From Fist Wishing Blade to Muscle King Ming

Chapter 226 A Century-old Arena?
"What a grand!"

Looking at the towering single-family building in the downtown area, Leng Kong sighed.

It may be that martial arts are prevalent in this world, and the inheritance of martial arts has not been broken, and the various sects seem to be quite rich.

If it was placed in the previous life, it would be impossible for other sects except Shaolin Co., Ltd. to have a single floor in this area.

"King of Boxing, the name is very domineering, but I don't know how much weight it has."

His eyes scanned the plaque above, and Leng Kong strode in.

"Ho Ho Ha!"

"Ho Ho Ha!"

Pushing open the door, one can see disciples wearing white short-sleeved exercise uniforms practicing exercises in a row.

"Sir, are you here to learn boxing?"

"Here, fill out a form first?"

Then a soft female voice rang in the ear.

Leng Kong raised his eyes and saw a smiling woman standing at the front desk to greet him.
The woman has a good figure, and her face can score 7 or 8 points. Coupled with the cool uniform, the bottom is greasy and white. Why do you feel that it doesn't match the boxing gym?
I glanced at the so-called form, what about monthly subscription, seasonal subscription, annual subscription and a large string of 0s behind it.
If it wasn't for seeing the "King of Boxing" plaque before entering the door, Leng Kong would have thought he had entered that gym.

Is this treating martial arts as a business?
Leng Kong's eyelids twitched slightly, and he faintly felt that this Neptune seemed a little unreliable.

"No, I'm looking for you Neptune!"

"You mean our curator?"

The beautiful receptionist said in a sweet voice: "If you want the curator to guide you personally, the fee may be higher. Oh."

"Is this enough?"

Leng Kong didn't want to perform a tricky show in the lobby, and then crazily abused the dishes, and finally drew Neptune, and directly handed over the suitcase.

It can be solved with money, why make more troubles?
"Clam?"

The beauty opened the box, her mouth opened into an O shape, and her eyes turned green, stimulated by the neatly stacked red heads inside.

She might not have been so shocked if she swiped the card, but the same cash is different in front of her eyes.

"Enough!"

"follow me."

He quickly locked the suitcase into the safe, then twisted Xiaoman's waist, and walked to the elevator beside him.

At the same time, he explained: "The curator's practice room is on the 18th floor. Generally, only the direct disciples, that is, you VVIPs are eligible to go up."

Without filling out the form, the woman automatically regarded Leng Kong as a VVIP (taken advantage of).

The elevator went up quickly, and within a few seconds, a large practice room appeared in front of him.

"Curator, another VVIP has joined."

The elevator door is the main door. As soon as she walked into the room, the beauty salesman shouted happily to the middle-aged man standing in front of the open-air glass.

"Um,"

The man turned around, his face was handsome, his temples were half white and his head was black, his hair color distribution was very similar to Shibukawa Goki's, but his body was much stronger.

"Then let's talk."

The beauty salesman gestured ok, returned to the elevator and was already figuring out how much she would get this time.

Fan Haiwang: Haiwang of GD Province,
Martial arts: boxing king way.

Gone?

It's gone?
After reading the attribute panel, Leng Kong found that his premonition had come true.

There is a high probability that this Neptune is also a parallel importer.

"You're not here to practice martial arts, are you?"

Beauty sales can't tell, but Fan Haiwang also has the title of Sea King. From Leng Kong's pace and breathing rate, it can be seen that the other party is also a martial arts practitioner, and his strength is not even weaker than himself.

"It's still a little sharp."

Turning his wrist coldly, "Come on, let me see what level the Neptune in China is."

"strength?"

"Haha. Don't underestimate Aquaman, kid!"

Seeing that Leng Kong seemed to be here to kick the field, Fan Haiwang was not polite, he slid to the front of Leng Kong with his left foot leading his right foot, and drew a semicircle with his right leg,

Bang!
The whip leg directly hit Leng Kong's waist.

