future master in modern

"Death!" Tumul's face turned grim, and he slammed down his fist.

He looked at Galaxi's face, and now his face should be extremely desperate, but what about despair?Tumul didn't see this expression, all he saw was calmness and indifference.

With a "click", Tumul suddenly realized that since the beginning, he had unknowingly walked into a dead end.

After getting down short, Galaxi quickly slid on the ground and slid to Tumuer's side.

He swiped his legs and knocked Tumul down.

Since Tumul was exhausted and his center of gravity had long been unstable, Galaxi was able to succeed this time.

"thump!"

The moment Tumul fell to the ground, there was a sudden silence for a few seconds.

Many people were stunned, especially those guests who bet on Tumul, it was even more difficult to accept this scene.

What does it mean to be knocked down by an opponent in a fight?

"Go to hell, bastard." A man who bet on Tumul cursed, threw his clothes aside, and sat down angrily.

With his scolding, many people who also bet on Tumul immediately set off a curse against him.

Very bad luck, really bad luck.

Tumul kept these words in his ears, intending to make a comeback, but at this time, Galaxi had already quickly come up and locked his body.

Every inch of his joints, every inch of his muscles could not move at this moment.

"Ah!" Tumul roared, his eyes were red, he was trying his best to break free from this bondage.

As long as he breaks free, he has a chance to come back.

However, the facts can't always come true, he forgot how he chased Galaxi just now.

Just a few seconds later, there was a wave of wild shouts that suppressed those cursing voices. It was the cheers of the people who supported Galaxi after seeing Tumul's comeback.

At this moment, they grow out of their hearts!

"kill him!"

"kill him!"

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Such words kept circling in Galaxi's ears, his eyes became ruthless, and he stared at Tumul.

Tumul is desperate, he wants to live, he doesn't want to die!

Gradually, a pleading look appeared in his eyes, and he begged the other party to spare his life.

However, this is simply impossible. Only when Galaxi kills Tumul at this time can the competition be complete.

If he doesn't kill him, there will naturally be people who don't agree.

The arms holding Tumul's neck tightened suddenly, Tumul's eyes widened, and there was a gurgling sound in his throat.

"Click!"

With a crisp sound, Tumul's neck broke.

Galashijo stood up with a jerk, arms held high.

Behind him, Tumul shrugged his limp neck and remained silent.

In the first game, Galahi won.

The host strode up to the center of the venue, officially announcing the results of the first match to everyone.

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In the box, James' eyes widened.

"That's fine too!"

Jims didn't really care that his first bet was a failure, what he cared about was that Zhao Wou-ki made a fortune easily.

Now, he also doesn't understand whether Zhao Wuji is lucky or foresight.

Zhao Wou-ki looked at his increased amount and smiled faintly.

A real master can analyze the opponent's strength just by meeting them face to face.

Aside from superficial phenomena, it is nothing more than changes in spirit, energy and spirit.

That Tumul just now has strength, but his impetuous temperament may help him win in a general duel, but once he meets an opponent who is similar to him, this is his fatal point.

With the strength difference between the two, the victory or defeat is reflected in other aspects. In other words, whoever can persevere to the end is the winner.

Galashi made it to the end, so he was the one standing.

Cruelty, of course, exists, but in this kind of duel where the two exist, how can it be possible if it is not cruel?

The people around Chen Moyuyu were a bit out of place.

It turned out that she couldn't understand the madness of those people and the constant yelling of those people.

But now she understands, she finally understands what is a big gamble, what is money like water, and she also finally understands that the so-called money is just a number on the screen.

"Sister Chen." Ah Hu bent down and said in a low voice, "The benefits of this gambling are really unimaginable. If Sister Chen wants to gamble, it's not impossible. I, Ah Hu, think that I still have some eyesight and accuracy. Not to mention [-]%, but there are still [-] to [-]%."

Chen Moyu shook her head and said, "Let's take a look first." She still couldn't throw the money like water like those people, without any psychological pressure.

I am different from them.

Ah Hu nodded, but his eyes flickered for a while.

With the popularity of the first game, the next game is even more exciting.

Sure enough, the next few fights were full of excitement, and the atmosphere at the scene rose from wave to wave.

Zao Wou-ki used that amount of capital to bet correctly several times in a row, and the original 100 million US dollars was also constantly increasing. It seems that before Zao Wou-ki's appearance, a breakthrough is very hopeful.

Jims went from half-believing at the beginning to being completely convinced later, as long as it was the object of Zao Wou-ki's betting, he also bet along with it.

"Zhao, you are really..." Jims looked at Zhao Wou-ki with a smile on his face, he was more and more satisfied with Zhao Wou-ki now.

