Baojian

Chapter 973 One Punch to Death
At this moment, Basong has entered a state of madness. He is now fighting Peng Hong completely with instinct, and almost all his actions are made subconsciously.

For warriors, this state is actually something that can be encountered but not sought after, because the eyes, ears and even the nose can deceive people, but human perception cannot deceive people. After entering the crazy state, Bassong even has some senses dangerous ability.

However, compared with Qin Feng's keen sensing ability, Ba Song's ability is only elementary. He can only make some predictions about his next move, so when he feels that he can bite Peng Hong's shoulder, Ba Song Without the slightest hesitation, he took a bite.

"Huh? Brother Hong shouldn't show such a flaw?"

Qin Feng at the bottom of the boxing ring frowned slightly. You must know that fighters have very strong teeth. Some people who have practiced their kung fu to the teeth can bite off even a steel bar as thick as a little finger.

"So it was to lure the enemy? Peng Hong's martial arts qualifications are really good..."

But then Qin Feng's brows relaxed, because he found that the muscles on Peng Hong's shoulders were trembling at a high speed, and he understood it in his heart, and at the same time secretly praised Peng Hong's talent. In such a short time, He has already mastered some of the skills of dark energy warriors in using clever energy.

Sure enough, after Basong bit down, he suddenly felt that Peng Hong's muscles were like cowhide bands, and there was a kind of elasticity when biting down, and there was no such thing as a situation where he would see blood when he bit down. Bassoon froze for a moment.

It's just that Basong's spirit is a little abnormal now, he is like a hunting dog that has bitten something, he is unwilling to let go of his mouth, and when he bites without bleeding, Basong's mouth opens slightly, But he took another bite.

"Damn, is it really a dog?"

Although Peng Hong's shoulder was not bitten off by Basong under the high-speed muscle tremor, he felt a pain that pierced his bone marrow. He believed that there must be a row of tooth marks on his shoulder. Anyway, his clothes It was bitten off.

"Ho ho..." The second bite still failed to bite through Peng Hong's muscles, and Bassong became more and more crazy, with a strange hoo hoo sound from his throat, and the grinding sound of his teeth even echoed under the boxing ring. Everyone can hear.

But even so, the skin of Peng Hong's shoulder was still not bitten by him, but Peng Hong's bones made a cracking sound. Under Basong's powerful bite force, his muscles trembled at a high speed to the limit. It's almost unbearable.

At the same time, Basong's two arms were also wrapped around Peng Hong's neck. Those withered, black and thin arms had strangled countless masters. As long as Peng Hong's neck was hugged, it would be a deadly situation. Bassong, who has lost his sense, is even more threatening in terms of attack power.

"Open it for me!"

Peng Hong also seemed to be aware of the crisis. The muscles on his shoulders suddenly lost their elasticity. Just when Basong's teeth were about to bite down, he felt a sudden burst of force from Peng Hong's muscles, and he collapsed. Bassong's head suddenly tilted back, and there was a buzzing sound, and there was a momentary blankness.

"Die!"

Peng Hong yelled violently, and after breaking away from Basong's teeth, he shook his arms and blocked Basong's hands that were embracing his neck. , the two fists hit Basong's temples on both sides of his head in a combined attack at a speed that was hard to see with the naked eye.

"Ah!" Basong, who was completely unsuspecting after Peng Hong's double fists, let out a terribly miserable scream, and two bloody things shot out from his face with two bloody arrows, spraying Peng Hong. Hong's head and face were covered in blood.

Except for Qin Feng and Peng Hong who was fighting, no one in the audience could clearly see that the two bloody things shot out of Basong's face were his two eyeballs. Under Peng Hong's violent blow, Basong's eyeballs Unexpectedly, it was squeezed out from the eye socket abruptly.

Peng Hong, who walked from the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, was not affected by the blood on his face at all. After hitting the pair of wind piercing ears, he leaned back and kicked out with his right foot soundlessly. In one of Tan's leg moves, he hooked his feet, and kicked the toes straight on the vitals of his lower body.

