The old man didn't even take the microphone, and was confident, and spoke to the audience like a loud sound: "Good morning everyone!"

"I am the current president of Nanling Wushu Association, Meng Xiaoke."

"I announce that the biennial Nanling Martial Arts Competition has officially begun!"

"In order to show the might of our Chinese martial arts, the association specially invited several heavyweight contestants to take charge."

"Next, let us invite the three of them to appear on stage with warm applause!"

Before Meng Xiaoke finished speaking, the audience applauded desperately.

Obviously, the part they were looking forward to most was the appearance of these three masters.

As the passionate music sounded, three invited masters walked out from the backstage slowly.

The lead is a tall man in his thirties, shirtless and full of tendons. Search the official account on WeChat: Zhangzhongyun Literature, more chapters, and more author spoilers.

In the middle is a slender, flat-headed man with a straight waist.

The man at the end was a black turban man who looked thin but had a cold light in his eyes.

"I believe that many people here have read their introduction! However, out of respect for the process, I still want to give you a solemn introduction."

As he said that, Meng Xiaoqe pointed to the tall man who took the stage first and said, "This is our last martial arts champion Zhao Yong. Can we successfully defend the title this year? Let's look forward to it together."

Zhao Yong cooperated very much and waved to the audience to greet him, which immediately won the cheers of a group of supporters.

Then the second person on stage was the flat-headed man with straight waists.

"This person has a better background! He is the king of the East China War Zone, Mr. Lin Huan!"

Unlike Zhao Yong, Lin Huan just nodded slightly to everyone and said hello, looking cold and arrogant.

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Especially Xia Yun, who was sitting in front of Xiao Tianmo's left, stood up in excitement.

"Everyone, there is another underground fighter who is experienced and has a 100% winning rate, Zhang Chengguang!"

"Although he is short, he is the uncrowned king in the octagonal cage in the past five years!"

"His 100% winning rate has been broken so far!"

"Today, let's wait and see if he can continue this myth!"

After Meng Xiaoke finished introducing the article, Zhang Chengguang didn't even smile, and only glanced at the audience in the audience with a sinister look.

When those people came into contact with his eyes, their hearts trembled suddenly, and then they felt cold all over their bodies, like falling into an ice cellar.

This person's eyes were really terrible, as if he could kill the other person's life in the next moment.

"My God, he is the legendary black boxing champion? I feel like he can knock people away with just one punch."

"Isn't that? Compared to him, any martial arts champion or the king of the army is not that scary! Every game of such underground black fist is achieved by fighting for life."

"And, I heard that the rules of the octagonal cage are to determine both the winner and lose, and life and death. In other words, if he wins hundreds of games, it means that hundreds of boxers die in his hands."

"Hiss! No wonder his eyes are so scary!"

All the audience whispered to each other.

Hearing these words, Lin Qinghan suddenly became scared.

She turned her head and said to Xiao Tianmo: "Fourth brother-in-law, why don't you... you'd better not go on stage... This underground boxing champion is so terrifying..."

"I deliberately provoked you to participate in the competition, but I just couldn't stand you talking nonsense and wanted you to suffer a little, but I didn't expect you to be really hurt!"
Chapter completed!