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At least sixty million!

"Yay!"

Wan Shaopeng who was in the spectator stands, punched fiercely at the air, "Liu Xie! "Damn, this guy is so damn strong. How the hell did he train?"

Wan Shaopeng thought about how he was looking down on Yue Yang before and couldn't help but feel regret. Such a person was someone he should get to know.

"I'm fine."

Wang Dingbiao wiped away the sweat on his forehead. Just now, he had witnessed the battle prowess of that short being.

"This fellow, just what is his strength …" Xu Xiao squinted his eyes, staring straight at Xia Luo.

In next to no time, the person he'd arranged for went on stage.

It was an unassuming Yan Kingdom middle-aged man. She was naked, had a beard, and was tall and sturdy.

"Mask Man, pinch him to death!"

Someone shouted from below.

"I bet this guy can last five seconds at most!" Some people laughed out loud.

The two of them were silent.

"It's the last one. Ah Hao, put all your money on it. Hurry!"

Wan Shaopeng instructed one of his subordinates excitedly.

Including this battle, he had earned a total of ten million yuan. When he went back, he would be able to pay off all his debts.

"Young Master, isn't this a bit unreliable?" The bodyguard said.

"Right, right, it's not too safe. I'll go borrow more money. Let's get more money out of here!"

Wan Shaopeng excitedly took out his phone, and quickly found two Manager Yang and one Manager Liu and lent them another 10 million, letting his men bet all on Xia Luo winning.

"Wan Shaotian, you are bold!" The beauty said coquettishly.

"Heh heh, what's there to be afraid of if he dies in the sky!"

Wan Shaopeng started laughing at the beauty's beauty. He couldn't lose anyway.

Seeing his steady look, Xiao Leibin shook her head and couldn't help but feel pity for him.

He himself, knew the inside story, but in order to not attract attention, he bet five million Xia Luo s on it. Even so, he could still earn a lot!

The match quickly began.

The middle aged man took the initiative to attack Xia Luo, with a direct punch, he punched straight at Xia Luo's face.

Xia Luo dodged it easily and returned the punch.

Both sides had battled fiercely for a few rounds, and everyone could see that the middle-aged man was very powerful. He could actually fight Mask Man for so long?

"Ten thousand..." Wan Shao, nothing will happen to you, right? " The beauty in Wan Shaopeng's arms said.

"Crow's beak!" "Cao Nima, if you continue to speak such nonsense, I'll kill you!"

Wan Shaopeng glared at her fiercely. He started to panic, and he had a very bad premonition.

"I bet five million on you, you can't lose! If you lose, I can only drag my wife and son out of the building!"

"Go!" Kill him! "

The spectators all started to panic, all of them waving their arms and cheering Xia Luo on.

"Puchi!"

The middle-aged man 'found a flaw' in Xia Luo's attack. With a palm strike, Xia Luo's chest was hit, and a large mouthful of blood sprayed out.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

"Thump thump thump."

Clutching his chest, Xia Luo retreated a dozen steps, leaned on the barrage rope, and said while gritting his bloody teeth: "Sir, could it be that in the legends... the successor of the Tathagata Divine Palm? "

"What?" Buddha's Palm? "

The middle-aged man was stunned and immediately responded, "Yes, that's right! Brat, with your little strength, being able to take a hundred moves from me is something that you can be proud of in Yan Kingdom's martial dao world! "

"I'm going to kill you!"

Xia Luo roared as he stood up from the ground, and rushed towards the middle aged man, the latter laughed disdainfully, and struck him right in the chest.

"AHH!"

Xia Luo screamed out, his body flying seven to eight meters away from the stage, smashing onto the ground, and unable to get up.

"What the heck?"

The middle-aged man was dumbfounded. Was he really that powerful? How could he send someone flying this far with a single palm?

"..." Lost, lost? "

The hundreds of spectators present were all dumbfounded.

The Striker had won 31 consecutive rounds, but he had been defeated by a baffling fellow just like that?

"The winner is Lu Yi from Shandong, Master Lu!"

The referee raised the middle-aged man's hand and loudly shouted.

"The dark, this is definitely the dark!"

"How shameless, return the money to me!"

"Mask Man, you piece of trash, it was all for nothing that I trusted you so much! You owe me money! "

The crowd was in an uproar.

A large group of people swarmed towards the backstage of the boxing market. They wanted to return the money, but were stopped by the bodyguards who shot at them.

"Hehe, Young Master Wan, you've lost quite a bit, right?"

Just then, Xiao Leibin walked to Wan Shaopeng's side and patted his shoulder. The latter's face was ashen.

"Here's a piece of advice for you. Never put an egg in a basket."

"Scram, Scram!" Get lost! "

Wan Shaopeng suddenly erupted and flung Xiao Leibin's hand away, throwing all the beverages, seeds and fruits on the table to the ground in anger.

The two beauties ran away in fright, while the bodyguards sighed endlessly.

"How could this be …" How could this be! My 20 million! It's all gone, it's all gone! "

If he had won the money, he would have been able to pay off his debts, and he would have had hundreds of thousands more to show off to others. But now, his debts were high and his debts were even higher!

"What's wrong with him?"

At this time, Xia Luo walked over and asked Xiao Leibin.

"I bet on you to win, bet on twenty million, all lost." Xiao Leibin shrugged his shoulders.

"..." "Pfft, hahahahaha!"

Xia Luo endured for a second, and then very immoral, he exploded into a wave of loud laughter, to the point that his stomach was about to cramp up. Twenty million, oh no, no, you think too highly of me, don't you? "

"Mask kid …"

Wan Shaopeng crawled up from the ground, and stared at Xia Luo with a murderous look on his face, "Say, you guys didn't do any fake punches, and instead did it in secret! That must be it! "

"Master Wan, you can say whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. What evidence do you have to prove that I faked my punches?" Xia Luo immediately smiled.

"You, on the other hand, are like a snake swallowing an elephant. Who can you blame if you lose to the heavens?"

"You …"

Just as Wan Shaopeng wanted to speak, his chest suddenly felt heavy, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

He was so angry that he vomited blood!

"Young Master!"

A few bodyguards rushed forward.

Xia Luo and Xiao Leibin looked at each other and laughed, then walked towards the backstage of the fist market.

At this time, most of the people causing trouble had already been chased away.

"Mr. Luo Feng!"

Xu Xiao laughed heartily as he came out to welcome his. He gave his a warm hug.

"Where's my money?" Xia Luo said coldly.

"Ugh …" "Hur hur, Mr. Luo is too direct. However, I like people who are straightforward!" Xu Xiao was not annoyed either, and laughed: "That portion, has just entered your card."

Xia Luo took out his phone, and looked at the balance of the World Bank storage card, as expected, it increased by 30 million.

"Only thirty million?"

Xia Luo shifted his gaze from the screen to Xu Xiao, "I've looked for someone to see the amount of the bet, at least, it's 60 million!"