I don't know if he was venting the resentment in his heart. After Peng Hong kicked this kick, before Basong's body could bend, his fists hit Basong's left and right ribs like a storm. The speed was so fast. Outsiders could only see Basong's body trembling constantly, but he never fell down.

I don't know how many punches he punched, Peng Hong's arms crossed suddenly, hooked Basong's head suddenly, taught the next wrong step and made a strangling movement, only heard the sound coming from the boxing ring. With a crisp "click", Basong's head turned in a strange direction, and the drooping head was facing his back impressively.

"Aw..." Peng Hong let go of the arms that were holding Basong's head, and let out a long cry, his arms slapping his chest continuously, letting out a victor's roar.

On the other hand, Basong, after Peng Hong loosened his doubling, his whole body was as soft as a lump of mud on the ground. What makes people feel cold is that Basong seems to have no bones from the lower abdomen, and the whole upper body is like A pile of rotten meat squeezed together, the situation is extremely weird.

"Dead... dead?"

"Bassong was beaten to death?"

"Beast Basong, just... just died like this?"

"Where's the replay? Hurry up and play the replay just now, slow motion..."

Although this process is very long to write, when it actually happened in the arena, it was just a short 20 seconds. The people watching the match did not react until Bassong fell to the ground. Suddenly there was a deafening sound.

Peng Hong's series of actions were so violent that even the staff in charge of filming and editing couldn't react. When the audience was shouting for replays, he looked at the filming screen in front of him like he was waking up from a dream. .

The playback process is very simple, you only need to rewind the video tape and then slow it down. After more than ten seconds, the scene of the confrontation between Peng Hong and Bassong just now reappeared on the big screen in four directions above the boxing ring. .

This time everyone saw it clearly. In fact, when Peng Hong punched Basong for the first time, he had already lost the ability to fight again and might even have died. Peng Hong's subsequent actions were purely to ensure that Basong could be killed.

However, this extremely bloody move caused the adrenal glands of the audience to soar in a straight line, and everyone's faces screamed uncontrollably like chicken blood, and the entire venue was filled with a kind of tyranny. Some women even took off their bras and threw them into the boxing ring frantically.

"Peng...Peng...Peng...Peng..."

Peng Hong's name was shouted by a few people at first, but after only a few rings, the whole audience followed suit.

What is even more astonishing is that the door of the most prestigious box in the arena was opened from the inside, and a middle-aged man dressed in Arabia hugged two women whose cloth was not as big as a slap, and loudly confronted each other on the ring. Peng Hong raised his hands and shouted: "Good fight, Peng, these two women belong to you..."

"The idea of ​​a local tyrant is really weird..."

Qin Feng, who was standing next to Abdul, couldn't help touching his nose. This buddy is simply too talented, and the rewards he gave are also different. I don't know how much money Abdul won this time. getting so excited.

"Damn, damn Chinese, damn Peng..."

Just when Abdul rushed out of the box, the old Ivan and Albert, who were in shock, also reacted. After looking at each other, the old Ivan cursed. Of course, this boxing match was extremely exciting. , but his net worth has shrunk by more than half.

"5000 million, damn it, I'm going to kill this Chinese, I'm going to kill this Chinese..."

Old Ivan was about to go mad with anger. The backhand he had prepared was useless at all. Sergey, who was standing under the ring, was opening his mouth in shock, his eyes full of disbelief. The look on his face was obviously extremely unexpected to this result.

"Trash, Basong, this trash!"

After scolding Peng Hong, old Ivan began to scold Bassoon again. Thinking of the 5000 million US dollars to be paid to Abdul, old Ivan's heart was bleeding. His willpower was persuading himself not to let his right hand touch the pistol at his waist, otherwise old Ivan would definitely shoot and kill Peng Hong.

"Ivan, don't be impulsive..."

