C65

Chapter 65 - Turns out he's making twelve million!

"Hey, kid, your mom is calling you to dinner!"

The America Striker ruthlessly pushed Xia Luo once, using her huge pectoral muscles to push him against the barrage rope, before being pulled back by the judge.

"Haha!" Quisha is domineering! "

"Kill this kid!"

There were people below, shouting and shaking their arms.

Even Xiao Leibin was sweating in his heart, because the difference between Xia Luo's body and Kui Sha's was just too big.

One was a muscular man and the other was a small piece of meat. Not to mention, Kui Sha was a ruthless character who had won twelve consecutive rounds!

"This brat is actually participating in the competition?!" Hahaha, I want to see how he died! "

When Wan Shaopeng saw Xia Luo coming up on stage, he was instantly overjoyed. Then, he hurriedly took out his mobile:

"Hello, Manager Yang, this is Shao Peng!" Um, lend me another million, please don't … Just listen to me out. This time, I'll definitely make a lot of money.

"Alright alright, enough brothers. I'll return it to you tomorrow. Please don't tell my dad!"

After hanging up the phone, Wan Shaopeng was grinning from ear to ear as he hurriedly let his hands place their bets.

With a whistle, the match began.

Kui Sha shook his head. He had a relaxed expression on his face as he spoke in Chinese: "Brat, don't say that I am bullying you. Come, I will let you hit me first."

"Oh."

Xia Luo nodded his head, without being polite, he suddenly turned into a afterimage, his right fist heavily smashing Kui Sha's face!

"Puff …"

A large amount of blood sprayed out.

Kesha immediately flew out of the arena and completed a 720 turn in mid air, heavily smashing into the audience stands, breaking two seats that were welded with steel.

Blood was gushing out of his mouth, and he was about to die.

The audience suddenly quieted down. Everyone stared at the twitching Kui Sha, unable to believe what had just happened.

Even the judge only reacted after five or six seconds had passed: "The winner, Mask Man!"

"What the f * ck!" How could this be? "

"Shark was killed with a single punch?"

"My two million, that's what I use to buy the house! "AHH!"

Hundreds of gamblers were cursing wildly, but even more people were amazed at this masked boy's terrifying strength.

"Fuck, Brother Luo is so cocky?"

Xiao Leibin was dumbstruck. That big shark was a fighter who had taken a silver belt in North America when he was young.

Xia Luo actually killed him with a single punch?

"Too weak."

Xia Luo shook his head, feeling extremely bored.

This fellow didn't even have the strength of an early Houtian realm martial artist. He could even defeat him with his toenails.

At this time, the one who had collapsed the most was Wan Shaopeng. He had only borrowed one million, but he had already lost everything in the first round.

"How could this be …" Dammit! My one million RMB! "F * ck!"

The second match.

Xia Luo's opponent was a Titan, Cui Hongwan. He was nearly two meters tall, and although he looked clumsy, he actually possessed immense power.

As long as anyone was in his embrace, his spine would be broken!

As soon as the match started, Cui Hong Wan raised his claypot sized fist and threw it towards Xia Luo's face.

Xia Luo welcomed it with a punch, only hearing the sound of "Kacha!". With a crisp sound, Cui Hongwan let out an earth-shattering scream, the bones in his hands shattered and he immediately kneeled on the ground, giving up.

The audience was stunned. They were doubting if they were sleepwalking together?

In the third match, the black fighter's eight ribs were broken by Xia Luo. He vomited blood as he climbed down the stage.

In the fourth match, Ivanko, the national judo expert nicknamed 'Meat-Grinder', tried to subdue Xia Luo using the decapitated bridge, but both of his arms were dislocated.

Match Five, East Ocean Warrior with nine stages of karate. Before the competition, he made a humiliating action towards Xia Luo and then was pressed onto the ground and smashed apart with his hammer, leaving not a single tooth out of his twenty-eight remaining.

In the sixth match, a fighter with a bit of strength had finally arrived. He was the successor of Songxi Iron Palm. He had the strength of an early Houtian realm martial artist and had won twenty-one matches in a row.