Zhao Wou-ki smiled lightly and didn't say a word, but looked at the amount of money that had risen again, his smile became even bigger.

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"Boss, let me go." Kun Mo'er was eager to try.

Hade looked at the big black man with a smile, rubbed the sapphire on his finger and said, "Alright, then you will be the one to go!"

Harder beckoned to the waiter, pointed to Kunmel and said, "Arrange him for the next game."

"Okay, no problem." The waiter nodded respectfully and went to arrange for Kunmoer to play.

Moments later, the waiter returned and told Harder that arrangements had been made.

"Behave well." Harder patted Kummer on the shoulder.

Kummer grinned and opened his white teeth.

There was a rumble off the court, and their hoarseness could no longer describe their state.

The host's face was flushed, and his blood was surging. He took advantage of the free time just ended to drink some water before going on stage again.

"Ladies and gentlemen, listen to me, this is just the beginning, next up is Drucker from the United States and...

He paused heavily, and then called out loudly: "Kummel from the Siberian training camp!"

No one is calm anymore, the boxers in the Siberia training camp have been famous for a long time!

Needless to say, many people have already prepared to bet on Kunmoer.

Kunmoer made some preparations and walked into the arena amidst countless cheers, and Kunmoer, who showed up for the first time, did not disappoint everyone, giving people an extremely convincing feeling no matter in terms of body shape or demeanor.

And Drucker from the United States has a mediocre appearance. If one word is used to describe it, then it can only be said to be strong.

The two took their seats and started placing bets.

After a while, the flashing numbers on the screen finally stopped.

The odds are naturally high for Drucker and very low for Kummer.

However, this does not prevent people from betting on him. No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat. As long as the principal is large enough, it is not a problem to make a fortune.

Of course, it's more of an interest, they only care about winning or losing, nothing more.

The scene lights are changing, and this scene is about to start again.

Zhao Wou-ki silently watched the audience, but did not place a bet.

And Jims was going to ask Zao Wou-Ki for his opinion, but Zao Wou-Ki just said: "You should know him better than me."

This made Jims confidently and boldly bet on Kummer.

On the court, Kunmoer moved his body a bit, his incomparably muscular muscles were full of endless strength in every move, and the majestic polar bear behind him stimulated everyone's attention.

There are many voices, and he is worthy of everyone's belief that he will be the winner of this game.

At this moment, in a remote box.

It's a little dark inside.

An extremely handsome man was sitting on a soft sofa, and a girl with a fiery figure, who could be called a stunner in the world, was lying on his body, undulating up and down, extremely lewd and infinitely charming.

He is, Pino!

Pino's face was a little red, his eyes were slightly closed, and the breath in his nostrils was a little rough.

Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, shooting out a sharp light.

He saw Garmel on the field and the polar bear on his back.

There was a sneer at the corner of Pino's mouth, and he stretched out his right hand to gently stroke the hair of the girl on his body, as if he was comforting a docile puppy.

The girl stopped, revealing a pair of blurred blue eyes.

Pino gestured with his hand, the girl froze for a moment, and stepped aside obediently.Pino clapped his hands lightly, and then someone knocked lightly on the door.

"Come in." Pino said.

A middle-aged man came in, bent down, and moved to Pino's side.

"Tell Audrey that the next game is to fight that Kunmel."

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "Master, what if that Kunmoer is unwilling?"

After all, Kunmel may not be willing to play a second game after one game, which is a very disadvantageous behavior.

"It doesn't matter, he will agree, because he is from the Siberian training camp." Pino narrowed his eyes suddenly.Everything seems to be under control.

The middle-aged man nodded and stepped back, closing the door quietly.

Vicious glances flashed across Pino's eyes, and then everything disappeared.

He twitched his finger at the girl beside him, and with a coquettish smile, Pino let out a long breath.

Kummer on the court is full of spirits, he has his own pride, because he comes from the Siberian training camp!

The opponent in front of him is just a small character, and he is sure to solve the opponent in an instant.

The host suddenly announced the start of the duel.

Kunmoer's eyes widened, and he became crazy. The gap between that opponent and him was not 01:30.

Before Drucker could react, Kummer was already close.

Oops!Drucker's mind boomed, it was extremely messy.

With a heavy punch, Kunmoer first slammed it down hard, knocking Drucker upside down, then backed up slightly, whipped his leg, brushed it, and whipped the iron leg that he had just trained countless times on De Luke. Luke's head.

Bang!

Drucker's eyes bulged, blood spattered everywhere, and his neck was twisted at an incredible angle.

slammed to the ground.

Kunmoer dealt with his opponent cleanly and viciously, then raised his hands high and shouted wildly.

From start to finish, less than ten seconds!

As expected of a strong man from the Siberian training camp!

ps: at most two chapters with protagonists appearing