Albert saw what old Ivan was thinking, and said, "This incident may not necessarily be a bad thing. You know, as long as the news of Abdul's winning gets out, I believe there will be more super rich people next year." came..."

Compared with the old Ivan who occupied a single place and became the toubob, Albert's vision was undoubtedly broader, and his thoughts were more international. Although the loss of money also made him feel heartbroken, but compared to this The influence that the game can bring, Albert became calm.

"You are right, but...but I still want to kill this Chinese man." Old Ivan understood what Albert said, but the anger in his heart had to be vented, and Peng Hong undoubtedly The one who bears the brunt of his wrath.

"We can't kill him here..." Albert said in a serious tone: "If we kill him here, the 5000 million we will spend will be meaningless at all, old Ivan, don't be so stupid things..."

"I know, Albert, I don't need you to remind me..." The old Ivan was really going crazy now, and said in a very aggressive tone: "Do you think that our Russian gangsters are all so brainless? I Will do it after he leaves the town of Chur!"

"Of course not, otherwise how could I become a business partner with you?"

The angrier old Ivan was, the less angry Albert felt in his heart. He hoped to see old Ivan who lost his mind. If old Ivan could hug grass and beat rabbits to kill Qin Feng together, that would be even more delightful to Albert. Yu Le sees what he asks for.

"Albert, I'm in charge here, you don't need to teach me how to do things..."

Old Ivan glared at Albert angrily, and angrily pushed away the people in the box. The bodyguards standing outside seemed to feel the boss's anger, and they were all trembling, for fear that Old Ivan would use them to vent his anger.

"Old Ivan, fortunately, I killed Bassong..." Peng Hong had already been cheered by the audience for several minutes on the ring. Go find old Ivan in Abdul.

"Peng, congratulations..." Old Ivan struggled to force a smile on his face, and said, "Beat Bassong to death, you may be able to squeeze into the top [-] rankings of the world's black boxers this year... ..."

The ranking of black market fighters is somewhat similar to that of regular professional fighters. It does not mean that if you kill the ranked fighter, you will be able to rank yourself. This can only be determined after a comprehensive evaluation system.

However, if Ba Song is killed, Peng Hong's bonus points must be very high, so even though he has only fought black market boxing twice in his life, Peng Hong may also be able to rank among the world rankings of black market boxing. Don't underestimate the top five. Ten, you must know that there are tens of thousands of registered black market fighters all over the world.

"Thank you, old Ivan, I don't know when will I get my money?"

Peng Hong didn't seem to see old Ivan's ugly face like a dead father, and said straight to the point: "I have something urgent to leave Chur Town, I hope you can give me my appearance fee as soon as possible... "

After killing Basong with one punch, Peng Hong really had a clear mind at the moment, and the depression that was squeezed in his heart in the past was also swept away, so even if he stood with the old Ivan and other gangsters, he was not at all imposing. downwind.

"Peng, we are old friends, can I still lose your money?" The expression on Old Ivan's face seemed to be constipated. Hatred.

But old Ivan also knows that Peng Hong is so powerful now, even if he goes to the boxing ring in person, he will end up like Basong in the end, being beaten to death by Peng Hong, so he can only bear with it .

"Peng, you go to the lounge to take a rest first, I will find you later..." Although old Ivan wanted to tear Peng Hong's body into pieces, he still tried his best to squeeze a smile on his face, and said: " There will be a big business introduced to you later, I think you will be interested..."

Old Ivan knew that Peng Hong's need for money was very urgent these years, so he believed that as long as he mentioned money, Peng Hong would definitely agree.

Just when old Ivan was a little surprised, Peng Hong frowned and said, "Old Ivan, I said before that after this fight, I will leave tomorrow..."

"Huh? Could it be because of this young man surnamed Qin?" Old Ivan couldn't help but glance behind Peng Hong, but no matter how he observed, he couldn't feel the slightest dangerous aura from Qin Feng. This is clearly an ordinary person.

