The whole world is practicing martial arts, only I am a mage

"use."

Without any hesitation, Chen Yu immediately used the probe.

then,

A property panel appeared in front of Chen Yu.

【Name: Tang Zhiqiang】

[Occupation: Warrior (Tier 1)]

【Blood gas: 511】

[Mana value: Sea of ​​Qi has not been activated]

[Cultivation technique: Round Dance Meteor Hammer]

511...

Seeing Tang Zhiqiang's blood energy as high as 511, Chen Yu understood why he was able to win 8 games in a row.

This is the drag of the ring.

Used to control handicap odds.

If Tang Zhiqiang wins, the odds are very low, and the gamblers won't win much.

But if he loses, the casino will make a fortune and reap a lot of money.

Chen Yu immediately looked at the Buddhist warrior again.

【Name: Wang Ya】

[Occupation: Warrior (Tier 1)]

【Bloody gas: 409】

[Mana value: Sea of ​​Qi has not been activated]

[Cultivation method: Vajra Arhat]

"..."

This is a game.

Wang Ya's blood gas value is also fake.

To put it simply, the casino thinks that the fattened fish (gamblers) can collect the net.

Judging by the odds.

Almost everyone bet on Tang Zhiqiang.

Some people even borrowed a lot of money from the backstage of the boxing ring and put them all in. In their view, Tang Zhiqiang was sure to win.

But in the casino, there is no 100% thing.

Buddhist warriors are very capable in actual combat.

409's combat power is enough to defeat a warrior who is twice as bloody as them. In Chen Yu's opinion, it is absolutely impossible for Tang Zhiqiang to defeat this Buddhist warrior.

Chen Yu thought for a while.

He took out the 10,000 yuan worth of chips that he exchanged earlier, and threw them to the little boy.

"Press on the swastika warrior."

The little boy paused for a moment. Although he didn't understand Chen Yu, he didn't persuade him. Most of the people who came here were gamblers.

The most taboo thing here is to persuade gamblers to change their choices.

Gamblers believe that changing their choices will affect their luck.

Moreover, although most people think that Tang Zhiqiang will win, it is not that no one beats the warrior.

Ten thousand yuan is not much for rich people.

From small to big.

If you win, you earn blood, and if you lose, you don’t lose money.

After the little boy tapped the machine and handed Chen Yu a betting note, cheers erupted from the arena.

The battle begins.

Chen Yu's attention was focused on the game.

Because one of the two of them may be the next opponent to complete the task.

As seen on Chen Yu's attribute table, the swastika warrior's original name was Wang Ya.

Gongfa is the entry-level martial arts of Buddhism, Vajra Arhat.

Although it is an introduction to martial arts, it is not an easy task to get started.

Hum——

I saw the swastika warrior clasping his palms together, blood gushing out of his body, and humming sounds came from the surface of his skin.

The swastika warrior didn't attack first, he stood where he was, with his eyes lowered, as if in a state of concentration.

"Is this the Vajra Arhat of Buddhist martial arts? After so many years of fighting in the underground boxing arena, this is the first time for me to compete with a Buddhist martial artist."

"My meteor hammer is called Yuan Wu."

"Although it is a folk martial art, it has also defeated various opponents. Round Dance Meteor Hammer, please enlighten me."

With Tang Zhiqiang's thick arms, he danced the meteor hammer.

Make a whirring sound.

The iron chain is connected to the spiked hammer, and with Tang Zhiqiang's continuous dancing, it really surrounds Tang Zhiqiang like a round dance.

Let him be in a state where he can attack and defend, without any flaws.

"This trick is a bit interesting."

Chen Yu had to admit that Tang Zhiqiang did have something.

Folk martial arts is the most diverse, most indefinable, and completely unsystematic martial arts.

Tang Zhiqiang's round dancing meteor hammer is one of the civil weapons.

The Taekwondo and Jeet Kune Do that Chen Yu knows are both civil martial arts.

boom!

Just after Tang Zhiqiang waved the meteor hammer, the swastika warrior stepped out with his right foot, and the blood in his body seemed to be attached to the skin.

