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At this moment, on the second level of the arena, a tall and stout man slowly walked from below the arena to the stage. When he reached the arena, he seemed to be still panting heavily. The short youth stood in stark contrast to the man, like a big bear standing with a little monkey.

Another Underground Fighting Ground host on the second floor said, "Please state your name, challenger."

The fat guy stuck out his tongue to lick his thick lips and said in a low voice, "People say that the meat noodles flying dragon's method..." Muddy dysentery

A few people below the stage shouted loudly, "Fa Ma, the people of Hong Kong Island will all be depending on you today! "You can't embarrass us …"

Fa Mourning looked down at his comrades with a silly smile on his face. He muttered something that sounded like "Taste of thunder and salt."

The gong sounded, and the huge body of the Mad Warrior moved step by step towards the youth. Faced with such a huge figure, the youth from the Dark Magic did not show any fear or even a trace of contempt. Fa Ma let out a loud shout and reached out to grab the youth. Don't judge him by his fat body, but his moves didn't seem clumsy at all. The youth dodged his claw and instantly used a claw to grab him. Although this claw seemed vicious and its power was not weak, it had only scratched the clothes of the Fa Ma. As for the Fa Ma's body, there was not a single trace of injury.

He had probably trained in the legendary Golden Bell Cover, Iron Cloak Robe, and the 13 Protectors' protective skills before. His body was so thick that it looked like it was made of iron.

The corner of his eyes began to shine with tears. He had just bought this clothes from the "Old Wang's wardrobe, the Sea Sans' Home" and was reluctant to tear off the brand at the back, but now it had been torn by this short man. This was undoubtedly carrying his child to jump into a well. He was so angry that he started to retaliate. He made a tricky gesture with his hands, similar to the front claws of a mantis. This was a skill that was passed down in his family, and due to its fierceness, it was not exposed in front of anyone.

"This … this is the fat mantis that had been lost in the martial arts world for more than a hundred years!"

"Ah! Fat Mantis! Isn't that the most vicious move of the Praying Mantis Fist, the kind that kills people without seeing blood?"

Relying on his small body, the youth from the Dark Monastery nimbly dodged the counterattack from the Mask Flu, and then grabbed towards his chest. After a while, after exchanging a few more blows with the Mask Mourning Flames, the boy stepped forward and leaped into the air. He used a series of heart-piercing kicks, kicking a few times against the Mask Mourning Flames.

He hoped that with a few kicks, he would be able to kick this huge monster, Fa Ma, out of the arena. But what made him incomparably shocked was that after a few kicks on his chest, Fa Ma's body only swayed a little, which showed that Fa Ma's iron shirt had long since been trained to the point of being pure fire.

In an instant, he felt as if his legs were being tightly clamped by two iron pincers. At that moment, he felt as if his ankle bones were about to break.

He opened his mouth and let out a furious roar, wanting to throw the youth from the Dark Magic Department out of the arena. Unfortunately, as soon as the boy flew out, he flicked the object in his hand into the man's throat.

With a "gulp" sound, Fa Ma immediately felt the foreign object enter his throat and knew his opponent's way. He hurriedly stretched out his finger to forcefully button his throat.

Sure enough, everyone in the audience saw the body of the youth flying out like a thrown spear, but at the last moment, the boy had extended his five fingers and stuck his claw into the edge of the arena. With the strength in his waist, he steadily returned to the arena, and as he looked at the man facing him, the black gas rushed straight into his brow, his expression pained as he spat out white saliva and fell to the ground, no one knew if he was still alive.

The audience below the stage cried out in alarm. The sinister looking youth's mouth revealed a contemptuous smile. Following that, he let out a triumphant laugh.

"Victory, Underground Fighting Ground Sha Danyuan, requests the next challenger."

Sha Danyuan's laughter had not yet stopped when a red figure shot into the sky from below the stage. After that, the red figure somersaulted in the air and landed on the stage, her figure firmly landing on the stage.

This man's Lightness Exercise immediately won a round of applause from the audience.

It was a young man around 20 years old. He was dressed in red, had a slender figure, and an extraordinary appearance.

He introduced himself, "My name is Sword Crafting Villa. I am Zhu Jianyin, and your distinguished self's techniques are deadly. How about we make an appointment as gentlemen?" He saw the Fa Ma who was carried out of the arena by the staff member. He saw the black air on the staff member's face and his seven orifices bleeding. He feared that the poison had entered his five viscera and that the pills would be unable to save him.

Sha Danyuan noticed that the man was from Sword Crafting Villa, and became a little afraid. He cupped his hands and asked: "Sure, may I ask what gentleman Young Noble is talking about?"

The red-clothed youth held a black iron fan in his hand and said, "You and I will limit ourselves to twenty moves. After twenty moves have passed, I, who have yet to determine the victor, will automatically admit defeat."

