure, which was obviously more important. The truly crazy gamblers would not choose to bet on football, and they could go to the underground casino.

In short, the audience was satisfied.

Because they found a lot of topics of conversation, after the game, they can tell the things that happened in the game like relatives and friends. The most important thing is this magical boy: It turns out that Jack is so powerful, and he must beat Jack's team to win next time!

"Hmph, not like the Jones who only works on the surface, and also a boxer? He is such a soft guy!" After the game, many people said so.

And what about Don Jack?

After using the Indestructible Magical Art of Vajra, his internal strength was consumed and his body was a little sore, so he stood still. However, after a while, he recovered slightly, he found that several opponents had withdrawn from the game, which made Tang Jack feel inexplicable.

"But I haven't scored the second goal yet. And the game has just begun." This is also the sorrow of Tang Jack.

But the victory of the game came early because Felix could not get a complete team, and the other players on the court looked at Don Jack with fear. In this way, it was obvious who wins and who loses. Felix was not refuting, and he could only admit his failure unwillingly.

"Oh, thank God! We won! We actually won?"

Until the referee who blew the opening whistle and announced that Fair's team won, many of the players on Fair's team couldn't believe that before the game, they just came with a try attitude, so they didn't work hard in the game, but now, the team won by the black-haired boy.

This was really unexpected.

But when they won the game, they also had a considerable commission. Of course, this is a terrible witch compared to Tang Jack's commission.

"Bill, please!"

Don Jack didn't celebrate anything. In fact, the person he was most familiar with on the field was Fatty Fair. What was there to celebrate? It would be better to take the money home and celebrate with his sister.

Facing Don Jack's straightforwardness, Fatty Fel rolled his eyes, asked his assistant to take out two stacks of banknotes from his bag, stuffed them into Don Jack's hand, and smiled and said, "Jack, you are amazing! I knew you could do it. I will continue to cooperate next time I have the chance to continue working. As for that 10% commission, I will send it directly to your house after I get the money."

After hearing this, Don Jack nodded in understanding.

The commission for these gambling funds is definitely not possible to be calculated so quickly, because now it is just now that it is time to lose money and earn money. Fair himself wants to know how much income he has, and at least a few hours later, Tang Jack's commission will definitely be obtained at least tomorrow.

Don Jack didn't know how much it was, but he held the two stacks of banknotes in his hand: "At least it's not less than this one."

After winning the game and getting a salary, Don Jack was in a pretty good mood.

Now, when he lives with Li Xue, what he needs most is money. Every penny is very important. It is a considerable expense to support Li Xue in Morocco to go to school. What's more, Don Jack wants the two to live a rich life, so he must need more dirhams.
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