However …

"Bam!"

With a palm strike, the heir of Iron Palm stepped back a dozen steps. His palms were covered in blood, and the web between his thumb and index finger had split open.

How could he still dare to compete? He could only concede obediently.

After twenty-nine matches, each averaging no more than two minutes, no one could break his mask. After a long journey, Xia Luo finally arrived at the boxing ring.

The King of Fighting at the Pine River underground boxing market was called Chen Tao, and she was a Metaphase of Postnatal Period warrior.

The two of them had been fighting for close to ten minutes.

"Hu, hu, hu!"

Leaning on the barrage rope, Chen Tao's eyes became increasingly sinister. "I have to hold onto the position of the King of Fighting!" I must defend, the position of the King of Fighters is mine, no one can take it away from me! "

The second round began, and the two of them fought for another five minutes. Chen Tao took this opportunity and suddenly shot out a thin silver needle from his mouth, straight into Xia Luo's eyes!

"Damn, hidden weapons!"

Xia Luo was furious, after dodging the silver needles, his right fist suddenly increased in speed by multiple times, and fiercely smashed into Chen Tao's lower jaw.

"What?!"

Chen Tao never thought that Xia Luo actually did not even use 10% of his strength.

After that punch, Chen Tao's lower jaw completely shattered. He wouldn't be able to say a single word for the rest of his life.

"Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar!"

"Mask Man! The Mask Man is invincible! "

"Twenty-nine consecutive victories!"

"A new Fist King has been born!"

The spectators were boiling, crazily shouting out Xia Luo's nickname, the atmosphere was almost crazed.

With a twenty-nine win streak, and a 95% KO rate, Xia Luo successfully swept away the accumulated twelve million prize money!

After he left the stage, a large group of families crowded around him.

"Mask Man, this is my name card, Red Wood Group's Li Zhenghua. I want you to kill someone for me.

"Mask Man, I am willing to pay you to be my bodyguard, with an annual salary of 20 million!"

"Mask Man! "Don't go, my daughter is eighteen years old this year and has just been signed by a secretary. I think you two should get to know each other better …"

Xia Luo pushed a bunch of people away and went to the background of the fist market to receive his prize money.

He especially got Xiao Leibin to get him a Black Card from Zhang Rui Shi Bank. Rui Shi Bank had absolutely kept all the customer information confidential, and it would be difficult for ordinary people to find his identity.

"He earned twenty million in one night. Is there anything more profitable than playing dirty?"

After seeing Xiao Leibin offering to give him his share of the money, Xiao Leibin was so scared that he quickly shook his hands, "No … "No no, Brother Luo, how could I dare to take your money? I'm just joking."

"You really don't want it?"

Xia Luo smiled as he glanced at him.

"I really don't want to! "It's my honor to be able to help you, Brother Luo."

Xiao Leibin had a flattering smile on his face, but his heart was sweating cold sweat.

The Black Market Fist King who had won twenty-nine consecutive victories, even the strongest expert of their Black Dragon Society did not have such strength!

He didn't even have time to fawn over such a terrifying existence with money.

"Hmm?"

Out of the corner of his eye, Xia Luo saw that Wan Shaopeng was not far away, gritting his teeth as he looked at him.

Xiao Leibin said softly. "Originally, this guy lost miserably, but later on he borrowed a million from me and bet all of it on you, Brother Luo, to win.

"Do you trust me that much?"

Xia Luo sneered.

At this time, a few men wearing black clothes and sunglasses walked over to Xia Luo's side and said: "Mr. Mask Man, our boss is very interested in you, could we chat for a while?"

"What do you want!?"

Xiao Leibin immediately became nervous.

"Hehe, Young Master Xiao, don't worry, our boss is only here to discuss business with Mr. Mask Man."

The leader took off his sunglasses and revealed a smile. He had a skull tattoo on his neck, so it was obvious that he wasn't a good person.

"Brother Luo, don't believe them!" Their boss is not a good person. " Xiao Leibin blocked in front of Xia Luo.

"I'll follow you."

Xia Luo said indifferently.

"Brother Luo?!"