Mass Transmigration: I Have an Armory

"Do they want to delay time? Referee, I report them for cheating!"

Seeing the civil war in the Yan family, the audience was talking about it, and some even wanted to report it.

But the old man in the air did not open his eyes and ignored the voices below.

Before there was solid evidence, the old man as a referee would not interfere with the progress of the game.

On the No. 5 ring.

Seeing that Nanfeng really dared to challenge on stage, Yan Mingzhe's five followers were stunned.

Are there really fools and iron-headed kids in this world?

Behind Nanfeng, Man Ning broke free from Nanfeng's hand with a sullen face: "Crazy."

Nanfeng ignored Man Ning, walked forward arrogantly, stretched out his fist and provoked: "I want to fight! Ten!!"

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Magic power surged in his chest, and this sentence quickly spread throughout the martial arts field.

Such a powerful and arrogant and domineering word made the entire martial arts field quiet down.

After a moment, an audience member raised his middle finger: "You almost scared me. There are only six people on the field. How can you beat ten people?"

"I laughed so hard. I thought he was a master, but I didn't expect he couldn't count."

"To be honest, he was really confident when he said this. He didn't feel like a rookie."

Yan Mingzhe's face was feminine, and he came to Yan Nujiao: "Little sister, although we always quarrel, we are a family after all. How can you let your followers challenge me? Isn't this making wedding clothes for others? Right, Seventh Uncle?"

Behind Yan Mingzhe, there was a middle-aged man wearing a "Yan" suit.

This man was Yan Xiaoqi, the seventh uncle of Yan Mingzhe and Yan Nujiao.

He was the boss of the Yan family in Liuyun City, and he was responsible for all the big and small things of the Yan family in Liuyun City.

Yan Xiaoqi looked calm and said softly, "Jiaojiao, you have a bit of a childish temper."

"Seventh Uncle~" Yan Nujiao immediately started to act like a spoiled child, holding Yan Xiaoqi's hand and shaking it, "It's all because my third brother always bullies me, and I was so angry that I became like this."

"Yeah." Yan Xiaoqi nodded slightly and looked at Yan Mingzhe, "You should be more considerate of your sister in the future, and don't let others laugh at you."

"Yes, Seventh Uncle." Yan Mingzhe's face froze and he could only agree.

"Hmph~" Yan Nujiao snorted softly and looked at the No. 5 ring, with a trace of worry in her eyes.

She didn't know why Nanfeng wanted to challenge on stage. This was different from what was agreed before the game? But she couldn't ask Nanfeng now, so she could only take the blame first.

On the No. 5 ring, except Long Wudi, the other five people laughed and surrounded her.

"Just you? Fight ten?"

"Since you want to die, don't blame me for being rude."

"Hey! Take my knife first!"

One of the strong men said nothing and chopped Nanfeng's neck with a knife.

The knife was extremely fast, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that he didn't hold back at all!

But his speed was still too slow in Nanfeng's eyes.

Nanfeng retracted his fist, put his hands together, and shouted: "Must kill! Earth-shattering Star!"

Boom!

The extremely violent explosion sounded through the sky!

A small mushroom cloud slowly rose with Nanfeng as the center point!

"Ah, my ears! Tinnitus!"

"Fuck! What the hell!"

"What the hell is this trick? It's so powerful!"

Nanfeng only made one move, and all the audience were shocked, and exclaimed continuously.

Everyone stood up and stared at the ring with wide eyes, and even the followers on other rings looked over here.

The breeze blew and the mushroom cloud soon dissipated.

Nanfeng, who was standing in the middle, had his hands behind his back, his face calm and composed, and looked very much like a master.

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Man Ning was not too far away from Nanfeng, and the aftermath of the grenade explosion caused her to be slightly injured.

The five strong men surrounding Nanfeng fell to the ground and vomited blood, unable to stand up.

The strong man with the knife was the most seriously injured. He trembled and said, "Didn't you... use... your fist?"

After saying that, he tilted his head and fainted.

"Use your fist? Haha, I'm not a primitive man."

At that moment, Nanfeng directly detonated four grenades, and a wave of hand-held nuclear bombs came, with amazing power!

But he still kept a trick, and detonated it when the five people were still more than ten meters away from him, otherwise the five men would definitely be blown into meat paste.

Defeat five people with one move! Five level 39 masters!

"Fuck, awesome!"

"Who is this guy? How can he be so strong?"

"I know, he is Yan Nujiao's follower, named Lu Xiaobu!"

"Quick! Yan Nujiao must have advanced, go place your bets!"

"Damn, I bet a lot on Yan Mingzhe, it won't go down the drain, will it?"

After Nanfeng's attack, the atmosphere in the audience instantly reached a climax, and all kinds of screams continued.

Yan Mingzhe's face was livid: "Little sister, what a trick, you can actually find such a strong man."

Yan Nujiao was also shocked by Nanfeng's strength, but she didn't show it, but smiled and said: "Third brother, you are joking, didn't you say he was a pretty boy during the day?"

Yan Xiaoqi on the side had a slightly condensed face and said in a deep voice: "He is the Chosen One?"

Yan Nujiao's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly explained: "No, Uncle Seven, he just got a life-originated divine weapon by chance."

"Really?" Yan Xiaoqi's face returned to calm, and he didn't say much.

On the No. 5 ring, five seriously injured strong men were taken away by the doctors in the field for treatment, and the challenge continued.

On Yan Mingzhe's side, there was still a chicken-cooped guard left.

And on Yan Nujiao's side, there were Nanfeng and Man Ning.

Long Wudi, who had been watching the show, walked forward slowly, folded his arms across his chest, and said with a smile: "You are quite strong, but you won't be able to use that move again in a short time, right?"

Nanfeng put his hands behind his back, looked deep in his eyes, and said calmly: "Even if I don't use that move, I can easily defeat you."

"Haha, good! Finally, an interesting opponent has come." Long Wudi clasped his hands together, "I am Duan Kun from Tsim Sha Tsui, please teach me!"

"Uh..." Nanfeng didn't know how to respond for a while, his brain was spinning rapidly, and he said, "Liangshan hero Lu Xiaobu, please teach me!"

Both of them used magic when they spoke, and the audience heard their conversation clearly.

"Wow, they both talk like masters."

"Where is Tsim Sha Tsui? Does anyone know?"

"Where is Liangshan? I've never heard of it."

"Damn, you're talking too much nonsense, are you going to fight or not?"

"In my opinion, Duan Kun is bound to lose. Lu Xiaobu is below level 40, so it's hard to find an opponent."

While the audience was discussing, Nanfeng and Long Wudi had already started fighting with fists and feet.

The two afterimages went back and forth on the ring, and the dull sound of collisions echoed throughout the martial arts arena.

Most of the audience couldn't see the movements of the two, but that didn't stop them from cheering!

"Is the first match today so exciting? The ticket is worth it."

"I didn't expect that the strength of this Tsim Sha Tsui Duan Kun should not be underestimated."

"I thought Lu Xiaobu was invincible, but I didn't expect Duan Kun to be able to fight him back and forth?"

"Is there any big boss who can see clearly? Who has the bigger advantage now?"

"Advantage? You can look at the casino's handicap. Whoever has a lower odds has a bigger advantage."

The Black Gold Casino sent a master to sit in, just to evaluate the winning rate in real time and adjust the odds.

At this time, a man wearing a straw hat strode to the Black Gold Casino's handicap and looked at the latest odds table.