Let his body show a faint golden light.

The ground was cracked by the swastika warrior.

then,

The swastika warrior's right hand is a fist, his left hand is a palm, and his right foot drives his whole body. He is completely unafraid of Tang Zhiqiang's dancing meteor hammer and rushes over.

block!

There was a sound of steel hitting each other.

Tang Zhiqiang's meteor hammer was actually blocked by the swastika warrior with his body.

The fist of the right hand struck quickly.

"King Kong Arhat Body has already been introduced, do you still think Tang Zhiqiang will win this time?"

Although Chen Yu can't learn blood energy, he has solid theoretical knowledge, because when others practice martial arts, he spends time in the library.

His previous thinking was that even if he couldn't become a martial artist, it was possible to become an 'expert' in studying martial arts.

Chen Yu still has some research on Fowu, one of the top ten martial arts.

But the little boy said: "In the past, there was no one who could hold Mr. Tang's meteor hammer, but they all lost."

"Sir, you will know after reading it. Under the absolute suppression of blood, no matter how profound your martial arts skills are, it is useless."

The little boy said to Chen Yu as if he had seen the world.

"Is the blood suppressed?"

Chen Yu smiled.

The only ones present who really know the blood value of Tang Zhiqiang and the swastika warrior are probably only himself and the insiders of this underground boxing arena.

Therefore, you can't gamble, and you lose nine out of ten bets. It's completely controlled by the dealer.

At this time, Tang Zhiqiang on the field had already stepped back a few steps because of the punch of the swastika warrior.

The chest was directly hit by this punch, no matter how much blood there is, no matter how well the body is tempered, it will still hurt.

"Tang Zhiqiang, stop playing, just start a blood dance and hit him!"

"Old Tang, the other party seems to be a tough guy, don't think about the effect of the show, just fuck him first, I bet 1 million on you!"

Although Tang Zhiqiang was punched.

But from the audience's point of view, this is just Tang Zhiqiang playing for the effect of the show.

They are not panicked.

"Blood dance!"

Tang Zhiqiang seemed to have heard the yelling and scolding from the audience outside, and directly entered the serious mode.

A variant of the round dancing meteor hammer.

Blood Dance Meteor Hammer.

The blood vessels in Tang Zhiqiang's arms were bulging, and the blood gas gushed out from between his hands like mist, adhering to the meteor hammer.

call--

This hammer is faster and stronger.

Even the audience in the audience can feel the oppression from the meteor hammer.

But the eyes of the swastika warrior remained calm.

He was like an eminent monk in troubled times, with calm eyes, right fist and left palm, and his posture was not flustered by Tang Zhiqiang's blood dance.

boom!

The meteor hammer was blocked again.

The arms of the swastika warrior are like a weapon.

Blocked all the meteor hammers that were thrown over.

Tang Zhiqiang's expression also changed at this time. He began to dance the meteor hammer irregularly, for a long time and a short time, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

But without exception, they were blocked by the swastika warriors.

Crash.

Tang Zhiqiang finally found a flaw in the swastika warrior, and tied one of the swastika warrior's right arms with a meteor hammer.

Restrict the movement of the swastika warrior.

Another meteor hammer hit the Swastika Warrior's face.

Just when everyone thought that the Swastika Warrior was about to lose, they saw the Swastika Warrior standing on his right leg and leaning back.

He actually used the chain to pull Tang Zhiqiang in front of him.

Then there's the punch.

boom!

This punch directly hit Tang Zhiqiang's head on the ground from top to bottom.

It hit the floor with a loud bang.

Chen Yu gasped.

The battle between warriors and warriors is indeed very entertaining.

"Damn it, Old Tang lost?"

"Old Tang stand up!"

"Traveling on horses, my one million, Tang Zhiqiang, shit!"

Following Tang Zhiqiang's fall to the ground, and the Swastika Warrior's unstoppable make-up action, the audience off the field kept roaring and cursing.

They lost badly.

Only Chen Yu was cheerful.

"40,000 in hand."

"Cool!"