The evil forces roaming the heavens

Chapter 1138 Zhang Cheng: "Shoot! I can kill you first if you shoot!"

"Welcome everyone to the million-dollar MMA competition!"

"This time, our superstar player, Zhang Cheng, will face the champion of the previous fighting competition, Wu Liang."

As the host shouted, the audience immediately became excited.

"Please look at the big screen. These are the data of the two players."

"As a senior, Wu Liang's data board is really scary. But compared to him, Zhang Cheng is even scarier. Look, he has become a hexagonal warrior."

"Are the people in the analysis team sure? The hexagon is full? How can we fight!"

"In the competition, Zhang Cheng showed an absolute sense of oppression. Even when facing a world champion, he was able to defeat the opponent with his jab and even dodge the opponent's combination punches continuously."

"It seems that as a senior, Wu Liang is under a lot of pressure!"

"Fighting competitions are like this. Statistics don't represent everything. But Zhang Cheng is different. He is really scary!"

"I heard that he killed three gangsters with his bare hands in order to save people."

"But here, we warn you, if you encounter a knife-wielding criminal, you must run away first, after all, not everyone belongs to him!"

Just as the host finished his joke, two contestants appeared on stage.

Wearing red shorts, Wu Liang showed off his muscles and slowly walked onto the stage.
Looking at Wu Liang, many fans started to cheer, the sound was deafening.
Just as Wu Liang was waving his hands with a big smile on his face, the shouting became louder because Zhang Cheng appeared.
Walking onto the stage with a smile on his face, Zhang Cheng waved his hand and gestured to the audience,
"Brother Zhang, Brother Zhang, you are my fan, bah, I am your fan, I came to watch you play, you must win!"

Holding a selfie device in his hand, a man couldn't help but shout,

Looking at the other person, Zhang Cheng also smiled and gave him a thumbs up.

Because he really didn't expect that he would have fans coming to watch his game.

"Okay, now please invite the referee to come in."

Just as the host was introducing the rules, Wu Liang came up to Zhang Cheng and said, "Wait a minute, I'll tell you, that thing is just a joke!"

"Okay, senior!"

Hearing Wu Liang's words, Zhang Cheng nodded calmly.
"Both players are in position!"

Waving his hand, the referee spoke seriously.
Walking forward, Zhang Cheng and Wu Liang bumped fists with each other.
"Game start!"

After the referee yelled, he immediately retreated to the back.
Wu Liang moved his feet, staring at Zhang Cheng, and then made a tentative move.
But just as Wu Liang was thinking about how he could win the game gracefully, a fist as big as a sandbag appeared in front of him.
At the moment when time stood still, the hosts stared at this scene with their eyes wide open, as if they couldn't believe it.
Wu De was sitting in a private room on the second floor, grabbing his hair, his eyes filled with fear.

Wu Liang's pupils shrank as he watched the fist grow bigger and bigger. Only two words remained in his mind: "It's over!"

"Oh!"

A punch hit Wu Liang's face, and the powerful force directly knocked him away.
"boom!"

His body hit the iron net, and Wu Liang fell down directly.

"hiss"

The audience gasped and fell silent at the originally bustling competition venue.
Walking forward, the referee looked at Wu Liang cautiously, then stretched out his hand to test him, then stood up and said, "Wu Liang has lost the ability to continue fighting!"

After saying this, the referee raised Zhang Cheng's arm and said, "Contestant Zhang Cheng wins!"

Zhang Cheng looked very surprised,

Because wasn't this guy the last fighting champion? He was just throwing a punch as a polite greeting, but how did he fly up!

Zhang Cheng looked at Wu De in confusion, and then Wu De collapsed and yelled, "It's over, it's over! My money, my money!"

As the referees announced, the audience was in an uproar, the sound seemed to blow the entire stadium apart.

"Zhang Cheng won. He is worthy of being called a superstar. He defeated the heavyweight world champion and senior Wu Liang in succession. The real hexagonal god of war has emerged."

Just as the host was roaring with the microphone in his hand, Zhang Cheng also smiled lightly.

After night fell, Zhang Cheng came to a familiar bar.
Looking at Zhang Cheng in front of him, Wu Liang's face was swollen like a sandbag, and he shouted angrily: "Didn't you agree to a fake match? How did you do this to me!"

"Brother, I haven't blamed you yet? I punched you and you fell down. Why should I hit you? You might as well just perform some qigong and let me lie on the ground! We are playing a fake match, not playing arcade games!"

Zhang Cheng couldn't help but complain to Wu Liang.
When Wu De heard Zhang Cheng say this, he stared at him and said, "Now that things have turned out like this, what are you going to do? I bet 80 million on the outside! If you return the 80 million to me, I will pretend that this never happened!"

"Eighty million? You came to me for it, you jinx. I haven't blamed you for lowering my odds. Do you know that I bet 15 million on myself? Now the odds are only twice as high. How can I make money in the future?"

Pointing at Wu De and cursing, Zhang Cheng also became dissatisfied.

Hearing Zhang Cheng say this, Wu De stared at him coldly and said, "So you don't plan to pay me!"

"Fuck you! Are you trying to scare me? You asked for 80 million. I won't need that much even if I kill you!"

Looking at Wu De and Wu Liang calmly, Zhang Cheng sneered.

"Crack!"

Pulling out the gun, the man behind him stared at Zhang Cheng with a cold face.

"Shoot! I can kill you first even if you shoot me! Within seven steps, my fist is faster than a gun!"

Turning his head to look at the bodyguard behind him, Zhang Cheng lit a cigarette calmly.

Looking at Zhang Cheng's expression, Wu De angrily stepped forward and said, "You don't intend to give me the money, and you don't intend to lose the fight, are you kidding me?"

"Yes, I'm just kidding you! Take a look at the contract, idiot!"

Looking at Wu De unhappily, Zhang Cheng started to complain.

Wu De flipped through the contract and saw that the name that was originally written on it had disappeared. He was stunned.

But at this moment, two pens appeared in Zhang Cheng's hand, but disappeared when he turned his hand.

Watching this scene in astonishment, Wu De stared at Zhang Cheng and immediately covered his heart.

Looking at this scene, Wu Liang said, "Kill this bastard! Quick, kill him!"

But before the bodyguard was ready to take action, he was already sweating coldly.

The bodyguard stood motionless with the cold dagger on his neck.
Looking at Krieg walking out of the darkness, Zhang Cheng snatched the bodyguard's gun, then walked forward, smashed it on Wu Liang's head and said, "You are fucking idiot! Playing with a gun, do you know where this is? The Far East, I don't even have the courage to do this, you are more powerful than me, right!"

Covering his head with blood, Wu Liang fell to the ground and wailed.
Seeing his look, Zhang Cheng kicked him away in disgust and said, "Forget about playing with me, buddy. If this were abroad, I would have thrown you and your son into the crocodile pond long ago!"

After saying that, Zhang Cheng turned around and slapped the bodyguard in the face, saying, "What the hell are you pretending for? Wearing a suit and sunglasses, do you think you're from The Matrix? You're crazy!"

"A fool is doing business with me, a brainless man is fighting with me, and one is not happy to be a bodyguard. Are you guys making a movie? Come play the game of Wang Jie Returns with me!"

Adjusting his suit, Zhang Cheng walked outside, then waved his hand and said, "If you have the guts, make an appointment and we'll meet abroad, anywhere is fine!"

(End of this chapter)