"Do you know who I am?" The Eight-armed God came over and said with a ferocious look.
Fangzheng glanced at the Eight-armed God. "A lost lamb that pretended to be a hungry wolf."
"Monk, do you think you have won?" The Eight-armed God sneered and leaned back into his chair. He closed his eyes and said indifferently, "You can stop me once, but can you stop me countless times?"
"Monk?"
The Eight-armed God, who had been acting cool, opened his eyes to look at Fangzheng, only to realize that the fellow was already lying back in his chair with his eyes closed. It was unknown if he had heard what he said.
The Eight-armed God immediately felt a sense of helplessness and defeat.
"Eight-armed God, I've heard of what happened back then. I sympathize with your plight, "Xiaoxun's grandfather said at that moment.
The Eight-armed God coldly swept his gaze at Xiaoxun's grandfather. "What do you know? What you know is what they want you to know. None of you know what happened to me all those years ago! "
"They said that you went berserk in the arena and killed quite a number of people. Eventually, you jumped into the sea after being shot by the security guards," Xiaoxun's grandfather said.
"Heh heh … Do you believe such lies?" the Eight-armed God asked.
Xiaoxun's grandfather shook his head. "No. That's why I want to ask you what happened that day."
The Eight-armed God leaned back in his chair and took a deep breath. "Forget it. Since everything is coming to an end, I'll tell you. I didn't go berserk that day. It was because the other party was scheming and bribed the referee. Even after I beat the other party up like a dead dog, they still wanted to count the winning points in a bid to win. That's what I heard from my coach during the match. He eavesdropped on it … "
"Then?" Xiaoxun's grandfather asked.
"Then? Then I didn't give them a chance to count the winning points … I was trying to give the other party some dignity, giving him a chance to hold on. Since the other party was so sinister, why should I stand on ceremony? 1.5 seconds! I punched him three times, shattering his jaw and sending him into shock. A perfect KO! "The Eight-armed God's eyes were glazed over as though he had returned to the arena that changed his life.
"You won?" Xiaoxun's grandfather asked.
"Yes, but what's the point? The other party said that I killed someone. I killed another opponent in the arena, the trash known as the Tiger of South Asia! Then they called a group of so-called policemen, but those policemen didn't even have badges. I knew it. Something was wrong.
In order to cover me, the coach and the others desperately rushed up to block the police. I took advantage of the chaos and ran away. Later, I heard that they were all dead … "At this point, the Eight-armed God's tears flowed uncontrollably.
"I've heard of it as well. However, their version is that you went berserk and killed the referee and your opponent. Your coach went up to stop you and ended up being killed by you," said Xiaoxun's grandfather.
"Haha … How ridiculous! My coach is my father! My coaching team is my younger brothers! Would I kill my father and brother? "At this point, the Eight-armed God's eyes turned red as if they were about to bleed!
At that moment, he stopped talking and leaned against the back of the chair. His tears flowed silently, and his eyes became more and more blurry. It was as if he had returned to that dark and bloody moment! At the same time, he faintly recounted what he had experienced that day … as if he was telling his last words of life.
No one noticed that a glint flashed across the monk's eyes before he closed his eyes.
Boom!
Fangzheng felt that the quiet atmosphere around him had been shattered by a hubbub and a roar.
Replacing it was a hot-blooded, frenzied, and irascible atmosphere. It was as if the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, ready to explode at any moment! Fangzheng looked carefully and was surprised to find himself at the scene of a fighting competition! In the middle was a fighting ring, and around it were rows of seats. However, no one was sitting there. All of them were shouting at the top of their lungs!
As for what they were shouting about, only they knew. The scene was too chaotic, and the shouts came wave after wave. It was extremely noisy!
This made Fangzheng, who was accustomed to peace, a little uncomfortable. He shook his head and cast his gaze at the ring.
He happened to see the referee announce the start of the match. The Eight-armed God, who was clearly a lot younger and more handsome, charged forward with eyes like those of a hungry wolf. He punched out like a cannon!
His opponent didn't seem to be in a good state. His face was swollen, and his eyes were riddled with bruises. His arms didn't seem to have much strength either. His defenses were blasted open by the first punch, and the second punch followed closely, hitting his face. His opponent subconsciously looked up, and the Eight-armed God followed up with an uppercut, striking his chin heavily. He flew into the air before falling to the ground! His body convulsed, and he couldn't get up.
The referee hurriedly held back the Eight-armed God. At the same time, the opposing coach charged forward with a roar.
Fangzheng walked over and vaguely heard people shouting in Vietnamese. "Wake up! Young Master, wake up! "
Following that, he heard someone roar. "Find the best doctor. Young Master must be saved at all costs! Capture Ong! How dare he win this match? Does he have a death wish? "
As they spoke, a group of people charged at the Eight-armed God. The Eight-armed God's coaching team also ran over and faced the opposing team. Both sides kept arguing, not allowing Ong to leave while shouting that this was a competition!
"Competition? Do you think this is an international competition? This is a private competition sponsored by our company! This is an underground fighting competition! You didn't abide by our rules, so it's against the rules! Bullsh * t victory and bullsh * t prize money! None of you are allowed to leave! "The suited man who had ordered the capture suddenly stood up and pointed at the Eight-armed God fiercely.
"Mr. Nguyen, we were invited to participate in the competition. The boxing arena has no eyes, and life and death are up to the heavens. How can you go back on your word just because one of your men died? "the Eight-armed God's father said.
"Bullsh * t life and death are up to the heavens. We got you here to lose, not to win! Just obediently finish the match and scram! But you actually won! Do you know who your opponent is? The Tiger of Southeast Asia, the nephew of our big boss! All of you are doomed. None of you can leave! "the man said angrily.
"This is a society governed by law. With so many spectators here, do you think you can do whatever you want?" the Eight-armed God said angrily.
"Spectators? The spectators are just fools! I won't touch you, but the police will! " With that said, the man waved his hand, and a group of people in police uniforms rushed over from afar. When the Eight-armed God saw them, he realized that they were clearly wearing imitations of police uniforms. They were all fake policemen! However, the spectators couldn't tell the real from the fake because the scene was too chaotic. It was like someone had died, so it wasn't strange for the police to come.
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