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"Zhao, I guess you are the only one here." Banner's voice came, and Zhao Wou-ki turned around, just in time to see Banner standing at the entrance of the rest area.

"What?" Zhao Wuji questioned.

"You should get ready." Banner pointed to his watch and said to Zao Wou-ki.

It turns out that preparations start half an hour before each match until the start of the boxing match.

The boxers in the rest area were in different shapes, some were silent, some were happy, and some were doing pre-match warm-up exercises like crazy.

And Zhao Wou-ki just glanced at them lightly, and followed Banner out of the rest area.

"Zhao, you should go to the preparation area later, the competition will start soon." Banner told Zhao Wou-ki the arrangement of the competition.

Zhao Wou-ki nodded slightly, and then saw Banner pointing to a ring in the distance, and said, "Zhao, that's where you fight."

That arena is not considered the periphery of all arenas, and of course it is not in the center of the arena.

Of all the arenas in the arena, boxers accounted for more than half of them, and only a small half of the arenas were still empty.

Zao Wou-ki and Banner walked to the bottom of the ring, there was a lonely chair on the edge of the ring, probably for boxers to sit on.

At this time, there was no one around the arena, and there was an electronic screen above the arena, and there were a few big words under preparation on the screen.

Zhao Wou-ki walked over slowly, sat down on the chair, and after about 10 minutes, people around gradually came here.

On the other side of the arena, a black man with a grim face came slowly and sat down on the chair alone. Then, he raised his head and looked at Zhao Wuji across the arena.

Then, he smiled coldly, stretched out his thick hand, and pinched Zhao Wuji hard, with a very rich expression on his face.

After a while, a small man came beside the black man. The small man was not very old, in his thirties, with a cunning face. When he looked at Zhao Wou-ki from a distance, his expression was vague contempt.

What others didn't expect was that he actually walked towards Zhao Wou-ki's place.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Klauer. There is no one in this boxing ring who doesn't know me, and I'm well-known." The little man named Klauer said arrogantly, although standing is no better than sitting. Although Zhao Wujiu is somewhat different, he has a condescending appearance, as if his identity is so unusual.

Zhao Wuji and Banner looked at him indifferently, without saying a word, they wanted to see what tricks he was trying to pull off.

Seeing that Zao Wou-ki and Banner didn't say a word, Klauer was quite satisfied, thinking that they had developed a sense of fear towards him, and he was a little complacent.

"I see, you are a newcomer!" Crower said his guess.

"Well, so what?" Zhao Wuji sneered slightly.

"I'm here to help you, I believe, you don't want to lose your life!" Klauer looked at Zhao Wou-ki and said superiorly.

Seeing that Zao Wou-ki didn't speak, Klauer preconceived that Zao Wou-ki was afraid.

"You are his manager! Not everyone can get into this business." Claure raised his chin and glanced at Banner lightly.

Banner thought it was funny. He, a senior who had been in the underground black boxing world for an unknown number of years, was educated by a junior who didn't know the heights and depths of the world. Thinking about it, he found it incredible.

"So..." Klauer finally said his intentions, "I hope you can take the initiative to admit defeat, so as to save trouble and not hurt you, what do you think?" Klauer said Looked at Zhao Wuji.

In the underground black boxing world, under normal circumstances, one is allowed to admit defeat, unless it is a life-and-death battle, that is, the result can only be that one party dies and the other survives, otherwise they will not get any rewards. In order to win, most powerful boxers often can't hold back their hands, and often decide the outcome with one blow. Therefore, the death and disability rate of black boxing is relatively high.

What Klauer meant was that Zao Wou-ki would admit defeat directly before making a move, otherwise the opponent would not be able to hold back, which actually had a hint of threat in it.

"Oh, I see, you go over there!" Zhao Wou-ki said lightly.

"Huh? Then do you agree or not? I came to remind you kindly." Klauer asked, hugging his shoulders.

"Hehe, I'll tell you the answer later." Zao Wou-ki glanced at him and said.

Klauer's face turned cold all of a sudden.

"You don't agree?" He asked coldly.

Zao Wou-ki moved the chair, and there was a harsh friction sound from the chair.

"Didn't you hear what I said?" Zhao Wuji stood up all of a sudden, a head taller than this man.

"Okay, you asked for it yourself." Klauer stared at Zhao Wou-ki like a poisonous snake.

Zhao Wou-ki turned a deaf ear to his words, but talked with Banner about some matters in the boxing match on his own.

