A fierce look flashed in Black Panther's eyes. His strongest skill was his leg technique. He could easily break a stone pillar with a kick. The man in front of him wanted to fight him with his leg. Wasn't he courting death?
He was determined in his heart. His legs suddenly sped up a little, and the two legs collided with a bang.
Strong against strong, leg against leg. Then there was a cracking sound. The two men stopped all their movements and stood on the stage like statues.
"Broken leg. Broken leg. I heard the sound of bones breaking."
"Whose leg is broken? Weak chicken or Black Panther? "
"Of course it's Weak chicken. I've seen Black Panther's leg technique. He can even break a stone pillar with one kick …"
"Are you blind? Don't you see that Black Panther's leg is broken? "
Amidst the boiling noise, people were surprised to find that Black Panther's calf had been kicked into a V-shape by Chen Fugui. The Steel Sweep Leg, which had kicked countless opponents' heads, was actually broken!
Black Panther, who had never been defeated since his debut, was actually defeated! And it was still one move, defeating him from his strongest point!
Feeling the sharp pain coming from his leg, Black Panther couldn't believe that all this was true. His strongest Steel Sweep Leg couldn't beat the Huaxia man in front of him. How was that possible?
Chen Fugui slowly retracted his right leg. His current cultivation had reached the second level of Covert Power. His calf, which was full of Genuine Qi, could even break a steel pillar, let alone a stone pillar. Not to mention one of Black Panther's legs.
"I'll fight you!"
After his failure, Black Panther had lost his mind. He put one hand on the ground and kicked his remaining left leg at Chen Fugui.
As a proud boxer, he couldn't say the word "admit defeat". Moreover, he knew what kind of mission he was shouldering today. If he admitted defeat on the stage, he was afraid that he wouldn't live long after he went down. He would soon be shot to death.
Facing Black Panther's dying blow, Chen Fugui's eyes flashed with contempt again. He raised his hand and punched out.
Generally speaking, a fist was not as powerful as a leg, but the cultivation gap between the two men was too big. One was just an underground boxer, and the other was an expert at the second level of Covert Power. There was really no comparison.
Soon, there was another crack over the boxing field. Black Panther's left leg was broken by Chen Fugui's punch.
After losing his legs, Black Panther could no longer stand. He fell on the ring with a loud crash. He struggled several times but failed to get up.
At the end of the game, Chen Fugui won again.
There was another burst of cheers at the scene. The gamblers who bet on Chen Fugui celebrated their victories one after another. The waitress in a bikini almost jumped up with joy. Two consecutive victories had brought her 100,000 dollars in income.
She turned to look at Qin. and it was because she had followed him to bet that her life changed.
"Sir," she said.
She said to Qin Haodong respectfully.
Qin Haodong smiled. "It's up to you to decide who to bet on. You don't have to thank me."
The waiter said, "Sir, you've won the game again. Would you like to win the prize money or continue to bet?"
Thinking that the man in front of her had already won 100 million dollars, she felt an inexplicable tremble in her heart.
"I'll continue to bet. As usual, bet on Weak Chicken to win." Qin Haodong glanced at the eager waiter and said, "There aren't many chances. If you want to bet, hurry up. There won't be another chance."
"Sir, do you think Weak Chicken will win this game?"
The waiter was a little hesitant. She wanted to bet all 100,000 dollars, but she was a little uncertain. She wanted to quit while she was ahead.
Qin Haodong said with a smile, "Trust me. I bet 100 million dollars. What are you afraid of?"
The waiter thought about it. Qin Haodong didn't hesitate to bet 100 million dollars, which showed that he had enough confidence in Weak Chicken.
Coupled with the previous three victories, she had been completely convinced by Qin Haodong's vision and decided to gamble again.
"Thank you, sir."
After the waiter said that, she also bet all 100,000 dollars in her hand.
On the boxing field, Black Panther, whose legs were broken, had been dragged off. Although the referee was extremely reluctant, he finally announced that Chen Fugui had won the game.
Chen Fugui glanced at him and said, "Is there anyone else who wants to challenge?"
"This …"
At this point, the referee couldn't make the decision at all. He turned his head to look at the manager of the boxing field.
The manager was also anxious with a cold sweat on his face. Even Black Panther, the strongest in the field, had his legs broken. Who dared to challenge this terrible Huaxia man?
At this moment, a cold voice came from the door of the boxing field, "Huaxia man, I'm here to challenge you."
Everyone looked at the source of the voice and saw a two-meter-tall white man appear at the door of the boxing field. This guy weighed more than 100 kilograms and looked much stronger than King Kong. He was like a big white bear walking. Every step he took caused the boxing field to tremble.
The man had a yellow mohawk on top of his head. He looked like a hippie gangster in a Western movie. However, the expression on his face was extremely serious at this time, and his whole body exuded a strong murderous aura.
He was the chief instructor of the Bloody Clothes Team, Anthony from the Siberian training camp, nicknamed Big White Bear.
Seeing Anthony appear, Qin Haodong's face changed a little. This guy didn't have any internal cultivation method. He only relied on crazy training to stimulate his personal potential to raise his cultivation to the peak of the ninth level of Overt Power, which was very rare.
