1162: C1162 Bottom Note

C1162 Bottom Note

At this moment, two contestants were standing on the stage.

Both of them were very distinctive. One was thin and tall, the other short and strong.

Although the tall and thin contestant looked very thin, his muscles were especially tough. Even Zhou Yi couldn't guarantee how much strength was hidden underneath his muscles.

Most importantly, this person looked very thin, but his arms were longer than the average person. This kind of person usually had an advantage in battle.

The other one looked no more than the tall, thin man's shoulder.

His four limbs were sturdy and his muscles were sturdy. His shoulders and thighs were covered in frozen tendons. He was definitely a power-type contestant.

Therefore, when these two were put together, it was really hard to guess who would be the final victor.

The black market boxing here was much colder than it had been on television.

There were actually no blood-boiling shouts here, nor were there any women wearing revealing outfits. Perhaps it was because the identities of the people here were different, but what they wanted to see was not these gaudy things.

When both sides were ready, the referee stepped onto the stage, blew a whistle, and the match began.

It had to be said, the man in the white casual suit had predicted it quite accurately.

The two fighters each had their own merits.

The tall and thin contestant's body was fast and nimble. The short statured contestant was steady and had strength. The two of them were fighting in a tie, so it was impossible to tell who won.

The woman didn't expect the man to be so accurate, so she couldn't help but ask, "Your eyes are really accurate, but can you tell what kind of punch they used?"

The man glanced at the arena again, then retracted his gaze and said in a low voice: "Both of their martial arts have the shadows of a routine, there's a 80% chance that they're those who have left the army. Moreover, from the looks of their moves, every single one of their moves are deadly moves, and only those who have experienced life and death situations would have such reactions."

Zhou Yi couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard the man's comment.

What he said was right. Although the two of them were evenly matched, every attack was fast, accurate and ruthless. Regardless of which attack it was that hit, it would definitely not be a good one.

At this moment, the battle between the two had reached a small climax.

The suited man whispered into the woman's ear, "Look, the victor is about to be decided."

As expected, the moment the man finished his sentence, the tall and thin man suddenly punched directly at his opponent's chest.

Just when the opponent was in a daze, the thin, tall man once again took a step forward and punched him a few times in the chest.

In the end, his body bounced up as the pair of scissors held his feet in midair, clamping onto his neck.

The short contestant's body spun 180 degrees in the air before finally landing heavily on the ground. Following that, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

However, that tall and thin man didn't plan on letting him go. He directly lifted his ankle, raised his foot and heavily stomped down on his knee.

'Kacha! 'a crisp sound was heard.

The man's knee was crushed by his stomp, and he fainted from the pain.

The tall man stood on the stage and slowly swept his gaze over the audience. His eyes were ice-cold without a single trace of warmth.

Zhou Yi leaned back against the sofa. He didn't know the rules here. What else would happen after a fight like this?

This was because the boxer with a short stature had already been dragged down.

At this moment, a person who looked like Waiter walked up the stage and whispered into the fighter's ear.

Then, the fighter turned his gaze in Zhou Yi's direction.2

Others might not know what the other person said, but Zhou Yi heard it clearly.

He just didn't expect the tall and thin guy to look at him, which was quite surprising, because the waiter clearly told him to look for the man in the white suit.

Following the boxer's gaze, everyone turned to look at him.

Zhou Yi raised his eyebrows and looked back.

At this moment, the waiter on the stage quickly ran over and whispered a few words into the tall and thin man's ear.

It meant he was looking at the wrong person, but although the tall and skinny guy changed his direction, the meaning in his eyes didn't change at all.

It was full of contempt and provocation.

Ye Zichen looked back at the man in white. What the crowd didn't expect was that the skinny and tall man on the stage was even more ruthless as he raised his middle finger towards the man in white.

Seeing this scene, the people below the stage were all in an uproar.

Actually, logically speaking, this kind of Black Fists only had one match every day. The contestants didn't challenge them like who, but there was no rule saying that was out of the question.

Therefore, after the tall and thin man did this action, no one from the crowd tried to stop him.

The two men in the corner smiled darkly.

"I didn't expect your idea to be quite good, but I don't know if that brat will fall for it." The bald man said.

"Of course he will. He'll definitely go on stage. If you don't believe me, just wait and see."

The short-haired man smiled sinisterly.

On the other side, the man in the white suit didn't move, but the woman couldn't help but say, "Damn. This is a naked threat. Do you really think that's good?"

"What do you mean, good or not? I knew that you wouldn't end up in a peaceful state if you were to follow your young mistress!" The man in the white suit also shrugged.

"Come up!" The tall and thin man on the arena spoke again.

Basically, everyone present had extraordinary statuses. Seeing this scene, everyone's blood started to boil, and some people had already started to make new bets.

The man in the white suit stood up and slowly took off his white suit.

Then he loosened his necktie and raised his head. He hooked his fingers at Waiter, who was not far away, and said, "Come over here."

Waiter trotted over and respectfully bowed to him. Then, he said, "Sir, may I ask what you want to do?"

"What is it? Didn't you see what Young Master was going to do? " He rolled his eyes, then took out a bank card from his pocket: "Of course I'm betting on Young Master."

"What?" If you want to bet, who will you bet? " Waiter didn't expect the suited man to say something like that and was at a loss for a moment.

The man in the suit reached out his hand and knocked on Waiter's head, then said, "Nonsense, of course I bet on myself to win. Do you think I would bet on that monkey to win? I've got a million in my card and I'll put it all on it. "

"Alright!" Waiter immediately replied respectfully.

Waiter didn't feel surprised as he bet millions, hundreds of thousands, and even millions of dollars.

Zhou Yi's wrist slightly moved at this moment. He also took out a card and threw it into Waiter's arms. "I also have five million to put on the bet. I bet on him winning."

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