Supreme Cthulhu

Chapter 8 Flame Fist
"Black Panther, your opponent this time is a samurai named Yanquan, whose strength is at the level of a samurai!"

"Possessing a mid-level Huang-level martial art - Flame Fist, the opponent's strength is very strong, even if it is a warrior who confronts a warrior of the third rank, he can gain the upper hand, you have to be careful!" Seeing that the competition is about to start, Lan Yu reminded road.

"Well, I see!" Ling Jiuxiao replied lightly, not caring at all.

Lan Yu felt strong confidence from Ling Jiuxiao's words. He didn't know where Ling Jiuxiao's confidence came from, but now he couldn't say much, otherwise he would be suspected of growing others' ambition and destroying Ling Jiuxiao's prestige.

After half a stick of incense, Yan Quan entered the arena.

Yan Quan is a 40-year-old man with a bearded face and a burly figure, especially his hands, which are twice as thick as ordinary people. He is obviously very good at manual kung fu.

"Brother Lan Yu, how much bonus did I win in the No. [-] ring?" Ling Jiuxiao asked suddenly.

Upon hearing this, Lan Yu replied, "Twenty silver coins."

"Please bet all twenty silver coins on me to win!" Ling Jiuxiao said.

Hearing this, Lan Yu glanced at Ling Jiuxiao, "I understand!"

Then Lan Yu left, went to place a bet, and quickly returned to Ling Jiuxiao's side, "The bet is over!"

"Thank you!"

Lan Yu went to bet just now, but he not only bet twenty silver coins, but bet ten more gold coins.

The ratio of copper coins, silver coins, and gold coins is one hundred to one. Ten gold coins are the annual income of an ordinary family. Even for Lan Yu, ten gold coins are equivalent to his monthly income. , He didn't know why he was so impulsive and bet so heavily on Ling Jiuxiao, maybe it was because of the high odds, or Ling Jiuxiao's self-confidence infected him.

But now that he has made a bet, it is useless even if he repents. Lan Yu only hopes that Ling Jiuxiao can create a miracle and defeat Yanquan. At that time, he can make a lot of money, because Ling Jiuxiao's current odds are [-] to [-]. If Ling Jiuxiao wins, Lan Yu can get fifty gold coins in return.

But even if Ling Jiuxiao's odds are so high, there are only a few people who buy him to win, because many people are not optimistic about Ling Jiuxiao, and those who buy Yanquan to win are not afraid that Yanquan will throw water and make fake punches during the battle. Because in this arena, once someone is found to have punched fake punches, the consequences for the fighter who punched fake punches will be very miserable.

On the No. [-] ring, a young woman is mobilizing the atmosphere. The woman is wearing a cheongsam with slits, and her appearance is quite gorgeous. Her every move exudes charming magic power. Because of her words, the entire ring is boiling. Get up, the audience keeps chanting.

"I'm going to invite our Yanquan player to come on!" The young woman shouted coquettishly, and Yanquan walked onto the ring with a cold expression on his face.

"Everyone, Yanquan player is a powerful fighter. He has experienced [-] battles and won [-] victories in total. His strength is unquestionable. Friends who haven't had time to place bets yet, please place bets quickly, or the battle will begin , it’s too late for you to place a bet!” the young woman joked.

Because of this, many spectators bet again, and Ya Yanquan won.

"Next, let's invite our challenger Black Panther to come on stage!" The young woman shouted loudly when she saw that the atmosphere was getting better.

"Black Panther, it's up to you!" Lan Yu looked at Ling Jiuxiao and said in a deep voice.

Ling Jiuxiao smiled faintly, and walked directly onto the ring.

"Black Panther contestant, he has participated in a battle so far. His opponent is Daniel, who is known as the overlord of the ring No. [-], but under the whip of the Black Panther contestant, Daniel was knocked down with one blow. This shows that the Black Panther The strength of the players is strong!"

"This time the Black Panthers leapfrogged to fight, whether they are confident in their own strength, or fearless if they don't know, everyone, please look forward to it!" The young woman said tenderly.

When Ling Jiuxiao heard this, he glanced at the other party. The other party's words really looked down on him.

But think about it, he is just a martial artist with a ninth-level martial artist, and he has only one record, and his opponent is only a warrior with a seventh-level martial artist. Ring No. [-] has gone through [-] battles and has won [-] victories. I am afraid that the absolute majority of people will think that Yanquan will win this battle.

After the young woman continued to speak some words in the ring, she walked off the ring. With the sound of the gong, the battle began.

Lan Yu stood under the arena and looked at Ling Jiuxiao nervously. He was not afraid that Ling Jiuxiao would lose, which would cause the loss of the gold coins he bet. He wanted to confirm Ling Jiuxiao's strength, even if Ling Jiuxiao's strength It's not as good as Yanquan, as long as he can satisfy him, he intends to train Ling Jiuxiao and make him his own exclusive fighter.

"Come on!" Standing on the ring, Yanquan provocatively hooked his fingers towards Ling Jiuxiao.

"Hehe..." Ling Jiuxiao was provoked by Yanquan and let out a sneer. The other party dared to provoke him. It was really daring. In this case, he didn't have to show mercy.

Phantom footwork!

Ling Jiuxiao's body shook, and with a series of phantoms behind him, he rushed towards Yanquan.

Seeing this, Yanquan's eyes were fixed. He looked at Ling Jiuxiao's phantom footwork, and his face was not very good-looking. Even though he didn't know what level of martial arts Ling Jiuxiao's phantom footwork belonged to, he knew that Ling Jiuxiao was not simple. The phantom left behind Ling Jiuxiao, he knew that Ling Jiuxiao must have practiced phantom footwork to a very high level.

"Don't be careless!" Yan Quan secretly said in his heart, and his body retreated towards the back. At the same time, the energy in his body surged. When Ling Jiuxiao approached, he swung his right hand, and the flame wrapped his fist. It was the martial skill Flame Fist.

Unexpectedly, Ling Jiuxiao would not dodge or dodge, and his right hand would attack him directly.

"Stupid!" There was a sneer at the corner of Yanquan's mouth. He thought Ling Jiuxiao would fight him with his martial arts skills, but Ling Jiuxiao actually confronted him head-on, which made him feel that Ling Jiuxiao was simply an idiot.

But the result was far beyond Yanquan's expectations. Ling Jiuxiao's right hand was like a python. The moment he touched his fist, he actually moved a bit, and then wrapped his right hand around him. Suddenly, Yanquan felt himself The Yuanli on the right hand disappeared instantly, and the flame also dissipated.

A low-grade yellow-rank martial art—Snake Entangling Hand!

Seeing the surprised expression in Yan Quan's eyes, Ling Jiuxiao sneered, his body immediately perched on it, his right hand was released, and his shoulder slammed into Yan Quan's chest.

Huang-level low-grade martial arts——Iron Mountain!

Yanquan suddenly felt a huge force coming into his chest, and his burly body was directly knocked out by Ling Jiuxiao's iron mountain.

(End of this chapter)