"Peng, anyway, you won't leave today, let's have a good chat after the boxing match..." Old Ivan stretched out his hand to pat Peng Hong's shoulder affectionately, but he didn't expect that the side of Peng Hong's body made the old man Ivan took a blank shot, with an embarrassing look on his face.

"Oh, amazing Chinese, you are amazing..."

Just when Peng Hong and Qin Feng were about to leave, a slightly exaggerated voice came from beside them. Abdul, who was wearing a traditional Arabian costume, circled the ring for a circle and finally found Peng Hong.

"Mr. Abdul, how is it? Are you satisfied with the boxing match we held?"

Seeing Abdul, the old Ivan finally put aside Peng Hong, went up to him and said, "In the future, Chur Town will replace Las Vegas and become a holy place for black market boxing matches. I also hope that Abdul Mr. can come here often..."

"Oh, of course I'm very satisfied. I won a small amount of money when I first came here. Thanks to you, Mr. Iwan."

As an Arab prince, Abdul is impeccable in etiquette. After saluting old Ivan in a very gentlemanly manner, he turned to Peng Hong and said, "Peng, I must have your autograph. , you are my idol now, that punch just now was so beautiful..."

"Small money? Damn, can 5000 million dollars be called small money?"

After hearing Abdul's words, old Ivan's heart was about to bleed. This time they paid more than 2 million US dollars in compensation, although old Ivan, who is only one of the shareholders, only needs to spend a few thousand Wan, but this is already half of old Ivan's life savings.

"Peng, look, do my movements look like Chinese kung fu?" Originally, old Ivan wanted to chat with Abdul, but Abdul's attention was not on him at all. .

I don’t know if Abdul has watched Bruce Lee’s movies. When he was talking, he was still gesticulating with his hands and screaming “Oh, oh”. The robe looks like a big penguin.

"This is also a strange flower in the Arab royal family..."

Watching Abdul's performance, Qin Fengyou secretly laughed in his heart. This guy is definitely an alternative in the Arabian royal family. If the current king sees his appearance like this, I don't know if he will be cut off from his economy. Source, directly expelled from the royal family.

"I'm actually a member of the royal family."

Looking at Abdul, Qin Feng suddenly remembered his own background. If it is true, Qin Feng's family is much longer than Abdul's, and even if it is compared to financial resources, the value of gold in the different space is Also far above the oil underground in the Arab world.

"I don't know when we can find Jiajia?" Qin Feng thought of his sister again, and couldn't help feeling sad. He decided to find his sister after Meng Yao's illness was cured, even if he measured the whole world with his feet. come out.

"Who are you?"

Just when Qin Feng was thinking about it, Peng Hong became a little impatient. Although the game just now was very short, Peng Hong also consumed a lot of energy and stamina. He was about to go back to rest, but was caught by Abu. Durer stopped him.

"This is Prince Abdul, a member of the Arab royal family..."

As the host, the old Ivan introduced to Peng Hong: "Prince Abdul has bet heavily on you. In this game alone, he won 5000 million US dollars..."

When he said these words, the muscles on old Ivan's face were twitching, and that smile was really not much better than crying.

"Xiaoqian, it's just for fun. If you win this game, you might lose the next game..."

Abdul waved his hand disapprovingly. He has been gambling in Las Vegas for the past few years, and his hand style has not been very smooth, so he decided to come to the town of Chur after receiving the invitation from old Ivan this year. Unexpectedly, the first game he suppressed brought him an unexpected surprise.

In fact, 5000 million U.S. dollars is not a small amount of money for Abdul. It is almost his royal dividend for a year. A handcrafted gold version of the supercar is in the bag.

And recently Abdul also took a fancy to a 300-year-old castle in the UK. The price of this castle is 3000 million euros. If repairs are added, it will cost at least [-] million euros.

So Abdul may not be able to make money, but he is definitely good at spending money. Even if he wins one billion eight hundred million today, Prince Abdul is capable of spending all of it. ability.
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