After Yu Qian, other tycoons from Jiangsu, Zhejiang, and Shanghai also arrived one after another.
The arrival of each tycoon would attract numerous gazes and discussions — these powerful tycoons were also the highlight of the annual competition. Many people came not only to watch the annual competition, but also to see these tycoons.
"Damn! Look, the great director Zhuang Kaigang is also here! "
"The one beside him is … the overlord of Shanghai, right?"
"Yo, Du Lixian, Luo Sanli, and Yun Moshan, the three from Chong 'an District are also here."
"What? Is this Miss Qin from the Qin family in Gusu? Why didn't Old Master Qin come this year? "
…
The tycoons took their seats one after another, and the atmosphere gradually became tense.
Most of the people who gambled in the annual competition had grudges against each other. The battle was imminent, and no one would give way to each other. Everyone was holding back their energy and planned to win tonight.
Among all the people, the one who received the most attention was Yu Qian.
It was not because of his identity, for he was not ranked among the many tycoons present. It was because of the wild words he said before the competition — suppress all the heroes and dominate the annual competition!
Du Jiuye and others stared at Yu Qian, and Zhuang Kaigang was also staring at Yu Qian.
Yu Qian calmly crossed his legs and pretended to win. But there were only Master Ma Yunbiao and a few followers sitting next to him, and there was no figure of the great master he invited.
Zhuang Kaigang looked at him coldly for a moment, and then withdrew his eyes. "Ho Lao … I'm counting on you tonight."
Ho Lao smiled proudly. "Don't worry, Zhuang Dao, I will help you win tonight."
…
Not far away, Du Jiuye's face was gloomy, Luo Sanli's legs were shaking non-stop, and from time to time, he would glance at the entrance of the villa. Yun Moshan also looked restless.
Since yesterday morning, they hadn't seen Pei Feng's shadow. He didn't return to the house at night, and his phone couldn't be reached.
Seeing that the match was about to start, but there was still no sign of him, the three of them were very anxious.
"Nine Masters, where do you think Mr Pei went? I can't get through to his phone, and he's nowhere to be seen. Will he not come? "
"Let's wait a little longer." Du Jiuye glanced at Yu Qian, who had a smug expression on his face, and said in a deep voice, "The expert that Yu Qian invited is nowhere to be seen, so there's no rush. Besides, who do you think Mr Pei is? It's not up to us to decide whether he comes or not. Let's just sit here and wait. "
In the arena, after the host's brief opening speech, a loud gong sounded, and tonight's challenge officially began.
"What's up? Who's going to start first? "
A bald fatty wearing a gold chain stood up, looked around, and finally, his eyes fell on Luo Sanli. He grinned and said, "Yo, Master Luo, long time no see! Why don't … we do the same thing this year, and have a match first? "
As soon as he saw this person, Luo Sanli's face turned cold, and he stood up abruptly. He glared at the other person and said coldly, "Fatty Zhao, don't be so damn arrogant! Do you think I'm afraid of you?! "
The bald fatty was the underground boss of the Huangpu District, known as Fatty Zhao. They had fought over territory before, and there was a deep hatred between them. In the previous few annual meetings, the two had fought several times, and Luo Sanli had lost the most.
Opposite him, Fatty Zhao threw his head back and laughed, "What's up? Jiangnan's Zhou family didn't come this time? Without Zhou Guangping's support, do you think you can beat me this time? Dream on! "
As he said that, he turned around and waved his hand. Behind him, a short and stocky man with strange tattoos walked out. His arms and calves were tied with a thick layer of hemp rope, and his body was covered with strange tattoos.
The arena was nearly three meters high, and there were steps on both sides of the arena. But this man ran a step, and suddenly leaped into the air, somersaulted in the air, and landed firmly on the arena. His body did not even sway.
He was short in stature, but his astonishing jumping ability and solid foundation skills … were astonishing.
Seeing this scene, Sunspot's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he whispered, "A Burmese fighter?"
Burmese was also known as "Bin Dao", and it was similar to Muay Thai in that they both used elbows and knees. But compared to the world famous Muay Thai, the relatively unpopular Burmese was actually more primitive and vicious.
Burmese was an unrestricted free combat technique, and its training methods were primitive, hard, and barbaric. It focused on attacking the opponent's head, throat, and genitals, and its fighting style was very cruel and vicious.
In Myanmar Temple, it was common for Burmese Boxing contestants to die in the ring. It was precisely because Burmese Boxing was too cruel and ruthless that it couldn't enter international competitions, nor did it spread all over the world like Muay Thai.
Although Burmese was only popular in the Burmese Temple, experts knew that a truly powerful Burmese fighter should not be underestimated, and even Muay Thai fighters were wary of Burmese fighters.
"Sunspot, go, win this match, and don't embarrass me!"
The corner of Sunspot's mouth twitched slightly, and he slowly walked toward the arena with a serious expression.
He was no stranger to Burmese, and he had studied it for a period of time.
Burmese people tended to be short, so Burmese fighters were generally not tall, but short didn't mean they were weak.
The Burmese fighter in the arena looked to be less than 1.6 meters tall, but he was definitely an expert in Burmese Boxing!
There was a common training method for Burmese fighters, which was to tie oiled hemp ropes to their arms or legs, and then smash them against rocks.
This training method was very barbaric, and it often broke the bones of the arms and legs, and then continued training after they healed, until they developed iron arms and legs that were extremely resistant to beatings.
Also, Burmese fighters had a traditional habit. Every time they defeated an opponent, they would get a tattoo on their body. The more tattoos there were, the more opponents the fighter had defeated, and the stronger he was.
Although the Burmese fighter in the arena was less than 1.6 meters tall, his body was very thick and strong, like a refrigerator.
Both his arms and legs were tied with thick hemp ropes, which meant that he had trained both his arms and legs to the point that he had real iron arms and legs.
The tattoos all over his body were messy and ugly, but at a glance, there were at least a hundred tattoos. There was not enough space on his body, and the tattoos were all over his face. This level of tattoos … this person was definitely a very powerful Burmese fighter.
Since Luo Sanli had spoken, Sunspot had to go, but he had no confidence at all.
He was actually best at saber techniques, and his martial arts were average. A challenge in the arena where weapons were not allowed was very disadvantageous to him, not to mention … it was the last day of the annual competition, and the contestants on the arena were definitely not weak.
But he had no choice, the boss had spoken, and he had to go!
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