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In order to be able to watch the fight between Jiang Wuchen and Ba Tu up close, Bazi and Ghost Sister came to the waiting room. Standing in the darkness, they gazed at the stage.

The fully bearded host on the Bluestone Arena also looked down on Jiang Wuchen and said with a disdainful tone: "Alright, what else can you say? Oh, right. Ghost Genealogy, you must have bought a large amount of insurance, right? "

"Hahaha."

His voice transmitted through the stereo, causing the entire audience to burst into laughter.

Jiang Wuchen, who was wearing the mask, found it inconvenient to speak, and only indifferently swept his gaze over the bearded man.

The bearded man pushed his sunglasses and shouted in a low voice that was filled with hot blood, "Match..." "Begin!" After saying that, he leapt out of the octagonal cage.

In the waiting room, Ghost Sister's heartbeat sped up, "Can we win?"

"Trust him, there's absolutely no problem! Furthermore, I believe that within fifty rounds, he will definitely be able to defeat Ba Tu. "

"Are you so sure?"

Bazi nodded his head, "It's because he said that the real Martial Cultivation's techniques are all killing techniques! "No one ever said that it would start …"

On the stage, Ba Tu stomped his foot, causing the entire stage to shake, following that, he rushed towards Jiang Wuchen, the joints in his fists were clenched tightly, his face was warped, a pair of donkeys eyes revealed a fierce light, fiercely smashing towards Jiang Wuchen.

"Too slow … "It doesn't live up to its name." Jiang Wuchen said indifferently.

His voice was not loud, and naturally, the spectators outside the octagonal cage could not hear him, but Ba Tu, who had rushed in front of him heard him loud and clear.

What? Too slow? This punch can make you doubt your own life …

Once again, Ba Tu clenched his fist tightly, and creaking sounds came out.

"Slow speed, poor agility, full of holes, boring …"

What kind of bullshit was this? I'll smash your skull to pieces! Ba Tu's crooked teeth moved, and with a swing of his fist, a gust of wind blew Jiang Wuchen's hair around.

Just at this moment, Jiang Wuchen squatted down, and her slightly bent legs suddenly shot up.

Swoosh.

He had actually disappeared on the spot.

Ba Tu used all his strength to open his eyes wide and finally saw clearly that Jiang Wuchen's stooped body had already charged to the bottom of his arm. He immediately broke out in a cold sweat. I was ready. " Immediately, his thick knees shot up.

Jiang Wuchen stretched out two of his fingers and attacked with lightning speed.

Crack.

In merely an instant, Ba Tu felt as if his incomparably hard ribs were about to break, and at the breaking point, an incomparably powerful Internal Strength struck over. His internal organs trembled in an instant, especially his liver, which seemed to have ruptured in an instant.

Following the moment he was hit by Jiang Wuchen's two fingers, Ba Tu felt as if all the strength in his body had suddenly disappeared like a tide.

Ah!

Ba Tu's body, which was more than two hundred kilograms, lost control of its balance and under the strong inertia, heavily fell onto the ground. His internal organs bled and he could not help but spurt out a mouthful of blood on the stage as his body slowly trembled.

The sound wave that could overturn the dome instantly quieted down. The five hundred spectators all stared with widened eyes, their faces filled with shock.

What happened?

Just a blink just now, Ba Tu fell down?

F * ck, isn't this fake punch too shameless?

"Why did he fall down?" Ghost Sister was shocked.

Bazi laughed bitterly, "I did not fall, but … Beat by Jiang Wuchen! I finally understand why he said that, the Martial Cultivation technique is a killing technique, true skills are not used to demonstrate, but used to kill! When dealing with enemies, one must not have the slightest bit of mercy.

In terms of Bluestone Arena, we have won five consecutive rounds. Wu La Gai, Giant Man Ba Tu, who was the nemesis of the five consecutive rounds, was actually killed by Jiang Wuchen in a single finger. "

"Instant kill?" Ghost Sister could not help but swallow his saliva.

However, Bazi was able to clearly see that from the moment Jiang Wuchen stepped onto the stage, all of his attention had been placed on Jiang Wuchen, afraid that he would miss out on even the slightest bit of brilliance.

Earlier, when Jiang Wuchen dodged Ba Tu's powerful punch, his lightning-fast finger attack was clearly seen by Bazi.

It was this seemingly relaxed finger attack that showed the most of one's abilities.

Jiang Wuchen's strength was above the Mr. Zhong who had taught him Azure Dragon Fist!

On the stage, Liu's mouth was agape, his bloodshot eyes were unmoving, Wang Luming who was in front of them was also in shock, a few of them carefully stared at the stage, especially at Ba Tu.

"Refund!"

Suddenly, an angry roar came from the audience stands.

"Despicable and shameless, using fake punches, refund, refund …"

Many of the audience threw the water bottle in their hands at the octagonal cage, their voices shouting for a refund.

Wang Luming looked at Liu, "Mr. Liu, this fake fist strike of yours is too excessive. This mode is simply insulting to the audience's intelligence!"

"Eh? No, Young Master Wang. " The Liu explained excitedly, "I never practice fake boxing. If I win this match, I will get seventy percent of the shares in Hell's Bar, which is at least more than ten million. How much can fake boxing be exchanged for?"

Hearing that, Wang Luming felt that his words were not wrong. He could see that the speed and power of Ba Tu's punch earlier had exceeded that of an ordinary martial artist, and was definitely not someone to be trifled with. He did not expect that after making a mistake with this Ghost Genealogy, he would actually fall down, and did not even see how he defeated him.

"What's going on? Quickly go and investigate! " Liu said angrily, "Get the host to stand on stage and maintain order. Fuck, laozi has never faked a punch, don't be so disgusting, there are so many people here, go and beat laozi up!"

At this moment, the angry audience pointed their spears at the few people on the stage and threw water bottles over.

A wine bottle filled with ice smashed onto Liu's forehead, "Ah! F * ck, go and see if it was that uplifted hair... "Capture him, I will smash him to death!"

A few bodyguards came up, protecting Wang Luming and the others, and brought them to a resting room. On the stage, the bearded man had already gone up, and was comforting the spectators.

Someone brought a surveillance camera over and broadcasted it in front of Wang Luming and the Liu, and played it over ten times. Finally, they saw clearly that it was Jiang Wuchen's fatal finger that had landed on Ba Tu's body.

This was their only chance to meet.

"An expert of the Martial Cultivation!" Wang Luming said in shock.

"What?" Liu was also surprised, "An expert of Martial Cultivation?"

"This person is definitely a Martial Cultivation expert, in my Divine Land, only those who have mastered Internal Strength can be called Martial Cultivation, although his finger just now seemed simple, in reality, it contained a thousand jin of power, and when the power charged into Ba Tu's body, I'm afraid that his internal organs were already smashed." Wang Luming's eyes showed a hint of excitement as he looked at Jiang Wuchen who was in the octagonal arena through the transparent glass window. His eyes were filled with appreciation.