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The black-clothed old man let out a hoarse voice like he was scraping glass: "That Zhao guy!"

< p > "Oh..." Hehe … I think so too... Uncle Long, you have great fist techniques, how long do you think Gao Fei can last? "

the young man asked again.

"If we use Zhao's full name, it will take two minutes at most!"

The black-clothed elder replied coldly.

< p > "Err..." Only two minutes! It should be soon! "

The young man couldn't help but feel surprised.

"The two minutes I said were to give that Gao Fei face! In fact, if that Zhao fella was willing to use his unique killing move, Gao Fei wouldn't even be able to hold on for half a minute! "

The black-clothed old man said.

< p > "Half a minute!" This... "That's unlikely!"

The young man looked astonished.

< p > "Heh heh..." The one surnamed Zhao will not immediately use his killing move, but he will definitely win. This match is definitely not his end, just you watch! "

"Yes." The black clad old man replied, then stopped talking, he watched the movement below the fist arena on the screen, the expression on his face was like an ancient well without ripples, just like an ancient well without ripples. At this time, the attention of the competition had begun, this underground black art was not some martial arts sparring, but a life and death battle, Gao Fei knew very well that iron fist martial arts was an arenas, after the judge announced the start of the fist competition, he moved his body and immediately walked towards Zhao Zegang.

Very quickly, he stood in front of Zhao Zegang, raised his right hand, extended a thumb, pointed at the floor, and made a throat slicing motion. A cruel sneer appeared on his face, expressing his extreme contempt for Zhao Zegang.

Zhao Zegang, who had his head lowered as he looked at the stage floor, also raised his head. His eyes were as cold as ice.

"Gao Fei, go on and fight!"

< p > "Yes!" Kill him! Kill him! Kill this old brat! "

Fly high, up!" Use your fist to crack his old chrysanthemum!

Sensing the strong smell of gunpowder, the audience's emotions started to surge as they started to clamor. As a large majority of the audience members were Iron Fist Gao Fei's supporters and had placed their bets on him, from a psychological perspective, they hoped that Gao Fei could kill Zhao Zegang!

Hearing the wild cheers of the crowd below, Gao Fei's blood boiled, and he was the first to move. His feet erroneously moved, and he rushed to Zhao Zegang's front like lightning. His upper body completely did not move, yet his right foot made a "sou" sound.

With a sound, a tall whip kick swept towards Zhao Zegang's left temple.

This was one of Gao Fei's best attacking methods. In addition, his kick had been tempered a thousand times, his speed was as fast as lightning, he was extremely fast, his strength was astonishing, if an ordinary fighter were to be hit by this kick, even if they did not die, they would still be crippled!

His eyelids slightly twitched, then he suddenly raised his right hand, pressed it to the right, and slapped towards the right side of Gao Fei's right foot which was sweeping towards his temple.

< p > The two clashed, causing a "pa" sound to ring out.

An explosive sound was as crisp as the sound of a large whip being whipped.

The two of them separated the moment they made contact. However, Zhao and Gao Fei both took two steps back and regained their footing. Then, they looked at each other again.

< p > "F * * k!" This... This guy's strength is so heavy! "

He did not expect that his kick, which could even break gold and shatter rocks, would be resolved with just a normal swing of Zhao Zegang's hand. Furthermore, the force of the rebound made him feel as if his scalp was going to frown … Surprised, Gao Fei looked up and saw that Zhao Zegang still had that expression on his face, which was as calm as a mountain, but there seemed to be a kind of "not so good" expression in his eyes.

In that instant, Gao Fei was enraged. As the Overlord of the Underground Arena, who had won eight battles and eight victories, when had he ever been looked down upon in such a manner before?

In an instant, he arrived in front of Zhao Zegang, and twisted his body... Whoosh! Whoosh! "Hu!"

Three consecutive punches!

The speed of these three punches was as fast as a meteor chasing the moon, and their strength was as ferocious as a tiger's. They split into two and struck towards Zhao Zegang's left and right temples, using their heart and other vital points!

This is one of Zhang Chengliang's best killing moves …" "Tiger Triple Strike!

A fierce fist technique that had killed two opponents. It could really be said to be his famous ultimate killing technique!

Zhao Zegang's eyes flashed with a look of astonishment, he did not expect Gao Fei to use his killing move so quickly, and immediately retreated a few steps, wanting to avoid Gao Fei's ferocious attack.

Gao Fei's eyes revealed a vicious light. As he continuously punched out, his body suddenly pressed forward, chasing after Zhao Zegang.

< p > "Peng!"

Zhao Zegang dodged the first two punches, but the third punch did not hit Zhao Zegang's heart, and instead landed on his left shoulder and the position of his face on the side, and took the opportunity to land on the left side of his chest, producing a loud, clear and oppressive sound.

< p > "Wu!"

Zhao Zegang was forced to retreat a few steps, he rubbed his chest that was in pain, a layer of his skin was lifted from the corner of his mouth, and blood leaked out.

< p > "Wow!" Good fight! Kill him, Gao Fei! Kill him! "

< p > "Explode his head!" Gao Fei, bash him up, beat this old fellow until he shit! "

Fly high, up!" Continue to kill this fellow. I like to see blood!

