Su Pan immediately found something wrong. He said a few words to the man with a little apology, and then said to the letter: "This is my VIP, the most famous master in Southeast Asia (meaning the altar). How can you offend him? Don't apologize to him!"

At this time, the letter was still in a fierce battle between heaven and man in his mind, and it was very painful. Moreover, he was deeply surprised because of the abnormality between his eyebrows. He could not hear Su Pan's words. Su Pan's expression suddenly became a little annoyed. Instead, he looked at the letter with a very meaningful meaning, waved his hand to Su Pan to signal that he didn't mind it.

Xin took a deep breath to calm his violent heartbeat. He folded his hands together, bowed to Su Pan, and then sat next to Chachai. His game was in the eighth game, so he had enough time to rest and observe his opponents. You can imagine Su Pan's painstaking efforts and caution.

Although he was a little afraid of the savior, he was far from reaching the level of fear. However, everything had an indescribable familiarity, so that he had no intention of observing his opponent for a time.

His mind was filled with the memories that were about to touch the edge, and it was almost the same. Perhaps, this savior would be an important condition for him to solve the mystery.

If Su Pan knew that the random thoughts in Xin's mind were at this time, he would definitely be thrown into the huge contrast of the blind man with a charming look, and he would roar: "Guawazi, concentrate!" But he was not a god, and he could not detect the deepest part of others' hearts.

It was not until the sound of huge punches and flesh suddenly came from the ground, and then the letter woke up from the confusion. He saw an extremely strong bald black man riding his opponent under him, and a pair of iron fists seemed to fall down like a storm. His opponent was bleeding and completely lost the ability to counterattack, but the black man still refused to give up. Until his opponent disappeared even a slight convulsion on his fingers, he stood up satisfied and raised his arms and shouted!

At this time, his face was not only covered with sweat beads, but also his opponent's shrill blood. The black man twisted his neck and walked down the ring with big striking strides. Naturally, a paramedic rushed to the stage to touch the loser's neck artery. Finally, he shook his head regretfully. A staff member immediately came to drag the body away. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the blood on the ring was not wiped off, but was just placed there. Against the background of the white ring, the blood stains looked extremely dazzling.

Su Pan laughed and said to the letter: "My eyes have always been very accurate. This guy comes from the American boxing industry and is very strong. Of course, with your skills, he will not be your opponent. As for that islander, I don't think you will meet him before the final." This sentence confirmed his behavior of manipulating the lottery.

Xin smiled bitterly and said, "That means, I won't have too strong opponents all the way?"

Su Pan shrugged and said, "I have lost for two years, so I absolutely cannot accept failure this year." He actually added for granted: "Since I was hosting the competition, why can't I make a little use of the rules? You must know that luck is also part of strength."

Xin felt that Su Pan smiled like a rat who stole oil, and there was no such thing as a hero. He said helplessly: "Then you might as well find a few rookies to participate in the competition, I promise to win."

"No!" Su Pan flatly refused. He pointed to the dark private rooms around him because of the glass blocking the surroundings: "These are my VIPs. They have Jewish consortiums from the United States and oil princes in the Arab world. I can say that if someone throws a bomb here now, the global economy will be greatly affected. They are here because I can bring what they want, and I also need what they bring to me."

He patted Xin on the shoulder and continued, "So I can only save you some physical strength under certain circumstances. If you think I can control everything, then, boy, will you die miserably?" He said very seriously and seriously. "I have put a heavy bet on you, don't let me down."

Xin Yaran laughed: "I always thought you should be the kind of dictator who is the master of the world."

Su Pan couldn't help laughing: "I like your directness, but I'm neither stupid nor stupid." He began to appreciate the letter a little bit, not only ruthless, but his brain was smart enough. More importantly, he had been in power for a long time, and it was difficult for anyone to talk to him so equally, but Xin did it. Although he could kill this kid in the next second, he still admired him.

