Two elbows and one leg. This Burmese fighter's punches, kicks, and elbows were too powerful, weighing more than a thousand pounds!
Four of his ribs were broken. Fortunately, his internal organs were not seriously injured. If he had not been kicked off the stage, he might have died in the ring today!
Returning to his seat, he saw a dark purple patch below Qian Fengnian's left rib. It was obvious that it had collapsed. Du Jiuye was shocked and whispered, "Dojo Master Qian, how is the injury? Is it serious? "
"Four broken ribs, but it's not life-threatening."
Qian Fengnian's expression was gloomy, as if he had aged ten years in an instant. "Strength is the bane of youth … Nine Masters, I'm sorry, I've disappointed you."
"Don't say that. You've tried your best, Dojo Master Qian."
Ninth Master Du heaved a long sigh and slowly shook his head.
"That's because your cultivation is too weak, and you've never truly entered the path."
A calm voice suddenly sounded beside him. "For a true cultivator, strength is not the bane of youth."
"Pei … Mr Pei? You're here? "
Seeing that it was Pei Feng, Qian Fengnian pressed his left rib and struggled to get up.
"No need. Sit down and rest."
At that moment, Fatty Zhao's arrogant voice came from the other side.
"Thank you, Master Luo. Your 60 million and Du Jiuye's 10 million. What a good start! Do you have anyone else? Go on, you've already embarrassed yourself to this extent. You're not afraid of losing again, right? Hahahaha! "
"That son of a b * tch, Fatty Zhao!"
Luo Sanli's face was ashen, but he did not reply to Fatty Zhao.
If the strongest Qian Fengnian had lost, the others would not even need to fight.
As for Pei Feng …
He did not even dare to think about it, let alone ask.
On the last day of the annual competition, every match was a default bet. The loser would have to pay a minimum of 10 million, which could be increased, but there was no limit.
Sunspot was his man, and Qian Fengnian was Du Jiuye's man. After two rounds, each of them had lost 10 million, and he had even bet 50 million on Qian Fengnian … A total of 70 million was gone!
Losing money was secondary. The key was that they had really lost face this time.
In the beginning, they had suffered two consecutive defeats, both to Fatty Zhao … This matter would become a laughing stock for the next year or even a few years, and it would be widely spread in the circle!
On the other side, Fatty Zhao was beside himself with joy.
"Hahaha, what do you think? The master I invited is amazing, right? This master is called Min Dan, the current number one in Burmese Boxing, the famous' Iron Arm King 'of Southeast Asia's underground boxing world. More than 100 underground boxers have died by his hands! "
Some of the big shots around were envious, some were sneering, some were calm, and some were frowning — this' Iron Arm King 'Min Dan was indeed troublesome, but Fatty Zhao was so arrogant, to be honest, he was very annoying.
The next match was very important.
The person who went up had to beat him, or else this Min Dan would achieve three consecutive victories!
The rules of the annual competition's finale day — the contestant with three consecutive victories could leave the stage freely, and had the opportunity to continue fighting. Moreover … regardless of the outcome, he would be able to take away 10 million from the prize pool.
The big shots would definitely not let him win three consecutive victories, and the contestants would definitely not let him take away the 10 million, so … in the third match, this Min Dan must lose!
Min Dan stood in the corner of the stage, adjusting his breathing, recovering his stamina, and quietly waiting for the third challenger to come up — the battle with Nian Fengnian had consumed a lot of his stamina.
In the circle of spectator stands, the big shots were all talking to each other, or whispering to their masters.
…
In the northwest corner.
A young woman with a graceful figure, holding a slender lady's cigarette in her hand, slightly tilted her head and asked, "That Qian Fengnian is the dojo master of Tian Yang Martial Arts Dojo, and he is a famous inner force master in Shanghai, how could he lose to that Burmese boxer, Min Dan?"
The woman was wearing a yellow cheongsam with a slit that went all the way to her thighs. On her feet was a pair of red, vintage, and high-heeled shoes. On one wrist was a large, sparkling and translucent jade bracelet, and on the other wrist was a string of glazed Buddhist beads. She looked gentle and beautiful, and her eyes were ethereal. She was like a woman who had walked out of Jiangnan embroidery.
In addition to the cigarette in her hand … her temperament was very special, like a beauty from the Republic of China, but with a faint sense of unruliness and wildness.
"Miss, you don't know."
Behind her, a middle-aged man with a flattop haircut respectfully said, "This Min Dan is definitely not an ordinary Burmese boxer. He must have practiced some kind of special ancient Burmese boxing secret method that can stimulate the human body to the limit, so his strength is beyond the limit of a normal human body at such a young age, and his defense is also very strong. "
"Qian Fengnian is old, and his cultivation in the Six Harmonies Fist of Xingyi is not strong enough, so he can't truly restrain this Quick Dan … At the end of the day, the two of them should be about the same level of martial arts cultivation, but the young are weak, and when Qian Fengnian went up, he didn't have much confidence, which is the reason why he lost. If he went all out and chose to attack from the beginning instead of defending, he might not have lost to this Min Dan. "
The woman in yellow smiled and leisurely blew out a smoke ring, "Second Uncle, how do you compare to this Min Dan?"
The middle-aged man turned his head and glanced at Ho Lao, who was sitting next to Zhuang Kaigang and resting with his eyes closed, and smiled, "Don't worry, Miss. Except for Zhuang Kaigang, that old ghost from the He family of Jinxi, the others who came today … I really don't think they are worthy of my attention."
"As for that Min Dan, if I go up to the stage, I will definitely kill him within ten breaths!"
In the end, every word was filled with arrogance and domineering, and it was in an unquestionable tone.
"Then I will have to trouble Second Uncle later."
"Don't worry, Miss. Since your Gusu Qin family invited me this time, I will do my best to help you win the championship tonight."
At this point, he took a deep look at Ho Lao and said in a low voice, "Although this old ghost Ho Lao is the direct descendant of the He family of Jinxi, he is the weakest among his six brothers and sisters. Against him … I have an 80% chance of winning!"
At the same time, Zhuang Kaigang also turned his head and looked at Ho Lao who was beside him.
"Ho Lao …"
"Zhuang Dao, don't be impatient. An ant is not worth my time."
Zhuang Kaigang was slightly stunned, "Then let's wait a little longer?"
Ho Lao nodded, "Among the people who came this time, most of them are at the initial stage of inner force cultivation, and there are only a few who are at the advanced stage of inner force cultivation … Don't worry, I will only take action if those who are at the advanced stage of inner force cultivation move."
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Zhuang Kaigang's mouth, "Ho Lao, I am relieved to hear that."
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