Sha Danyuan did not say a word, he paused for a moment and nodded, then said 'please' and immediately rushed towards the red-clothed youth.

At the same time, on the first stage of the competition, Shi En wielded a wooden sword as he stared at the eight opponents, who were standing still, emitting a deathly aura. From left to right, Shi En discovered that the eight people had their chests painted with a red circle. There were even numbers written inside, written out from one to eight, in order.

Shi En looked carefully at the eight opponents, all of them had a gas mask on their heads, other than the opponent number one, the rest had veins all over their body and muscles, all of them seemed to be strength type.

However, what puzzled him was that these eight people had not made any movements since they landed on the stage. Each of them stood there like stone statues.

When the middle-aged man sitting on the Vip Desk saw these eight people enter the stage, his gaze turned towards the Ox-head 'External Devil Human' who was sitting opposite him. He knew in his heart that these eight people were the latest research results of the 'External Devil Group'.

Ox-Head 'External Devil Human' tapped his fingers on the table, then made a gesture towards his subordinate. The subordinate understood, and left the Vip Desk, walking to a dark corner, and took out a xun like musical instrument, silently playing it.

Just at this time, the eight people on the stage seemed to have received an order, they pulled apart their formation and rushed towards Shi En, looking at Shi En who was rushing towards them, his face revealing a nervous expression.

The eight Bio-transformation Deathsworn let out a loud shout at the same time, and rushed towards the benefactor.

Shi En dodged one of their attacks, he could see that these people used all sorts of martial arts, just like the man who kicked his wooden sword, he only used ten kicks. Shi En did not show any signs of weakness, he kicked the wooden sword in his left hand, and used the sword's hilt to hit hard on third opponent's head. third opponent flew backwards and crashed onto the ground, the gas mask he wore on his face cracked, after holding onto the mask for a while he struggled in pain, he fell down and did not move.

The strange thing was, facing the opponent of number three, the rest of them only watched coldly, as if they did not see him, and continued to attack Shi En.

The opponent number four was the closest to Shi En. He used a "tiger claw" to grab towards Shi En's left side, and when Shi En slightly swept past, the opponent number six who was already lying in ambush on the right side already assumed the posture of a white crane spreading its wings, and paired with Number Four's tiger claw to strike towards Shi En's right.

Shi En raised the wooden sword in his left hand and stabbed it, breaking the Tiger Crane Double Form that was number four or six.

Some in the audience seemed to have recognized the martial arts of the fourth and sixth opponents, and shouted loudly: "Tiger Crane Double Form, could it be that it is not the southern fighters Lin and Huang?"

"Didn't both the Striker Lin and Huang disappear three years ago?" I didn't expect to see them here today. "

Lin and Huang, the boxers, were the masters of boxing in the south. According to legend, they were both teachers and friends who practiced martial arts together, and fierce beasts like wolves, wolves, bears, and leopards were found all over the mountain. The two were often caught and trained, so Lin was able to learn Tiger Fist from the Tiger's Strength and Form, while Huang Fist was able to learn Crane Fist with the elegance of a crane.

Among the two, one was powerful and the other was flexible and agile. They had made quite a name for themselves in the south. However, for some reason, they had disappeared into the martial arts world three years ago.

This time, Shi En did not plan to dodge. Everyone saw that Shi En's body was being grabbed by the tiger claw, and at the same time, his other hand grabbed onto Shi En. The person who was being grabbed by the tiger claw was undoubtedly being held back by an iron claw, making it extremely difficult for him to escape.

The gamblers in the audience, as well as Shu Xiaoxiao and the others who were sitting in the resting area all exclaimed out loud when they saw this. They thought to themselves, "Wang Dachui is done for, I think they will lose it all this time." Different from the sullen gamblers, Shu Xiaoxiao was so nervous that he broke the teacups in her hands. The boiling tea water immediately soaked her sleeves.

Shang Qian hurriedly took a dry cloth and passed it to Shu Xiaoxiao, and said in a low voice: "Sister Shu, don't be too worried about Brother Shi En, he must have full confidence in challenging the arena, it's not good for us to reveal our identities right now." As he said that, his eyes slanted to the left and glanced at the Underground Fighting Ground staff members that were looking at them. Shang Qian acted as if he was not worried at all and reminded Shu Xiaoxiao in a very obscure manner.

On the stage, Shi En's body had already fallen into the hands of his opponent no. 4, but his expression did not change, as he raised the wooden sword in his left hand, which was hanging down, upwards.

And he heard a "kacha" sound.

On the four giant screens, there was a scene where a wooden sword accurately hit a certain spot on the opponent number 4.

At this moment, all of the males in the audience couldn't help but feel pity for the challenger. After all, this was the pain of a lifetime for every man.