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Tu Gang against Lei Hong, this alone had no suspense. After all, one of them was a super strong expert who had once massacred a Blood Clan subordinate to it, while the other was just an ordinary human who was somewhat flowery.

Besides, Tu Gang had received Ye Qian's order to not kill anyone, otherwise, with his punch, Reihom would be a dead man.

Of course, even if that was the case, right now, Reihom wasn't much better off.

This was because Tu Gang's punch was simply not a power that a human should have. Although this punch did not send Lei Hong flying, the effect was even more frightening.

At this moment, Reihom was standing right in front of Tu Gang. Tu Gang's fist landed on Reihom's shoulder, and with a punch, the Blood-light s on the stage splattered everywhere.

In just a split-second, half of Reihom's body was blown into a bloody mess. Even his arm had been shattered by the terrifying fist force, and was sent flying onto the stage's iron cage.

Blood gushed out from Reihom's body in an instant. It was a bloody scene to the point of exploding.

All of this happened in an instant.

Silence. At this moment, the entire underground boxing arena had turned silent. Whether it was the spectators in the stands, the people in the box, or the host below the stage.

Currently, countless pairs of eyes were staring at their boss. Surprise exploded in everyone's heart. No one was willing to believe what they were seeing, including Reihom himself.

The intense pain seemed to have arrived even later than expected, as Reihom's broken body fell onto the stage with an inconceivable look.

At this very moment, he kept muttering, "How is this possible …"

However, with just one sentence, he fainted.

As for Tu Gang, he merely gave Reihom a mocking look. He did not do anything else, nor did he say anything else.

"What, what did I just see?"

"My eyes, are they deceiving me?"

"A punch destroyed half of Lei Hong's body, is, is he even human?"

After an unknown amount of time had passed, whispers began to rise again on the stage. Their voices didn't seem to be loud, as if they were afraid of disturbing the deity on stage.

At this moment, the outcome of the match did not seem important to the audience. What made them even more horrified was the terrifying power of that punch. After all, that power was not something a human should have.

Let alone the audience, even He Jia and Feng Xiao were dumbfounded.

"Feng Xiao, Feng Xiao, you, hurry and pinch me, pinch me, and see if I'm dreaming or not."

By now, He Jia was completely paralyzed. He could not imagine what kind of terrifying existence that fellow onstage was. After all, Reihom was the seed fighter for seven consecutive victories, but in front of the god of death, he was like a rag doll, even inferior to a cloth doll.

At this moment, Feng Yuansheng, who was in the arena, was also witnessing this scene with his own eyes.

Although Feng Yuansheng knew that this Death God was not an ordinary person, he had never expected him to be this powerful. Feng Yuansheng had originally thought that he could at least deal with Lei Hong, but he could also take this opportunity to deal with the recently disobedient Lei Hong.

However, Feng Yuansheng could not imagine what had happened on the stage. With a single punch, the god of death had only used one punch to cripple Lei Hong, the kind of person who could not be more crippled.

"It's over, it's over, it's all over. How could this be? How could such a monster appear?"

While muttering, Feng Yuansheng spoke to his subordinates, "Hurry, hurry up and call Gao Yang. "Also, bring all the people that can be found here."

"Yes, Director Feng."

As his subordinates left one by one, Feng Yuansheng fearfully picked up the phone on the table and muttered to himself, "Looks like I can only call the big boss. I really can't deal with this situation."

It had to be said that Feng Yuan knew his own limits.

After all, it was already a one-sided lawsuit against a crazy fifth box, and now a humanoid monster was coming for him. This was not something a human could deal with.2

Therefore, Feng Yuansheng had no choice but to call the club's boss.

Right when Feng Yuansheng was desperately trying to call for help, the fighting arena once again went crazy.

Standing on the stage, Tu Gang just glanced at the host, who was still staring at him, and said softly, "Hey, send someone to clean up the stage. Also, send this guy to the hospital, or he'll die."

Tu Gang's nonchalant words immediately shocked the host.

Looking at Tu Gang's appearance right now, the host couldn't be more scared. After all, ever since the underground boxing arena was established, they had never seen a non-human who could shatter half of a person's body with one punch.

Faced with Tu Gang's request, the host could only nod and say, "Yes, yes, yes. I, I will have someone clean the stage."

"You guys, what are you all waiting for? Hurry up and clean up the stage."

As he said that, the host hastily called for the staff members below the stage.

Those staff members looked at Tu Gang as if they were looking at a demon. They pushed him away and didn't dare to step forward. Until Tu Gang slowly walked down from the other side of the stage.

Standing in front of that host, Tu Gang stared at him coldly and said, "Who's next? Let them go faster. This father's patience is limited."

At this moment, the host didn't dare to go overboard. After all, it all depended on the boss behind him to see who would go up on stage next.

Therefore, the host could only try his best to smile and say, "About this, about that, Lord Death God, why don't you go to the resting room and wait for a while. We have made arrangements for you to be notified immediately. "

Tu Gang didn't object. He nodded and instructed, "Move quickly. Don't make me wait too long."

"Yes, yes, yes, yes."

At this moment, the host was covered in cold sweat as he bent over. Only after Tu Gang left did he subconsciously take a deep breath.

However, Tu Gang, at this moment, did not know that as he left the stage, a pair of eyes had already locked onto him in the room above the stage.

Looking at his back, the owner of the pair of eyes was brimming with excitement and excitement.

Waving towards the subordinate in the room, the well-dressed elder suddenly said, "Send someone to the resting room. I want to meet this god of death." It's such a pity for such a capable person to stay in a place like this to spar. "

"Yes, boss."

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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