Klauer's face suffocated, turning red and purple, and he didn't want to leave immediately, or if he didn't leave.

Coincidentally, there were audience crowding here at this time, and Klauer took this opportunity to walk back, of course, full of resentment.

Zao Wou-ki and Banner could see that the big black man on the opposite side showed a questioning expression after Klauer returned, and Klauer pointed to Zao Wou-ki and told about their situation here.

Immediately, the expression on the black man's face was extremely exciting. If his gaze was a sword, he might have already slashed over by now.It is conceivable that he wished to rush over and fight at this time.

When there were still 10 minutes before the boxing match, the display above the ring began to display a 10-minute countdown, and at this moment, the audience around the ring was almost full of the ring.

However, this is nothing, the scene around the arena in front of Zao Wou-ki is just a microcosm of the many arenas in the whole venue, no one will think that this place is so special.

In the southwestern direction of the entire site, a circular staircase leads to the upper floor, and almost no one enters or exits from here.

On the circular staircase, outside a tightly closed door, several burly men with sharp eyes walked back and forth in front of the door, but inside the door, it was a different scene.

A ring-shaped sofa, a man who is a big circle around the average person is stuck in the sofa, picked up the cigar a little strangely, lit it and took a sip, his brows were furrowed quietly.

Two young men in their twenties and thirties in uniform stood respectfully behind the sofa and looked at the man in the sofa.

The one sitting on the sofa is naturally Joan. At this time, he is enjoying the power that others have given him, and this feeling makes him fascinated.

"What's wrong with me?" Joan's heart swelled extremely, and he completely forgot what he looked like in the past.

"I have to get you!" Joan clenched his fists and creaked.

"Dear Mr. Joan, do you need to watch the closed-circuit television in the boxing ring?" A voice came from behind him, and Joan turned his head, and it was a taller handsome man in a dark uniform who asked respectfully.

Ann snorted and said, "Open it!"

The handsome man lowered his head slightly, stepped forward and turned on the CCTV.

The real-time images of all the arenas were displayed on a display screen in front of which almost occupied the entire wall.

These screens that are divided into small pieces show the real-time status, some are in progress, some are in preparation, and some are idle.

Joan cheered up and read it carefully, and subconsciously paid special attention to the appearance of those orientals.

At this time, Qiao An was only paying attention to the boxers in the ring, so he didn't find anything unusual. The performances of those oriental boxers seemed to be similar, and their strengths were all on the same level. Qiao An didn't see any sudden emergence.

Then, even he didn't notice that there was a live broadcast of the ring that was supposed to show preparations, suddenly changed to in progress.

A corner of the noisy boxing arena, a ring that is no different from other rings...

With a flicker of the screen above the arena, the status immediately changed to in progress, and then the basic information of the two sides appeared.

Hammer vs Iron Fist

Heavy hammer record: four games, two wins and two losses

Tekken record: None

After seeing the records of the two, the crowd subconsciously gravitated toward the big black man. Although his record was unsatisfactory, he was about to be promoted anyway, so everyone was more optimistic about him.

The boxing rules organized by the king have evolved to the end, forming such a situation. In its rules, the strength of the strong does not require a number of quantitative victories, but a qualitative victory. Therefore, those strong In bottom-up boxing, you can naturally rise up slowly, and those with similar strength will eventually be wasted in low-level boxing matches. If you win today, you will be defeated by others tomorrow.

Therefore, the number of boxing matches most fighters here are not very scary.

"The heavy hammer is on the stage!"

"The heavy hammer is on the stage!"

After betting all their money on the big black man, the audience began to shout. Although they were not familiar with the big black man, it did not hinder their enthusiasm for money youhuo.

The big black man walked onto the ring amidst the shouts of the crowd, raised his arms and shouted wildly, driving the enthusiasm of everyone present.

Such a scene is not special, and it is performed countless times here almost every day.

After the big black man entered the ring, he grinned wildly, and then asked loudly, "Who is it next?"

There was booing immediately.

The big black man stretched out his index finger and pointed in the direction of Zao Wou-Ki, focusing heavily, his eyes swept around the circle of the ring.

"Zhao, go up!" Banner's eyes flashed with a cold look, which was relatively rare on his face.

He wanted to vent his anger.

Zhao Wou-ki sneered, got up and left, when he just sat on a chair with a relaxed appearance and was submerged in the crowd, everyone's eyes were focused on the big black man, almost no one noticed him.

But at this time, when he stood up and walked slowly onto the ring, everyone's eyes were almost frozen.