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This underground boxing ring had an area of one to two thousand square meters and was surrounded by seats. It could accommodate at least a few thousand people at the same time.

The ceiling was about fifteen meters above the ground. Rows and rows of steel structures were fixed into the ceiling. The ceiling was lined with a list of at least forty to fifty lamps, illuminating the one or two kilometers underground.

In the center of the arena was a 6.5-meter standard boxing ring. However, it was different from the materials used internationally, this ring didn't have the kind of cushion used to protect competitors. Instead, it was made from blocks of flat, polished boulders.

They were shouting hysterically, and before the battle had even begun, a buzzing sound could already be heard from all four directions. Many people were already blushing red from excitement, and this underground boxing ring could be called the largest and most powerful underground boxing ring in the entire Southwest region of Southwest City. It was so exciting!

Bloody!

Cruel!

In a corner above the underground boxing ring, there was a special office. Rather than calling it an office, it was more appropriate to call it a control room. On the walls of this room, there were screens of varying sizes.

Countless cameras recorded the scenes from various angles. There were no blind spots at all. Furthermore, the speed was much slower. It was probably much better than watching the fight here.

Looking at the scene on the screen, other than the cameras pointing towards the arena, the entire underground building was also under their surveillance.

At this moment, in the middle of the office, on an expensive sandalwood chair, sat a young man about twenty-five years old.

He was dressed in a proper white casual attire. His facial features were distinct and his entire body was exuding the aura of a noble.

However, in terms of temperament, he wasn't too pleasing.

The main reason was because his lips were very thin, giving off a very mean and selfish feeling. His cheekbones were very high, and between his brows, there was a cold and arrogant aura, just that his eyes were somewhat high, and no one looked at him with contempt. Beside this young man, there was a tall and big old man in a black suit, about sixty years old, who did not look old at all.

His hands were behind his back, and he was wearing a black Tang suit with black clothes and black pants. He should have appeared old, but his hair and beard were all black and shiny, without the slightest hint of old age. His appearance was extremely strange, with an aquiline nose, especially his eyes, which were as sharp as an eagle's, as they shot out in all directions.

With his hands behind his back, one could vaguely see that his hands were as sharp and thin as an eagle's claw. They looked thin and shriveled, while his sinewy black hands were as thin as a silver-white finger. No one knew what kind of martial arts he was training in, but he was actually training his hands to the point where they seemed to be wrapped in a layer of metal.

At this time, a fierce-looking man wearing a flowery shirt with dark eyes and a fierce expression was actually Brother Chaigou, the person in charge of the Night Emperor's underground black boxing arena.

At this time, the underground boxing arena started to boil, as a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes walked onto the stage. At the same time, all the lights on the stage were extinguished, and as a series of exclamations sounded out, three rows of powerful lights suddenly lit up, all aimed straight at the stage, shining all the light on the stage. At the same time, the stage above was completely illuminated.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to this random boxing competition. I believe that this is not the first time that many of our friends have come here. Let's not waste any more time and hope that our friends can enjoy the thrill here and win this round!

The middle-aged man gave a brief introduction, then immediately dragged out his voice and shouted, "Next, the first match is about to begin. Both sides are experts from within the country …"

Shura "Zhao Zegang and the Rankers of the Rogue World in China"

Zhao Zegang, an expert who came from the Hua Xia Country Special Forces, had a battle record of one victory in a battle. Although his battle record isn't much, he is about to face his second challenge this time, and I believe that he will use his own strength to conquer all of us … Little brother, you can just watch from here. "

Zhao Zegang turned and said to Yun Long.

After hearing the host's introduction, Yun Long finally knew that Zhao Zegang had a "Shura".

He couldn't help but feel curious about the title, so he asked, "Brother Zhao, you … Why is his nickname the Shura? "

< p > "Err..." I don't know. Perhaps the host gave me a nickname in order to attract more gimmicks! Don't worry about him, just ignore the Shura! It's fine as long as I can get the money! "

Zhao Zegang said.

< p > "Oh!" "So it's a gimmick …"

Yun Long suddenly understood.

The host continued to say loudly: "About China's expert fighters."

