C11 (1/2)
In the resting room, the dim light was lifeless as Duan Hong sat on the soft cushion chair. He took off his T-shirt with the word ”love” printed on it and wore a black elastic vest on his body, showing off his underdeveloped muscles in his chest.
He tightened the ox-tendon rope around his waist. This was his belt, and it could sometimes be used as a weapon.
The driver came over from the side with a silver metal box in his hand. ”Boss Duan —”
This was the best name the driver could think of for Duan Hong. He and the owner called each other brother, although they weren't very old, it wasn't suitable to call him brother.
Duan Hong sat down, looked at the middle-aged driver with white hair at his temples, and calmly asked: ”What?”
The driver opened the metal box. Inside were a few red and blue liquid syringes and a few colorful pills. ”Boss Duan, my boss asked me to ask you if you need stimulants.”
Duan Hong laughed bitterly and thought to himself: I really have no confidence in myself.
He took out the silver flask from his bag and said, ”I have better ones if I need to. Thank you.”
”Boss Duan, be careful. Everyone here needs to be injected with stimulants. Although there are some side effects, it's still better than losing their lives.”
Duan Hong put the bottle of wine back into his bag and said, ”If there's a need for it, I will definitely not hold back. When it's my turn to go on stage, call me. ”
He sat cross-legged with his hands clasped together, calming his slightly frantic heart. As he silently recited the Heart Sutra, he was also making use of its luck.
Lotus Flower Codex was an internal martial art, and it was the hardest skill to practice.
For the past four years, Duan Hong had still been stuck at the first step — — On the second floor of the Asura Fighting Arena.
Yan Xiaowen held a cup of red wine in his hand and was happily chatting with them.
Although he looked calm on the surface, his heart was in turmoil. He urgently hoped that Duan Hong could step onto the stage and once again witness that thunder-like punch.
< p > If you hit a person's body, would it collapse like an elevator door?
< p > ”Oh!” My dear Yan, it's been a long time since we've met. Ever since you lost to Oak twice last time, it's been a long time since I've seen you. ”
A white man wearing a green robe said while swaying, while holding a half-empty bottle of Erguotou.
< p > Foreigners wearing robes?
It was out of place, and the way he spoke had the air of a capital city, as if a mule was saddled in a very inappropriate saddle.
Yan Xiaowen smiled and said: ”Dear Pirlo, long time no see. I wonder if your Oak can win this time?”
Having lost two times in a row to this Caucasian man, Yan Xiaowen felt extremely aggrieved in his heart.
< p > What could he do?
At most, he would only find a Blood Cow that he could fight.
Pirlo was a little drunk and said: ”Of course, our United States of America's fighters are the bravest, you have also seen it. The first two times, you found a pound fighter, and he was beaten to death in less than two rounds, and the other one was some expert of the Eagle Claw Sect. In the end, our hands were broken by Oak, hehehe, it's really funny.”
< p > ”Hahaha.”
Yan Xiaowen laughed out loud, and said: ”That's right, Oak's strength is extraordinary, but you cannot underestimate our Chinese martial arts.”
Pirlo patted something on one of its companions and said with a smile, ”Did you hear that? He said Chinese Kung Fu? ”Hehehe, my dear Yan, I heard that you found a fighter this time. He seems to be — we've never heard of him, nor is he famous.”
Yan Xiaowen replied, ”Oh? No reputation? I am afraid Mr. Pirlo is not aware of this, he is very famous, nicknamed Devilish Eater! ”
Pirlo's eyes flickered with a cold light as he smiled coldly at his companion. Then, he quickly left the place.
< p > ”Devilish Eater? This name sounds vulgar and unbearable. I wonder how many rounds he can take in the hands of our Demon King Oak. ”
Yan Xiaowen looked at the more people on the second floor. There was no lack of beautiful women, there was always a handsome man by her side.
The match between Oak and Duan Hong was the highlight of the show, so it was naturally arranged for the final match.
