Shi Zhenxiang couldn't help but feel angry and amused when he saw He Zhixiong signing a "life and death clause".

He also knew He Zhixiong's background and knew that He could fight on Yunzhou Road.

But he also did not think that He Zhixiong could beat Basong.

You came to the stage just to die, but only delayed my victory by a few minutes.

It's okay, let you struggle to death.

Shi Zhenxiang is now in a mentality of "cats and mice to kill you".

Although He Zhixiong got some affirmation and confidence from Luo Chen, he had never tried his true skills in the end. Facing Basong, he couldn't help but start to feel weak again.

He clasped his hands together in some funny way and said, "Sawadika."

Basong returned with one another: "Sawadika."

He Zhixiong planned to take action first, and learned from Basong just now. When he was performing his salute, he suddenly took action and caught the opponent off guard.

Unexpectedly, Basong likes to engage in soldiers and sneak attacks, so he is naturally prepared for it. This move not only does not threaten Basong, but instead angers him.

The Muay Thai master flashed over He Zhixiong's first punch, blocked the second punch, and then counterattacked like waves.

He Zhixiong had only time to curse "Mamaizi" and was beaten at a disadvantage.

The eight-armed Arhat is as fierce as a vicious ghost.

He Zhixiong fell into the same situation as Gu Chenggang just now.

Basong's offensive was like a tide, and instantly attacked seven punches, six feet, eight knees and eight legs.

He Zhixiong is like a small boat in the sea, floating and swaying.

The audience was a little disappointed, and it was a one-sided situation, and it wouldn't be nice if you watch too much.

The seats in Li Fang are filled with sorrow.

Shi Fang's seat was filled with joy, and Shi Zhenxiang's face was full of lust and he murmured: "Isn't it good to live? Why do people in the world insist on dying and can't even stop them?"

Xu Zimeng nervously grabbed Luo Chen's hand and asked, "Boss, is Brother Big Bear going to lose? Will he be injured and will he die?"

In her opinion, He Zhixiong was quite good to him, no matter whether he was trying to please Luo Chen or something else. Although this "Brother Big Bear" is often very unfair and often makes fun of herself and talks about being sweary, she doesn't want to see him get hurt.

Luo Chen pulled out his hand and patted Xu Zimeng's back and said, "You Big Bear Brother will not lose. He just didn't realize how strong he was. When his consciousness came, the one he should worry about was that Basong."

Sure enough, He Zhixiong's "One Leaf Flat Boat" is different from Gu Chenggang's "One Leaf Flat Boat".

Gu was beaten by the waves and ignored his head and tail, and circled around the sea, trying to wait for the gap between the other party's exhaustion, but he couldn't wait any longer.

He Bulun, although He was stunned at the beginning, he soon calmed down and kept it as solid as a sip in his chest, giving the other party no chance at all.

And while guarding, you observe the opponent's martial arts routines and the way of luck and qi flowing.

Gradually, in the eyes of ordinary people, the incredible attack of the eight-armed Arhat became slower and slower in his own eyes, and it was so slower that it was almost embarrassing.

Basong seemed to have the upper hand, but in fact he was a little anxious because he couldn't defeat him for a long time and did not even disrupt the other party's rhythm. The man on the opposite side had a stable hands and feet, staring at him, and even a rogue-like smile appeared on his face, which was sinister, giving people a shiny heart and felt very bad.

He Zhixiong felt that it was almost done. He had almost understood Basong's way of qi management. This Muay Thai master who practiced the secret methods of ancient Muay Thai was actually very rough, very rough, straightforward, simple and rough, which was much worse than the mysterious method of qi management taught to him by Luo Chen.

He ignored the other party's movements at all, his eyes pierced through the other party's flesh and bones, and only stared at the qi and meridians. When the breath reached the joints, He Zhixiong suddenly rose up and began to fight back.

The situation is steeply reversed, and the pressure on Basong is steeply increasing.

He Zhixiong learned Sanda, and his moves were not very skillful, and he was fucked to the flesh. Moreover, he had been on the front line of the club, struggling in the streets and alleys, and deeply mastered the fighting methods of the ground-spreading and gangsters. Then there are four words - vicious and cruel!

He is cruel, Han Bin is also cruel, and Basong's Muay Thai is also cruel.

But He Zhixiong is more sinister than them.

In addition to the method of promoting qi in "Yi Dao of Huajian" guided by Luo Chen, the Yi Jing washing marrow of Juyuan Dan Tea, He Zhixiong's breath and physical fitness have been greatly improved, which is reflected on the surface, and his strength and speed have been greatly improved.

One punch and one kick, as fast as lightning, and more than a thousand pounds!

Finally, He Zhixiong made a move to "steal peaches" and almost grabbed Basong's crotch.

If Basong had not used his strength to dodge, he would have been afraid that his life would not be protected.

He Zhixiong paused a little, looked at his hand, shook his head, and murmured to himself: "I'm still a little unsure..."

In the audience, Xu Zimeng covered her mouth and said, "Brother Big Bear is so powerful that she actually forced the Siamese man away. But... I just feel that his fight is so despicable..."

Luo Chen also shook his head and smiled bitterly. This guy...

Basong's expression changed in horror.

His face has changed so much for the first time since he appeared on stage.