Next, Xin saw the sumo wrestler. His opponent was a Brazilian who was good at Capola. This was destined to be an unfair game. Capola emphasized adding various forms of attacking skills to dance-like movements, especially Capola's sitting and kicking skills, which is one of the most powerful kicking techniques in the world. (That is, a person sitting on the ground and kicking suddenly out, its swing angle and speed are much higher than most kicking skills.)

This fighting technique emphasizes agility and variability.

It is even known as the Brazilian war dance.

But he met a sumo wrestler at Henggang level.

The monster who is over two meters tall and weighs more than two hundred kilograms!

No matter how flexible and changeable his attack method is, the thick fat layer of sumo wrestles well withstand his attacks. Just like the close-kick between agile heroes and power heroes in the game, once the agile hero cannot suddenly attack the powerful hero and kill him, his nightmare will come.

The Brazilian hit the sumo wrestler at least ten times and punched him at least twenty times, but the sumo wrestler just endured it, and finally seized the opportunity and grabbed the Brazilian!

Then, it seemed to be a freehand collision, but in fact it was a combination of his huge body and acceleration! Just a moment, the Brazilian died as miserable as a cockroach hit by slippers!

This is the terrifying impact of the sumo wrestler. Even if he was calm Ruoxin, his wrist could not help but shake. The sumo wrestler could win the last championship because he was not a false reputation, but a real and powerful person!

Xin suddenly smiled slightly, and the fighting spirit in his eyes rose. He began to look forward to a fierce collision with this giant. I don’t know if his knees and elbows are powerful or the fat man’s brute force is better!

Then the next step was the competition between kick boxing and Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu. The result was no suspense. The kick boxing, which is good at kicking and hitting skills, met Barou, who is mainly joint skills. In a few rounds, the man from the Brazilian Gracie family was directly clamped the cervical artery with a broken head lock. It was like a prey trapped in the death of anaconda, and quickly fell into a coma in just a few seconds.

Xinhu stood up and said to Su Pan: "General, please allow me to leave. I can't wait to prepare for my competition." His expression made Su Pan very satisfied. Su Pan waved his hand and signaled that he could leave. Xin immediately left. Seeing this, Cha Kuai quickly left.

He looked at the place where the letter disappeared for a long time before he said to Su Pan: "General, you found a good player. You can barely resist my pressure. This really surprised me." Although this person was over 50 years old, his voice did not look hoarse and old. On the contrary, he was as gentle and magnetic as a young man.

Su Pan replied with a lustful look: "This kid is not only strong, but more importantly, he is smart and decisive enough."

"Oh?" asked quite interested, Su Pan successfully aroused his curiosity.

"You know I have a gladiatorial selection among Muay Thai boxers." Su Pan said: "That kid killed five people in one breath. Then, before I announced the start of the final battle, he killed two other powerful competitors in front of me!"

"Hiss..." Even Ting, who was used to the strong wind and waves, took a breath. He understood Su Pan. He seemed gentle and elegant, but he was actually a murderous person without blinking. This young man from the Celestial Empire could actually control Su Pan's pulse and take it as a bold and meticulous person.

While Yu Supan was talking, he pondered: "Is this kid..." Then he laughed at himself again: "Impossible, if it is true, how could it not be able to stop my simple pressure?"

He came here for an extremely important task, but at this time he was still curious about Su Pan. Su Pan could climb to his current position, and he had unknown how much blood was stained on his hands. He was getting older and was also in the Buddha's kingdom. He was still a bit awe of the saying of cause and effect of reincarnation. Ting's name means a holy altar. I imagine how famous his head-sucking technique has become in Southeast Asia. At this moment, he deliberately criticized Su Pan for giving in to such a person. Su Pan naturally knew everything.

The more I heard it, the more I felt more shocked. I lost my memory. The man from the Celestial Empire, the boy, was he fished it out from the river. Could it be that he?!

But why did his reaction to his own mental pressure is only slightly stronger than that of ordinary people?
Chapter completed!