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Mai Shancai was so confident that she would definitely kill her way to her knees. After being broken by Ye Zheng who looked like he was at the end of his road, and even got hit on the chin by a hidden fist, Mai Shancai immediately fainted.

In the instant that Mai Shancai was knocked out, the kind Ye Zheng gently supported his shoulder, slowing down the impact of his fall onto the stage, so as to not cause more damage.

The audience was silent. Then, there was a sparse round of applause.

In the eyes of the audience, Ye Zheng was still the weaker party, but his tenacious attitude and ability to resist blows still gained the recognition of a part of the audience.

"One to three!" Nine hundred thousand! "

The broker gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

Before the tournament, he bet all three hundred thousand on Ye Zheng, and earned three times that.

Some spectators suspected that Ye Zheng was "playing the pig to eat the tiger".

However, after seeing his staggering steps, swollen eyes, and blood at the corner of his mouth, his suspicions were dispelled, and he believed that Ye Zheng was merely lucky to have been here twice.

In the third match, which was the finals, his opponent was exceptionally strong. It was impossible for this guy to continue to be lucky.

In the resting room, the manager looked at Ye Zheng with a worried expression.

"If I'm not wrong, in the finals, most of the audience still bet on me losing."

Ye Zheng said indifferently: "They must have thought that I was exhausted."

At this moment, outside the lounge, the audience's cheers were like a tsunami.

Ye Zheng asked in surprise: "The second round of the semifinals has already ended?"

"Your opponent in the finals was a black man from Farsi: Na Ximu."

The manager looked worried. "In the first match, he only used thirty seconds to smash his knee through four ribs and won easily. The second match just now was still a quick victory …"

Ye Zheng coldly snorted as he crossed his arms in front of his chest and reclined on the chair.

"Na Ximu is a madman. I think it's better not to bet. "

The agent said, "I brought 100,000, and now I have 900,000, which is equivalent to 800,000... "I abide by our 40-60% agreement, you can get 320,000 …"

"I'm participating in the finals, what are my odds?"

Ye Zheng asked.

"The auction hasn't started yet, but the odds of winning are definitely above one to five."

the agent said.

"If you bet all nine hundred thousand, you might have four million five hundred thousand."

Ye Zheng laughed mischievously: "Three unpopular matches in one night, you're going to make a fortune!"

"If you lose, I won't have anything left."

the agent said sullenly.

"Let me guess how much strength I'm currently using."

Ye Zheng asked.

"Fifty percent?"

The manager looked at Ye Zheng whose face was swollen, and asked probingly, his face revealing a happy expression.

"A bit more than ten percent."

Ye Zheng said.

"Liar!"

the agent blurted out.

"Believe it or not."

Ye Zheng laughed, he was like an experienced and scheming wolf, "I have experienced many dangerous situations, compared to it, fighting in the fighting arena is much easier than eating and sleeping."

"I'll bet everything on you!"

The manager's expression was solemn. He seemed to have made up his mind and fiercely punched the wall.

The final round of the competition would start between Ye Zheng and Na Ximu.

Ye Zheng was the first to appear on stage. His face still had some bruises and was slightly staggering walking, but he still had a relaxed smile on his face.

The hostility from the audience towards him was less intense, and some of them applauded him.

Soon after, Na Ximu appeared.

He was a black man from the European developed country of Farsi. His face was dark, his nose was heavy, and his eyes shone with cruelty.

Na Ximu stepped onto the stage and took off her black silk robes. He had a thick neck, and all the muscles of his body were as sturdy as knives or axes, causing chills down one's spine.

"He must be overweight."

Ye Zheng said to the manager.

According to his eyes, Na Ximu was about 175 centimeters tall and at least 80 kilograms in weight.

"Can you win?"

When the manager saw Na Ximu's physique, he was quite nervous.

Although Ye Zheng was also very robust, in terms of fighting skills on the arena and weight, he had an advantage in terms of strength.

"I've seen a guy bigger than him."

Ye Zheng did not mind.

Na Ximu's record for participating in the professional competition was 22 matches and 2 losses. Although it looked like she was not that amazing, the two matches he lost, were both disqualified due to malicious violations of the rules.

Due to Na Ximu's cruel style and serious violations of the rules, the professional fighting organization had revoked his competition license. Thus, he left Europe, roamed the world, and participated in all kinds of bare-handed fighting competitions and black-market competitions. His purpose was not to earn money, but to enjoy the pleasure of torturing her opponents.

In the first round, every thirty seconds, Na Ximu would smash her knee into her opponent and break four of her ribs.

In the second round, the first round had a total of forty-four seconds. Na Ximu used her hands that were wrapped in hemp rope to break her opponent's chin.

When the frantic referee rushed forward to stop him, he took the opportunity to elbow his opponent in the nose.

In the eyes of the audience, although Ye Zheng, a foreign fighter, had stumbled all the way to where he was by relying on his tenacious willpower and dog shit luck, he still could not defeat Na Ximu no matter what.

At this time, the odds of Ye Zheng winning had already reached 1: 7, it was even more outrageous than the manager had estimated.

The broker's heart nearly jumped out of his throat.

He bet all nine hundred thousand on Ye Zheng and borrowed another hundred thousand bet.

If he won, he would be a rich man for the rest of his life.

The referee called Ye Zheng and Na Ximu together and warned them about the rules of the competition.

Na Ximu's face was filled with malice, he fiercely pushed Ye Zheng away, causing Ye Zheng to stagger a step forward, and revealed a modest smile.

"Kill you!"

Na Ximu muttered in French.

The two of them returned to their respective corners.

When the bell rang, Na Ximu who had a sinister expression on her face rushed out like a black beast, the audience released a terrified cry, the aura of the black man, was not fighting, but killing!

Unexpectedly, Ye Zheng did not flinch at all and stepped forward to welcome him, a cold light flashing past his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, the timid and helpless "Ye Zhou" of the first two matches …

It was replaced by the ferocious lone wolf, Ye Zheng!

Na Ximu's fists were very fast and she had a lot of strength!

But then, Ye Zheng's figure flashed, he easily dodged the incoming fist, and welcomed it.

Ye Zheng had abandoned all kinds of complicated techniques. His trick was only one word: Fast!

It was as fast as the lightning in the sky!

It was so fast that it surpassed everyone's expectations!

Na Ximu had encountered the darkest moment of her life.

His jaw was shattered by a single punch, and he instantly lost consciousness, falling down heavily like a huge tree that had been cut down.

At this moment, the match had only lasted 8 seconds …