From Fist Wishing Blade to Muscle King Ming

Chapter 229 The Centennial Arena!
boxing building,
"Yeah. Domestic food tastes good."

Leng Kong picked up a delicacy of an unknown creature and stuffed it into his mouth, his face was full of satisfaction.

To be honest, in just two days, the unknown creatures he ate were the sum of the previous two worlds, and the key point was that they were still very nourishing.
"I said, is it really okay for you to eat like this?"

Watching Leng Kong spit out food of the same size as himself, Fan Haiwang felt overwhelmed just watching from the sidelines.

What is the structure of this person's stomach?
Can't fill it?
Or is he not human?

"What can be wrong?"

After sweeping away the hard dishes, Leng Kong brought out a large basket of after-dinner snacks (barbecue), and slowly drank it with cold beer.

"I'm still wounded now, how can I recover if I don't eat more?"

"Well, you're the wounded!"

Fan Haiwang was speechless.

Leng Kong was wounded, so he could kill him with a random move, what could he say?
"Bring your delicious food, we should go."

Leng Kong drank the beer in one gulp, holding the big box with one hand, "The century-old arena has finally started? I can leave anytime."

"Um"

Fan Haiwang nodded, and took out another suitcase: "Here, this is the box you left at the front desk, and the money is still in it."

"What for me?"

Leng Kong didn't want to carry a suitcase around with him.

"If I take your money, won't I make my fellow martial artists laugh at me?"

Fan Haiwang pushed the suitcase closer.

"It's too much of a hindrance to carry this thing in your hand."

Leng Kong didn't even look at the suitcase, and said again, "If you're sorry, just give me a card."

"also."

Fan Haiwang didn't care about the small amount of money, so he took out a bank card without a password from his wallet and stuffed it into Leng Kong's hand, and then the two took the elevator to the underground parking lot.

The car drove to the airport, and after transferring to a private jet, the two quickly arrived at the venue of the big challenge arena.

"Okay, the name has been reported, and the competition will start tomorrow!"

Not long after Fan Haiwang went out, he came back and told Leng Kong that it was done.

"So fast?"

Leng Kong wanted to see who the players would be, but the process of the grand arena, which was held only once in a century, was so simple.

"Um,"

Fan Haiwang nodded:

"Before the start of the arena, each martial arts province has determined their own strongest sea king. I just changed my name to yours when I went there."

"Then take a good rest and prepare for tomorrow's game."

"I can't wait to see my younger brother face you, haha."

Fan Haiwang laughed quite unscrupulously.

"The strongest sea king?"

"I'm looking forward to it too!"

Leng Kong's eyes narrowed slightly, and his fighting spirit surged. It took a hundred years to hold a big arena, so he shouldn't let himself down, right?
"Ha ha."

This night, Leng Kong chose to use the battle soul awakening posture instead of sleeping until dawn.

Because he wants to adjust his state to the best, and then face the 4000-year-old essence of Chinese martial arts.

"Ah."

"Hoohoo."

On the second day of the big ring, the contestants hadn't appeared yet, but the enthusiasm of the crowd was already ringing out one after another.

However, the fiery atmosphere on the field did not bring out the hot, cold and cold heart at all.

He felt that he adjusted his state for nothing last night.
because
Because he was standing in the entrance passage, after looking at the sea kings in front of him, he didn't find a physical characteristic.

What's going on in this world?

Is there a bug?

In the century-old arena in a great country, he couldn't see a single physical characteristic?
Where did the demographic dividend go?
While Leng Kong was thinking wildly, the host's voice exploded,
"After a hundred years, meet again!"

"The zodiac houses representing the positions of the heavenly bodies."

"A year is divided into twelve months!"

"Heaven, earth, sun, moon and the twelfth house of the patron saints of the eight directions!"

"Twelve Vajras under the Buddha's seat!"

"Jesus' twelve disciples."

"Today, twelve warriors are here at the same time."

"Let us welcome them in
Liu Haiwang, HLJ Province, Bailin Temple!
Lie Haiwang, also from Bailin Temple in HLJ Province.

Sun Haiwang, JL Province, Ji Quan Do.

Yang Haiwang, SD Province, Vajra Fist.

Chen Haiwang, FJ Sheng, San He Quan.

In addition to Neptune, JS Province, Dragon King Fist.

Mao Haiwang, HB Province, Shourouquan.

Samwang Neptune, Thai boxing.

The King of Jihai is stupid, and he knows how to fight with empty fists.

Li Haiwang, GD Province, medicine hard fist.

Leng Kong, recommended by Fan Haiwang, Jeet Kune Do.

Oliba, a free country, does not lock men. "

When the host read the last name "Jet Kune Do Leng Kong", several eyes immediately stared at the entrance channel.

When Leng Kong walked out of the passage, the observer stood up at the same time.

"How did he come?"

Lie Haiwang, who shaved himself bald again, turned his head and clenched his hands into fists in an instant. It was this person who broke several of his ribs and disabled his whip skills.

"Is it his brother who killed in seconds?"

Li Haiwang also turned around, his eyes fixed on Leng Kong.

"It's him?"

Possessed with poison, Blade Ya, who had been thinned into ribs, clenched his fists immediately when he saw Leng Kong. He couldn't forget the scene of being violently beaten by the opponent.

"Jie Jie is interesting."

"It's really interesting, ahaha"

And the one who was most excited was Yujiro. After seeing the cold sky, his face twisted instantly, his eyes shot scarlet blood, and the devil's back muscles were about to move.

As for Oliba, who played behind Leng Kong, he said that he had already been shocked in the passage.

"Can everyone accept the practice of only twelve players?"

The host's voice continued,

"Don't worry, there are still contestants behind."

"The first place, after a hundred years, the former overlord of the big ring will compete again, the King of the Sea, the real himself, the 146-year-old Guo Haihuang!"

After the voice fell, a thin, goose-haired, little old man with dark glasses entered the arena in a wheelchair.

"Really?"

Leng Kong frowned, and clicked on the old man's attribute panel.

Guo Haihuang, the master of the four thousand Chinese martial arts.

Martial arts: Chinese martial arts.

Mystery 1: Boxing theory!
Boxing theory, the ultimate martial arts esoteric beyond the pinnacle of skill.

Profound Truth 2: Ultimate Offensive Power.

The ultimate neutralizing force is the ultimate neutralizing force that does not bear a trace of force, and the attack power that converts all kinetic energy of the body into an attack.

Boxing theory?

The ultimate mystery of martial arts?
Is this going to turn into fantasy?

After reading the old man's attribute panel, Leng Kong's eyes lit up.

This 146-year-old man is definitely a monster-level existence.

"Then there are three contestants temporarily determined by the Martial Arts Province."

The host's voice sounded again,

"They are from the free country, Muhammad Ali II, and Fanma Yujiro and Fanma Yanya who came over from Japan!"

"The above are the sixteen contestants in this grand arena!"

"The cruel knockout match once in a century!"

"The ultimate battle once in a hundred years!"

"The official opening is now!"

(End of this chapter)