If he wasn't worried, there was an essential difference between Overt Power and Covert Power. After all, Chen Fugui was still a few levels higher than this guy.
And as a former Soldier King, Chen Fugui would not lose to the big white bear in front of him in terms of killing skills and fighting skills.
In the backstage of the boxing field, Ruan Chengfa breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Anthony appear on the big screen. Otherwise, he really didn't know how to end today.
Qin Haodong had just bet 50 million dollars in this game. Although he had adjusted the odds to 1: 2, he still had to pay a bet of 100 million dollars in the end.
Although the boxing field made a lot of money before and could take out so much money, he was afraid that Ruan Zhendong would immediately break his bones.
Now, he had seen Anthony fight. His skills were terrifying. He was simply a killing machine. Therefore, in his opinion, no matter how powerful the Huaxia man was, he could not be Anthony's opponent.
Anthony walked to the front stage step by step. He looked at Chen Fugui with sharp eyes and said, "I want to challenge you!"
Chen Fugui said indifferently, "Okay, as long as you're not afraid of death."
Seeing that Chen Fugui had accepted the challenge, the boxing field manager breathed a sigh of relief. The big screen immediately showed the two sides and the latest odds.
According to Ruan Chengfa's arrangement, Chen Fugui's odds were adjusted to 1: 1.5, while Anthony's odds fell to 1: 2.
This didn't mean that Ruan Chengfa had no confidence in Anthony. After operating the casino for so many years, he was very clear about the hearts of these gamblers.
At this moment, the lower the odds were, the more these people would bet on Chen Fugui. When Anthony defeated the Huaxia man called Weak Chicken, not only could he get back all the money he had just lost, but he could also make a lot of money.
As he had expected, these gamblers had already seen Chen Fugui's terrifying skills. He had won three consecutive matches easily, and he had only used one move in each match. Although Anthony also seemed to be full of momentum, they still bet all their chips on Chen Fugui.
Ruan Chengfa looked at the rapidly rising betting data on the electronic screen. A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. At the same time, he stared at Qin Haodong, who was sitting in the VIP seat, hoping that he would bet all his money again.
What he was most afraid of now was that the Huaxia man would stop. If that was really the case, the boxing field would be hurt to pay 100 million US dollars. Not paying would greatly affect the reputation of the casino.
As he wished, Qin Haodong once again bet all the 100 million US dollars he had won on Chen Fugui.
It wasn't until this moment that Ruan Chengfa was relieved. He sneered at the figure on the big screen and said, "Boy, spit out what you ate."
Ten minutes later, the betting time was over and the boxing match began again.
On the boxing stage, Chen Fugui glanced at Anthony and said, "You're finally a little better than those trash. Make your move."
Anthony said with a murderous look, "You make your move first. If I make my move first, you're dead."
"You're overestimating yourself."
Chen Fugui shook his head and no longer talked nonsense with Anthony. He punched him in the chest.
Anthony's pupils shrank as he reached out to grab Chen Fugui's fist. This was a trick he often used. He first broke the opponent's arm and then used his knee to smash the opponent's head into a rotten watermelon.
Chen Fugui's fist was not too fast, and it didn't seem to be very powerful. It was easily caught by Anthony.
A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. He wanted to break Chen Fugui's arm, but he was surprised to find that his hand couldn't catch Chen Fugui's fist. Not only could he not catch it, but he couldn't even block it for a moment.
This seemingly ordinary fist contained an astonishing amount of power. In the blink of an eye, it pierced through his hands and fiercely smashed into his chest.
With a muffled bang, Anthony's body, which weighed more than 100 kilograms, was sent flying in the air and slammed into the iron cage behind him.
Seeing that Chen Fugui had sent Anthony flying with one punch, the audience immediately boiled over. Those gamblers who had bet heavily on Chen Fugui howled wildly,
"Good job, weak chicken. You're good …"
"Kill him, kick his head, crush his balls …"
"Egg …"
Those gamblers who had bet on Anthony were regretting it so much that their intestines turned green. Dirty words kept spewing out of their mouths,
"Trash. You're so f * cking tall, but you can't even block one punch."
In the backstage of the boxing field, Ruan Chengfa had been looking at the big screen proudly. Now, the smile on his face froze instantly. He stood there like a stone statue.
How was that possible? Wasn't Anthony a killing machine? How could he be sent flying with one punch?
Just when everyone thought that Chen Fugui had sealed the victory with one move again, Anthony got up from the ground. No matter what, he was also a warrior at the peak of the ninth level of Overt Power, and he had rich fighting experience. Although he had suffered some internal injuries just now, it hadn't reached the point of hurting his muscles and bones.
He looked at the Huaxia man in front of him, who was several sizes smaller than him. His eyes were unprecedentedly dignified. He had never encountered such a powerful expert before, who was even stronger than the instructor in the Siberian training camp.
Chen Fugui looked at Anthony, who had gotten up again, and said faintly, "You're indeed stronger than those people, but you're still a weak chicken."
After saying that, he punched Anthony again.
After experiencing the strength of his opponent, Anthony didn't dare to take it head-on this time. He slid his feet and flashed about a meter to the side. He was ready to dodge the punch first and then look for an opportunity to fight back.
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