Yan Xiaowen looked at the time and asked: ”Mr. Pirlo, how much are you prepared to bet this time?”
Pirlo revealed his white teeth, and his blue pupils contracted as he said, ”Dear Yan, do you think money still has any meaning to me? How about — bet on your Golden Cauldron? ”
< p > ”Hm?”
Yan Xiaowen's eyes flashed with a cold light, this golden tripod that Pirlo has been thinking about me for more than a day or two, I lost a total of 20 million the previous two times, this time I am going to reclaim everything with interest!
”Haha, Mr. Pirlo sure likes to joke around, but - I like it, so I'll bet with you!”
Yan Xiaowen secretly clenched his teeth: Little monk, you cannot lose, if you lose I can only go to the Ku Chan Temple.
Even Yan Xiaowen didn't know why he had made such a huge decision all of a sudden. If Duan Hong really lost, he would really lose his life, and there would be many hidden enemies who wished to see him fall to the ground, before stepping on him forcefully.
Pirlo was startled, he did not expect him to agree so readily, which actually made him uneasy. Oak's strength could be considered a top tier fighting master in terms of United States of America, his Chinese martial arts were vast and profound, could it be that he really could find someone capable of defeating Oak?
Yan Xiaowen said: ”Mr. Pirlo, my bet is the Golden Cauldron. I wonder what are you going to bet with me?”
”Looks like dear Yan has come prepared this time. For me, it's rather urgent to decide the victor in a single match. How about this? Let's have three matches and have three victories and two victories!”
Yan Xiaowen knew that Pirlo was afraid, he was afraid that Oak would lose.
”Okay, Mr. Pirlo, what about your bet?”
Yan Xiaowen was unwilling to let it go.
At this time, Pirlo's comrade came back and whispered a few words into his ear.
Pirlo instantly laughed out loud and thought to himself: Dear Yan, I thought you had found a powerful expert, but it turns out you are just a nameless newbie. What Devilish Eater, they only reported it to the f * cking yesterday, and you want to defeat Oak in today's first match?
I truly regret saying that I won two out of three rounds.
”Alright, dear Yan. If you win, the entire underground white powder market of the entire Shu Village will be 10% of your annual goods and 10% of the Golden Triangle!”
< p > ”Hiss!”
Yan Xiaowen inhaled a breath of cold air. This chip was enough, the Su Family's most precious drug had always been controlled by Pirlo, so no matter how much he said it would be, it would always be worth it.
It was also said that he had a deep relationship with the Golden Triangle General.
The supply of the Golden Triangle was always in short supply. In addition, more and more drugs were being used in recent years, causing the supply of the goods to decrease.
< p > ”Alright!”
Yan Xiaowen immediately ordered his men to prepare the agreement. The people who passed the test were impartial and both parties had placed bets, that no matter which side won, the Shura would be able to get 10% of the commission.
< p > Constraint that both parties must complete the wager at the same time.
If they did not comply, the Shura would appear. The second warning would be to directly enforce it.
Lotus Flower Codex was an internal martial art, and it was the hardest skill to practice.
After finishing his discussion, Yan Xiaowen walked back to his seat and called the driver to ask him some questions about Duan Hong.
Pirlo instructed his companions to let Oak take three times the usual doses, but he couldn't lose today. His life wasn't really anything, it was more important for his strength to increase or decrease.
Every match in the Shura Arena was brilliant. The first one to fight was a Japanese friend, Qian Ba Fukuda.
His nickname was Gui Sang!
Lotus Flower Codex was an internal martial art, and it was the hardest skill to practice.
At the same time, he wasn't doing it for the money. Although the reward of three separate fights was not much, he had spent it all on it.
His goal was either to improve himself or to end himself. This was a martial arts fanatic!
The battle had begun. The Ghost Sang Futian was very disappointing. Within thirty seconds of the start of the battle, he had struck the Undefeatable War God's collarbone, preventing him from getting up.