Horizontal push martial arts

Chapter 51

"Following, I invite Boxer No. [-], Wang Mu!"

Accompanied by the passionate voice of the host, the door of the boxer channel suddenly opened.

wow——

Intense waves of sound rushed towards his face in an instant, roaring roars, excited cheers, and various other messy sounds mixed together, drowning Li Mourn's entire body.

Amid the deafening sound, Li Mour, who was wearing a mask, stepped out from behind the gate, and under the spotlight and the gaze of countless eyes, he walked towards the central boxing ring.

The boxer he replaced was Wang Mu.

Li Mou's eyes slowly scanned the surroundings, taking everything into his eyes.

This is a huge venue similar to a gymnasium. It is divided into eight areas, and each area is full of spectators. These spectators are male and female, of different ages, and their dresses are very different. They are obviously from different classes. , and the audience whose seats are closer to the front are dressed more glamorously.

The people at the front are all covered in famous brands. Any piece of clothing or a watch is worth years of hard work by ordinary people, but these people are still not the most senior guests here.

The highest-ranking guests are all sitting on the four surrounding high platforms, all wearing masks to conceal their identities, and overlooking the whole below in a high posture.

These talents are the real superiors, the elite class that ordinary people can't touch in their lifetime.

Li Mour didn't pay much attention to these people, his eyes finally stopped on a strong figure on one of the high platforms.

It was a frighteningly strong man. His body was as wide as two people. His whole body was covered with soaring muscles. His entire neck was as thick as his head. On his face was a heavy mask that seemed to be made of metal. The light shines brightly.

"That masked person should be Steel Fist." Li Mour looked at him carefully, "It's interesting."

The other party's figure was exaggerated a bit too much, standing two meters tall and weighing more than three hundred catties, he was a muscular monster.

After practicing to that level, even if the strength has not reached the limit value, it should not be far behind.

I don't know how many punches it takes to kill him.

Under the mask, a morbid flush flashed across Li Mour's face.

After he stepped onto the ring, during the same passionate introduction by the host, Boxer No. [-] came out from the passage on the other side, and walked onto the ring amidst the cheers of the audience.

Boxer No. 1.8 is a lean young man. Although his height is less than [-] meters, his body is well-trained, and there is hardly any excess fat. Clearly a flexible boxer.

"Okay, now that the two boxers are in place, the next part is the most exciting part of the lottery!" The host's face was flushed and his tone was excited.

Li Mour was taken aback, the lottery session?

Then he quickly understood what the drawing of lots meant.

I saw two fiery tall women in scantily dressed clothes each carrying a wooden box onto the ring, and came to him and the other boxer. There was a hole in the box, just big enough for one hand to get in. Almost can't see anything.

Seeing the boxer reaching into the box and fumbling around, Li Mour followed suit and reached in, feeling a lot of paper.

He randomly took out one, opened it, and saw the word "empty hand" written on it.

Li Mour immediately understood what the lottery was for.

The next moment, the host's voice confirmed his guess.

"No. [-] boxer, empty hand, No. [-] boxer, three-sided army stab!"

Following the host's announcement, amidst the roar of the audience, a pair of brand-new triangular army thorns were delivered to Boxer No. [-].

What a boring trick.

Li Mour casually threw away the note in his hand, as expected, underground black boxing had nothing to do with fairness, it was just a game to please the rich and powerful.

……

Compared to his calm, the others were not so calm. Apart from the fact that the vast majority of the audience was more excited because they were about to see what they thought was a one-sided massacre, there were also many audiences who cursed loudly.

"Chop Suey! Why don't you die!"

"Fucking trash!"

"Damn shady! Re-draw lots! Shady!"

These are the people who bet on Li Mour before the start of the game. For these gamblers, Li Mour's empty-handed fight against No. [-], who was stabbed by the Triangle Army, is almost doomed. All emotions are extremely excited.

Even Hao Bo, who had great confidence in Li Mour's skills and had put all his chips on him, was extremely nervous, and he got involved in it and yelled about the shady scene, making his face red.

But how could the organizer take these rotten gamblers seriously? Naturally, it was impossible to meet their demands, and the group arena continued as planned.

"How can this be?" Xia Yan blushed with anger, "This is too unfair!"

"The underground boxing ring has never been fair." Wu Qingzhi also looked at the ring nervously, "But with Li Mour's strength, he should be able to handle it easily, right?"

His tone was also full of disbelief.

While they were watching nervously, the group arena competition had officially started.

……

"Surrender, this is your only chance." Boxer No. [-] had a cunning look in his eyes, and licked his lips, "Otherwise, I can't guarantee what will happen next."