From the start of the match, Gao Fei had been the one at the initiative to attack. These spectators really thought that Zhao Ze was just at a disadvantage … When Gao Fei heard the audience's frenzied shouts, his mood became even more excited and pleased. He raised his hands, let out a loud roar, and patted his own chest. Then, he pointed at Zhao Zegang, who was facing him, and made a disdainful gesture, indicating that he could lie on the ground!

Zhao Zegang remained expressionless. He merely licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, his body still unmoving as he stood on the stage.

Gao Fei was enraged by his expression again. With a loud roar, his figure flashed, and he instantly rushed in front of him. He waved his right fist … "Hu!"

A powerful punch came down from the right towards Zhao Zegang's head.

Zhao Zegang hurriedly lowered his head, barely dodging the attack. However, Gao Fei's attack did not stop.

< p > "Peng!"

This time, Zhao Zegang did not dodge, but his abdomen was directly struck, and he staggered a few steps back, standing at the side of the stage, as though he would fall down at any time.

< p > "Wow!" Good fight! Gao Fei, quickly charge forward and kill that bastard!

< p > "Yes!" Take off his old bones! "

< p > "Crush his yolk!" Blow his head off! "

The spectators that supported Gao Fei cheered crazily, as if they saw victory in their hands, and was prepared to win … … However, Gao Fei also roared excitedly and rushed towards Zhao Zegang. He planned to beat him down in one go and beat him to the ground then beat him to death with his fists.

Zhao Zegang bent his body, he did not dodge, but suddenly snorted coldly. His body suddenly moved, and with a seemingly ordinary sliding step, his body moved towards Gao Fei's face, and at an unbelievable angle, stepped into his Middle Palace.

Gao Fei immediately felt an extremely dangerous aura surge into his mind, like a poisonous snake striking. He instinctively wanted to retreat and defend, but it was too late … At this moment, the black clad old man standing in the hidden control room raised his eyelids, and said two words in a cold voice. " Gao Fei is defeated! "

< p > As his voice faded... A huge change immediately occurred in the boxing arena!

< p > "Crack..."

With a loud, clear thumping sound, Zhao Zigang's right fist landed on Gao Fei's chest. A powerful killing force broke his breastbone, leaving a dent in his chest area!

< p > "Wow!"

Gao Fei spat out a stream of blood and cried out miserably. He directly pounced onto the stage and immediately lost consciousness, the scene was extremely bloody and bloody, and when the spectators saw the reverse scene, they were all stunned for a moment, and then became completely silent. Everyone's faces revealed a look of disbelief, after all, Zhao Zegang's victory was too sudden, and completely exceeded what they had imagined.

If not for the fact that Gao Fei was lying in a pool of blood and was on his last breath, the spectators would have thought that he was practicing his fake punches.

After half a minute of silence, the small majority of the spectators, who had bought Zhao Zegang's win, started to shout excitedly, "Long live the Shura! "Asura is invincible!"

"Kill Gao Fei!" Kill him! "

"Go, kill that brat Gao Fei, we like to see him lose his life …"

Zhao Zegang remained unmoved. He did not even look at Gao Fei who was lying on the stage, because he knew that Gao Fei was already crippled in his hands. As a result, he turned around and directly walked towards the resting area of the stage.

After Zhao Zegang left the stage, a few staff members carried a stretcher and went up onto the stage to carry the half-dead Gao Fei away. However, the spectators in the field were unsatisfied, and all of them began to shout.

Especially the audience that lost money, they even started cursing at the audience that won money. The scene immediately turned chaotic, and if it wasn't for the ferocious security guards maintaining order, these people would have started fighting long ago.

At this time, inside the office, the luxuriously dressed young man twitched his mouth and said: "I think that although this Zhao Zegang is not bad, he isn't that much better than that Gao Fei!"

The black-clothed old man on the side sneered and said, "Hehe …" Anshu, you misjudged me. "

< p > "Oh?" Uncle Long, tell me, how did I make a mistake? That Zhao Zegang sure got hit a few times! "

The Young Master An asked curiously.

That fellow surnamed Zhao is doing this on purpose. He's hiding his true strength!

The black-robed old man named Uncle Long said coldly.

< p > "Hm?" Why did he hide his strength? "

Young Master An was puzzled.

"The person surnamed Zhao is very smart!" He knew that if he revealed too much of his strength, it would not benefit him at all, since he can defeat Gao Fei anyway, and that he can do so in order to not attract too much attention, you all should know that in the black fist competition, the stronger the fighter, the stronger the opponent he will face! That's why it's even more dangerous! "

The black-clothed old man explained.

"Oh, I understand. That old kid surnamed Zhao is looking for an opportunity to leave, right?"

The Young Master An said.

At this time, the Brother Chaigou, who had been silent all this time, interrupted, "Mn … The Anshu was indeed like that, the reason Zhao Zegang came to participate in the Black Fist Competition was to gather money to treat his sister's illness. Now that he has raised enough money, he will withdraw. "

< p > "Oh?" Does that mean he won't participate in the tournament anymore? "

Young Master An frowned and asked.

< p > "Err..." That should be the case. "

The Brother Chaigou answered carefully.

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