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He saw a tall European man wearing a camouflage tactical vest with golden hair and blue eyes appear under the light. His appearance made everyone in the audience gasp.

The one who walked out was actually Simov, he was around 1.8 meters tall. This height, to Western men, was not considered particularly tall, and his body was not considered very tall and sturdy. The only difference was that the muscles on his arms, which were like cast iron, actually gave off a greyish-white metallic luster.

What made people's hearts palpitate was Simov's eyes. Those deep blue eyes were like ice, filled with a cold killing intent.

The crowd all felt his frightening killing intent at the same time. They all felt chills from the bottom of their hearts. It was as if the person standing in front of them was not a person, but rather a bloodthirsty dagger.

After Simov walked out, he casually waved his hand towards the crowd around him, and under the guidance of the light, he leisurely walked towards the stage, there were two big sized men in front of him, and when Simov arrived at the bottom of the stage, the two pulled on the ropes of the stage, allowing him to climb in.

The moment Simov entered the stage, he stood at the corner of the stage, looking up, his eyes squinted, facing the strong light above, his face was cold and wooden, with a mysterious expression.

"Look!"

This person was the "Infernal King" from Siberian training camp.

Simov, look at his calm expression, doesn't this look like a unsheathed machete?

My friends, place your bets, I believe he will not let you down!

"

The host continued with his provocative words, and then Simov suddenly walked in front of him, patted his shoulder, and even smiled at him. A burst of killing intent surged out from his body, scaring the host pale faced, he retreated a few steps and almost fell off the stage.

Fortunately, Simov seemed to be trying to scare him, and quickly returned to his original position. He crossed his hands in front of his chest, and with a calm look, he closed his eyes and meditated.

The host swallowed his saliva and calmed himself down before continuing with his introduction, "Next... "We have invited our experts from the Chinese Special Forces..." "Steel Fist!"

Xiang Feng!

"

Following the strong light shining on the other fighter's resting room, the whole stadium burst into cheers.

Then, a tall and sturdy man wearing a tactical vest, whose muscles were like cast iron, slowly walked out. It was Xiang Feng!

The reason Xiang Feng appeared here was because he had already taken "Brother Da Fei" previously.

He borrowed 200 thousand from Shen Lian in order to operate on his mother.

Therefore, the reason why Xiang Feng participated in the competition was to pay his debts.

However, Xiang Feng was very clear that the opponent in this competition was the "Demon King of Hell" that he was very afraid of.

Simov, and this was a lawless battle, and because of this, it was extremely dangerous. If he was the slightest bit careless, it was very possible that he would lose his life on the spot!

As a result, although Xiang Feng appeared calm on the surface, he was actually quite nervous inside. After going up on stage, he constantly adjusted his breathing, and stabilized his own state. After the two of them entered the stage, they went into the office upstairs. "Brother Da Fei!"

He whispered to the young nobleman: "Young Master Nangong, the one fighting against Simov is Xiang Feng, his skills are pretty good!"

The young nobleman nodded and turned to ask the Tang suit wearing elder: "Uncle Di, which of the two fighters do you think will have the greater chance of winning?"

The Tang suit wearing old man squinted his eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "That old man's strength isn't bad. That surname, Xiang, isn't weak either. But this time, I'm afraid the odds are against him!"

"Oh …" Uncle Di, you are an expert, how long do you think that Xiang Feng can hold on for? "

That young nobleman asked again.

"If that old fart used his full strength, he wouldn't last more than two minutes!"

The Tang suit wearing old man coldly said.

"Ugh …" Only two minutes! Isn't this too fast? "

The young nobleman was surprised.

"The two people on the arena have gone through harsh training, especially that old Mao Zi. His body's strength and quality have reached the limit of the human body, but in reality, he is not an inner force expert. He is a true inner force expert who can fight to the death in one move!"

The old man said.

"Ugh …" So powerful! "

That young nobleman revealed an astonished expression.

"We can bet on that old fogey to win!"

The Tang suit wearing old man replied and no longer spoke. He looked at the screen and watched the scene below the ring. His expression was calm. Hearing the tang suit wearing old man's words, the young gongzi turned his head and asked "Brother Da Fei …"

, what are the odds of the two sides betting on each other?

"Oh, about 1: 1. At least half of the spectators bet on Xiang Feng to win!"

"Brother Da Fei!"

He hurriedly answered, and then asked: "Young Master Nangong, you spent a huge sum to invite Simov here, don't you want to bet on it?"

"Really!?" Then bet 1 million on Simov! "

That young nobleman said.

"Understood!"

"Brother Da Fei!"

He nodded immediately.

At this moment, the match began... This underground boxing competition was not some martial arts competition, and there were no rules to it either. One side had to fall to be considered the victor, this was definitely a battlefield for the dead.

As a result, when the judge announced the start of the fight, Xiang Feng took a deep breath and stood at the center of the stage, looking at Simov who was slowly walking over. Simov also walked to the center of the stage and looked straight into Xiang Feng's eyes. The air was filled with dense killing intent.

After that, Simov suddenly raised his right hand, extended his thumb, and pointed it at the floor. He then made a slitting motion towards Xiang Feng's neck, with a cruel sneer on his face, it was an action that looked down on his opponent.

Xiang Feng, on the other hand, only looked at Simov steadily, completely unresponsive to his provocative actions.

"Fuck, this old fart is really arrogant, beat him to death!"

"That's right! Kill him! "Beat this old fogey to death!"

"Xiang Feng, go! "Let's destroy that old fur!"

"That's right, this old fogey is so arrogant, kill him! This old man will bet more!"

Feeling the thick smell of gunpowder, the audience began to seethe with excitement as they began to speak.

Because a large majority of the spectators were Chinese, mentally, many of them wanted Xiang Feng to kill Simov!

Right at this moment, a "dong" sound suddenly rang out.

With a shout, Simov stepped forward, his body moved, his right leg had already swept out towards Xiang Feng in a berserk!

"Swish …"

In the blink of an eye, the surrounding air seemed to explode!

This whip kick of Simov's, no matter if it was speed, strength, explosive strength, or even the angle, had all reached the limit of close-combat!

Xiang Feng immediately felt that his hair was standing on end from the fierce kick.