Everyone should be very familiar with him. He is also a star in our arena, and his achievements in eight battles and eight victories are also proof of his strength, so today's first match is destined to be a fierce battle between dragons and tigers! The payout rates have been awarded to everyone here. We will bet according to our own judgement, three minutes before the start of the competition.

The middle-aged man's provocative words successfully stirred up the atmosphere. The coming of the first round filled the faces of the men and women with fanaticism, and their breathing had become much more rapid than usual.

Next, let us invite the first contestant, an expert from the special forces of China …

Shura "Zhao Zegang …"

Along with the host's shout, the lights on the arena went out. A beam of strong light lit up at the same time, aimed at the fighter's lounge at the side of the arena … "It's my turn to go on stage!"

Zhao Zegang said to Yun Long who was beside him.

"Brother Zhao, be careful!"

Yun Long quickly reminded him.

"Hehe, don't worry. I'll do my best!"

Zhao Zegang laughed, then walked out of the tunnel with large strides.

Following Zhao Zegang's appearance, the spectators started to cheer, but Zhao Zegang walked all the way to the stage, quietly staying in his own seat. He stood there expressionlessly, making the warm up spectators feel awkward.

The host swallowed his saliva and continued with his introduction. "Next …" We have an expert who is inviting us to fight for third place in the Chinese National Sanda Competition … Iron Fist Ascending! Current Achievements... The overlord of the boxing arena who won all eight rounds!

As the strong light shone on the other fighter's resting room, the crowd burst into cheers.

< p > Just as the host had introduced, this expert with a free hand... Ironfist Gao Fei had already fought eight rounds in this underground dark boxing arena. His record of winning all eight rounds could be said to be extremely impressive.

He had a square face and high cheekbones, making him look like a ferocious tiger that just came out of its shell. He was around 1.9 meters tall, and even taller than Zhao Zegang, and his body was sturdy, his tight muscles shone under the light with a kind of luster that was full of energy, and he looked even more terrifying than Zhao Zegang!

As he walked out, he used both fists to execute a series of dazzling boxing moves. His movements looked fast and fierce, clearly showing that he had spent a lot of effort on this.

As he walked to the side of the stage, Gao Fei suddenly somersaulted in the air, with a very beautiful posture, he rose to the top of the stage, causing cheers to ring out amongst the audience … The way Iron Fist Gao Fei went on stage was undoubtedly much more extravagant, causing the spectators to cheer, many people betting on him.

< p > Because the iron fist flies high "looks".

Compared to Zhao Zegang, his aura was much stronger. In an instant, the odds of the audience betting on him was actually as high as 3: 1. Most people were betting on "Iron Fist".

Gao Fei will win!

In actuality, in this kind of cruel and bloody black fist arena, it was not as if one would think that the big one was the strongest. Even until now, Zhao Zegang still looked at the floor in front of him expressionlessly, without even looking at the "Iron Fist".

Gao Fei glanced at him.

< p > "F * * k!" 'This old brat really knows how to posture … '

< p > "Hum..." Continue acting, if you don't, Gao Fei will beat him up until his mother won't recognize him! "

< p > "Gaga..." I really want to see him get his balls kicked to pieces by Gao Fei! "

"Hehe, I really want to see Gao Fei beat this damn soldier to sh * t and piss his pants!"

< p > "Heh heh..." I'd like to see him get the chrysanthemum, but I don't have this program... "What a pity!"

The competition had not even started, and the spectators around the stage had already started their fervent discussion. Because Zhao Zegang had only participated in one competition before, and that competition was held on a small scale, most of them did not know Zhao Zegang's background, so they were more interested in watching the battle with the eight prodigies, who had the best fighting record, size, and looks … Ironfist Gao Fei!

This was because many of the spectators had watched Gao Fei's match before, and had personally witnessed him ruthlessly killing three opponents, crippling five opponents, and of the opponents he had killed, three of them had been directly struck in the head and bones by Gao Fei!

At this time, in the hidden monitoring room above the boxing arena, the young man sitting on the sandalwood chair watched the situation on the screen. Suddenly, he coldly asked the old man in black beside him, "Uncle Long, who do you think will win?"

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