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Who would have thought that a foreign boxer would be invited today? This was a great surprise to the returning guests.

Seeing that the crowd below had become restless, Qiao Yunjie continued to praise himself: "Hehe, I was the one who brought those foreigners back, they are all as strong as calves. To be honest, it's more formal than what we have here. "

"Then do you have anyone who can beat them?" Only a evenly matched competition would look good, Wei Fan asked.

Qiao Yunjie and the others had thought of this before, and a boy who was sitting on the left of Wei Fan also spoke out: "We have an expert of the Eight Level Fist Stage, when we can't beat that bunch of foreigners, we can let him go on stage. The situation will not be one-sided anyway, if that happens, no one will be willing to come again."

These imps were all talking about this, Wei Fan sighed: "If only you all were to put all this effort into studying."

Speaking of results, Qiao Yunjie said embarrassedly: "Brother Wei, I am our year's number one, Old Du and the others are not bad too."

This group of children really did not delay anything. Wei Fan looked down at the two people who were fighting on the stage.

One was Chinese. He was bare-chested and had some muscles, but he was far from being a match for the foreigner. The American white man's hands and feet were two meters tall and his muscular arms were almost as thick as a woman's waist. The moment he got on the stage, the atmosphere below the stage became even more heated.

The fighters wouldn't easily reveal their real names, and the two people on the stage also had nicknames. The Chinese man was called Qing Niu, and the white fighter was called Yan Shi. Looking at his well-developed muscles, normal attacks really wouldn't deal much damage.

Realizing that Wei Fan was staring downstairs, Qiao Yunjie thought that he had become interested and encouraged him: "Why don't Brother Wei choose someone to play with as well?"

Wei Fan casually knocked on Qiao Yunjie's head: "I wonder if I have any money on me? If it's up to me, that green ox should be able to win. "

Qiao Yunjie and the others did not have much research on these, there were some other professionals in the fighting arena, otherwise, these young masters would not be able to play so easily.

With only a few minutes left to the audience to place their bets, the referee officially announced the start of the boxing match.

The boxing ring was a full three times larger than the regular one, giving the boxers room for mediation. That green ox knew that it couldn't go head to head with a rock, so it didn't act rashly.

Rock had never placed his opponent in his eyes since the start of the match. Although he had seen some of the magical Chinese kung fu, he could not detect any sense of danger from the green ox. Having been in the black boxing arena around the world for so many years, the fact that the rock was still alive and kicking was a manifestation of its strength. After so many years, the rock could not help but be enhanced by fighting skills. Rather, it was an ability to sense danger.

He had once met a black opponent, and that black guy gave him a feeling of fear. After a simple test, the rock found out that it was indeed undefeatable, so it simply surrendered.

Some people called him a coward at the time, but in the following matches, the nigger was like an Asura of Hell, maiming three fighters in one night.

It turned out that the nigger had taken medicine that night, which greatly increased his strength and reaction speed. Although the underground boxing ring had rules forbidding the use of drugs like stimulants, there was no test. As a result, the black man took too much of it and died on the way to the hospital.

Thus, the rock had gained the title of a smart person.

Facing this Chinese man who was always dodging, Rock could no longer hold his temper. He sprinted towards the green ox, intending to crush it to the ground.

Seeing that the white man was finally no longer able to endure, a sly smile appeared on the corners of the green ox's mouth. However, it moved quickly and dodged to the side.

The rock didn't reach the calf, but it continued to chase after it.

What the audience yearned for was the stimulation of fists to fists against fists. At this moment, however, there was a chasing game on stage. Although it was quite exciting, the green cattle could escape the rocks several times, but it was still not enough to enjoy the show.

The most important thing in the underground audience was the opinions of the audience. Upon hearing the audience's cheers, the referee took out his microphone and first warned the green ox in Chinese, then said something to Rock in English.

The Ox didn't want to continue hiding. It used its mind to feel that the Caucasian man's breathing was getting faster and faster. Its movements were no longer as nimble as before. This was the Ox's plan.

Some people could see that, for example Qiao Yunjie frowned and looked for a while, then smiled: "This green ox is quite lively, I get my reward."

Rocks could also feel their stamina dwindling, but the loathsome Chinaman was only a few meters away, as if he could reach out and grab her. As long as they could capture him, victory was certain.

Rock licked his lips and once again swung his fist at the Green Bull.

The Cyan Bull dodged to the back of the rock with a speed that exceeded everyone's expectations and threw the rock to the ground with a kick.

Facing such an attack, the rock actually flipped and got up. However, the Cyan Bull had already planned for this and heavily smashed into the rock at its waist. The Azure Ox also knew some of the arts of tendons and veins. Once it was hit on the waist, no matter who it was, they would not be able to get away with it.

The rock fell to its knees with a flushed face, unable to get back up.

Although this round didn't see much blood, the victory was indeed ingenious, and the entire audience cheered upon this.

After confirming that the rock had lost its ability to fight, the referee stepped onto the stage and announced the victory of the green ox.

Qing Niu had won this round. He had two choices, one was to continue guarding the battle, and the other was to take the prize of 100,000 yuan and leave the stage.

Everyone thought that Qing Niu would continue to fight, but after a moment of thought, he took the money and left.

The audience was disappointed, but on the second floor, Wei Fan and Qiao Yunjie's faces were full of looks. They felt that this Qing Niu was a talented person, and was worth investing in.

The second group was also Chinese versus Russian, but this time the Russians won. This match was quite exciting. The two of them had faces covered in blood, making the audience, who were looking for excitement, extremely satisfied.

The Russian boxer chose to continue to defend the ring. He was taking a short break on the stage, waiting for his next opponent to come on stage. Suddenly, a dozen or so people pushed their way to the side of the ring.

The leader was a young man who looked to be about the same age as Wei Fan. He looked at the entire audience, then raised his head and saw Qiao Yunjie sitting on the second floor.

The young man had a very sincere smile on his face, yet Qiao Yunjie had a face full of gloominess. "Draw a path."

"Very simple, whoever loses will have to close the ring. As for the rules of the tournament, it's not going to end until one side dies. Do you dare? "