However, this amount of strength couldn't even make Leng Kong's body shake, and he raised his eyelids slightly, "Be serious, Neptune!"

"how is this possible?"

Fan Haiwang's eyes bulged out, and he slammed a straight right fist at Leng Kong's chest.
click.
The result was poor, and the muscles that automatically rebounded from the cold air were shaken and fractured.

"Is it useless, or is this all you can do?"

Seeing that Fan Haiwang only had this strength, Leng Kong's eyes were almost gone.

Is Neptune just so watery?
Or is this world deliberately targeting Huaguo martial arts?

"Little devil, don't underestimate people!"

As a majestic Haiwang, being so contemptuous by Leng Kong, Fan Haiwang exploded.

The left leg leans back and rotates half a circle at a high speed, and then chops towards the cold air again.
Bang!
Then, Leng Kong pressed his face and smashed it to the ground so hard that the floor was cracked by him.

And Fan Haiwang, who didn't have any special physique, obviously couldn't bear such a critical blow, his head bled, and he collapsed on the ground and passed out.

"No, that's it?"

Look at Fan Haiwang who is in a coma, and then look at his blood-stained palm,

Leng Kong was speechless, he didn't use much force!
Want to be weak?

Give me back my expectations!
do not care!
After wiping his palms on Fan Haiwang's clothes, Leng Kong walked slowly to the big recliner in front of the window and sat down, enjoying the scenery slowly, and waiting for Fan Haiwang to wake up by himself.

"What happened?"

After more than ten minutes, Fan Haiwang slowly opened his eyes.

"Am I not fighting?"

"Yes, fight!"

The memory before coma flashed, Fan Haiwang jumped up with a whoosh, and put on a fighting posture.

"woke up?"

"Although the strength is not very good, but he wakes up quite quickly."

The air-conditioned high reclining chair half leaned on it and looked at Fan Haiwang who was still in a state of tension.

"It's you!"

Recognizing that Leng Kong was the one who knocked him out with one move, Fan Haiwang hurried back a few steps, but seeing the half-smile expression on Leng Kong's face,
Feel like a clown.
That's right, if the other party really wanted to harm him, he would have done it long ago when he was unconscious, and he didn't have to wait until now.

"you find me"

Immediately put down his stance, and said very unwillingly: "You want my place in the century-old arena, right?"

Leng Kong was stunned for a moment, "The century-old arena?"

"Don't pretend, you have a trick to knock down my strength. Apart from the upcoming century-old arena, I don't think there is anything here that will attract you."

"Don't worry, I will let you get the quota because you have the strength!"

Fan Haiwang was relieved,

Originally, he wanted to prove that he was the No. 1 in the martial arts world of Huaguo in the grand arena, but Leng Kong shattered his fantasy with just one hand.

Pure strength is in front of him, and he can't accept it even if he doesn't want to.

And the other party has been very sincere.

He obviously has the strength to crush himself, but he didn't choose to kick the gym, but paid money to go upstairs and have a one-on-one with him,
After defeating him, let him wake up slowly without leaking out, and saved his face.

This is already very face-saving.

What's more, during the battle, the other party deliberately gave him two tricks. Fan Haiwang felt that if he didn't know how to play, he would be too bad at being a human being.

Uh.
Leng Kong didn't know what Fan Haiwang had thought up, anyway, he was even more confused when he heard it.

What century-old arena?

What quota?
I don't know at all, and I haven't heard of it.

He came here to harvest physical characteristics and experience body,
Regardless of Fan Haiwang, he also knows that warriors in this world have strong vitality and will not die easily.

Then inquire about the situation of the martial arts circle in Huaguo from Fan Haiwang's mouth. After all, the information collected in Japan is too limited.

What's going on now?

The situation has not been clarified yet, what quota is the other party going to give him?

"I practiced abroad in my early years, so I really don't know the situation in China,"

Leng Kong pointed to the opposite chair and invited, "So, can you explain it to me?"

(End of this chapter)