Since he followed his master to practice the secret method of ancient Muay Thai, he has been invincible and defeated many masters. He thought he was a top figure, but today he almost suffered a loss in the hands of a person who looked like a gangster. However, this person is not simply a gangster. He feels that his strength is much higher than his own, but he doesn't know why he doesn't seem to know how to use his own power.

Basong has made a living by fighting the black boxing ring all year round, and has met powerful opponents before, but he can defeat them one by one because of the courage in his heart that he is fearless of death.

You are better than me, but I am more cruel than you!

Seeing He Zhixiong's smiley appearance, he got the advantage but did not pursue him. What does it mean? Do you deliberately give yourself one shot?

Basong was furious. He was an eight-armed arhat who was rampant in Southeast Asia. How could he be humiliated lightly?

He roared angrily and activated the ancient Muay Thai secret technique. The blue veins all over the body burst, and the skin instantly turned as black as iron. The whole person swelled around, turning from a small person who was originally 1.6 meters tall into a man two meters tall!

"The secret technique of self-sacrifice of ancient Muay Thai?!" Qian Zhenhua had already seen it and squinted his eyes and said, "Na Basong is desperate. The secret technique of self-sacrifice of ancient Muay Thai can only be used at most five or six times in his life. After each use, the vitality will be greatly damaged and the life span will be damaged. Of course, the power is also quite terrifying!"

Shi Zhenxiang nodded and said bluntly: "The one who dares to work hard is a good comrade. Unlike you, Master Qian, who can give up with one move and give up. Your reward is enough for me to invite two Basongs!"

Qian Zhenhua's face became very ugly.

Shi Zhenxiang ignored it and stared at the stage.

Basong let out a burst of roar, and the eyes that looked at He Zhixiong were red, like a wild beast.

He Zhixiong smiled bitterly and said, "Hey, it's just a fight, it's not a big revenge to kill his father and wife. Is it necessary to fight so hard?"

He is frivolous on the surface, but he actually dares not be arrogant.

Basong had already punched him.

The speed of this punch was faster, and the power was as great as a mountain of storm, which was incredible.

Qian Zhenhua's face turned a little pale. If he had faced a punch like Basong, he would probably not be able to stop the three or five punches.

Although He Zhixiong was shocked and still confused, no matter how strong the other party was, the way to move qi was already mastered by himself.

I stood there unexpectedly, as if I was in a daze, but in fact I used my whole body to feel the changes in the other party's qi and at the same time I used my qi to make corresponding reactions.

After Basong's fist hit half a meter in front of him, He Zhixiong took action.

He used his left hand to urge Basong's fist, and his right hand suddenly clenched, and punched out the same punch.

Bang!

Come first after the trip!

He Zhixiong's fist hit Basong's face, but Basong's fist fell into the empty space.

Before Basong could scream, he had already flew backwards, blood splashed in his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and half of his mouth fell, and he slammed heavily on the ground and couldn't get up.

After the organizer read the five numbers, Basong was still like a pile of mud.

Until the medical staff rushed up and carried him down, many people could not come back to their senses.

After a while, warm applause and cheers burst out from the audience.

After all, He Zhixiong is a Chinese. He defeated Siamese masters so frankly and frankly, which is considered to be a glory for the country, and everyone is naturally willing to support him. Moreover, when Basong beat Master Gu just now, he was a little too aggressive, and He Zhixiong beat him all over the ground, which was very relieved.

Shi Zhenxiang slapped the handrail of the seat and cursed: "Isn't He Zhixiong just a Gu Huozi? Why did he become... so hard? What's going on in Tamad?"

Qian Zhenhua was secretly surprised. The man named "He Zhixiong" knocked Basong unconscious with a punch. It looked simple, but the strength it showed was actually very terrifying.

This is the difference in realm. Qian Zhenhua, Gu Chenggang and others, including Ba Song, have only achieved a small internal strength, which belongs to the early stage of Qi training and has cultivated some true energy. He Zhixiong has reached the middle stage of Qi training and is close to the late stage, and is practicing the "Yi Dao of Huajian" passed down by Luo Chen, which is extremely mysterious, so the gap widens.

Zhongtian was both surprised and envious. Although the current clubs do not advocate fighting and use their brains to do things according to the rules, Gu Huozi's blood was naturally filled with violence and infernal Affairs. He felt that He Zhixiong was too cool on the stage.

Cai Yue nodded slightly, turned his head to look at the audience, where Luo Chen was.

Xu Zimeng jumped up from her seat with excitement, applauded desperately, and her little face turned red.

Li Jiahui was also surprised. He was already desperate and began to think about how to explain to the shareholders about the sale of 12% of the Dashi Dai Dai's equity. But the situation suddenly turned around and hope emerged from the desperate situation. How could this not be delightful?!

He Zhixiong stood on the stage and stared at his fist for a long time, but still couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe that he had defeated the Siamese master who practiced the secret technique of ancient Muay Thai and was known as the "Eight-Armed Arhat".

After listening to the applause of the audience for a long time, he looked up at a corner of the audience. Seeing Xu Zimeng cheering and Luo Chen who smiled and nodded, He Zhixiong was finally convinced that he had won!

He was ecstatic, and at the same time he knew clearly who had brought himself to such a state.

It's Luo Chen!
Chapter completed!