In fact, in the underground boxing arena, as long as you are in the ring, you cannot surrender. Although there is a rule that you need to pay ten times the fine for surrendering after you are on the stage, when encountering such a situation, the boxers are generally forced by the organizers to hold their heads with guns. Go on stage and continue playing.

No. [-] did this in order to hit Li Mourn's psychology and create an advantage for himself.

"Boxer No. [-] is trying to persuade No. [-] to surrender, so how will No. [-] react?" The host likes this kind of link the most, because it is convenient for him to take the opportunity to mobilize the emotions of the audience.

Under the gathering of countless gazes, Li Mour stretched out a finger.

"What do you mean?" Boxer No. [-] was a little puzzled.

"One move." Li Mourn looked calm, "As long as you can block my move, I will lose."

His words were also relayed to the audience by the host, causing a bigger upsurge.

"...You bastard!!" A flash of anger flashed in No. [-]'s eyes, but he suppressed it quickly, "I have to say, you really managed to piss me off!"

"But this is the stupidest choice you made tonight! Go to hell!!"

With a ferocious smile on his face, he rushed up with the three-edged army thorn, and stabbed Li Mour viciously amidst the roars of the audience!

boom! !

A heavy and terrifying bang!

Amidst the loud noise, a figure flew up high, and with the blood spilled in the air, it drew a parabola in the air.

The originally boiling and noisy arena was instantly dead silent. Everyone stared blankly at the figure on the ring, with shock, astonishment or disbelief on their faces.

And Gang Fist, who had been sitting firmly on the high platform, shrank his pupils, and his eyes changed from casual to serious.

With a "bang", the three-edged army thorn landed on the ground in the distance, breaking the silence.

It was like detonating a bomb, and the scene boiled instantly!

"Number seven!" "Number seven!" "Number seven!" "..."

Countless spectators stood up excitedly, waving their fists vigorously and yelling at Li Mour's number, while No. [-], who was lying in a pool of blood outside the ring, was completely forgotten by everyone like garbage.

"Okay, so strong!" Xia Yan's eyes widened, she didn't even see the process clearly just now, she saw that No. [-] flew out.

"Li Mour, this guy... is a little too strong!"

The expression on Wu Qingzhi's face was also wonderful, I didn't expect Li Mourn to be so strong.

……

Really weak.

Li Mour looked at No. [-] who was carried away on a stretcher, bored and even wanted to yawn.

He only used less than [-]% of his strength, and the number eight lay there like a dead dog, unable to move.

If C-level boxers generally have this kind of strength, then tonight's C-level group arena match is really no different from wasting time.

I only hope that the next opponents will have a few eye-catching ones.

"You were in a hurry just now, you should stop playing." Hao Bo came up to meet him, his face flushed with excitement.

"The boxers who were originally promoted can start the second round half an hour later. Now that you have exposed such a strong strength all of a sudden, the organizer must make another arrangement."

In fact, this is not the point for him, the point is that Li Mour's odds fell to the bottom all of a sudden, and it is impossible for him to make a big profit like the one just now.

"If you make another arrangement, let's make another arrangement." Li Mou didn't care, he didn't want to earn that little appearance fee, but just to experience black boxing.

"Then can you play next?"

If the rest of the fighters are all trash like No. [-], he might as well sit down and be a spectator.

"Of course, those big shots have been amazed by your performance. I heard that just now at least three big shots wanted you to continue playing." Hao Bo said excitedly.

Now that Li Mour has aroused the interest of those big shots, as long as he continues to perform outstandingly, as a manager, he might be able to use this to win the favor of those big shots.

"Then let me know."

Li Mour closed the door casually and shut Hao Bo out.

Hao Bo was not angry, but left the room with excitement, and went to the organizer to wait for the news.

About half an hour later, he returned to the lounge and brought back the organizer's arrangement.

"Shoulder match?"

Li Mour frowned, becoming interested.

Hao Bo nodded, and said, "That's right, you've shown too much strength, the organizer specially designed a defending competition for you."

Under Hao Bo's explanation, Li Mourn quickly understood what the competition was all about.

That is to let him be the ringleader and wait for the other fighters to challenge one after another, at least ten rounds, not to admit defeat in the middle, and it will be over after ten rounds, or you can continue to defend.

The advantage of defending the group arena is that after winning ten games in a row, he can be directly promoted to a B-level boxer and can participate in the B-level group arena.

　Thank you book friends for rolling, pig man, Zhuge's counterattack for your support, thank you

　　

　

(End of this chapter)