Three minutes passed, the betting ended, and the referee appeared in the ring again.

"Okay, after the happy betting time, the cruel game time is here. Is it the madman who wants to create a miracle of ten consecutive victories, or will this young man who is suicide attack win? Let's wait and see? But..." The referee made a big turn and looked at Ye Qing and said, "I still want to ask, my friend, can't you find a more convenient way to commit suicide than this?"

Everyone laughed, Ye Qing did not reply, and the referee seemed to be very satisfied with Ye Qing's reaction, and turned to the fat man in the audience and said, "There is also this boss, if you make a successful bet, you cannot modify it. It seems that your money will be the same as this young man, let's verify the cruelty and ruthlessness of our game together!"

Everyone was even more laughing. The fat man stood up suddenly and shouted: "Young man, fight well, I'll be optimistic about you. At least two more rounds, don't let my 500,000 lose too quickly!"

"Hahaha..." Even the referee burst into laughter, and the madman looked at Ye Qing with the corners of his eyes, not taking him seriously.

In the room, the tiger king sneered at the scene outside. The staff next to him had already calculated the betting situation and was reporting to him.

"Brother, until now, we have received a total of 37 million bets, and only 600,000 were won by Ye Qing, and the others were won by buying crazy people."

"Three thousand seven million!" The tiger king smiled even brighter and said, "It would cost 12 million to win by Ye Qing for 600,000 yuan. In other words, I can earn more than 20 million yuan in this hand. These so-called big bosses are really brainless. Does this society have a free lunch?"

After saying that, the Tiger King looked up and said, "It's still the old guys above who are more steady and will not bet at will. However, they didn't take this small fight in the early stage seriously. The key point is the situation after fifteen games, which will attract a lot of bets. Remember, I want him to win the first fifteen games!"

"Don't worry, we will make arrangements." The younger brother said proudly.

"When the old guys upstairs are also lost, today it's not as simple as earning 100 million yuan!" The tiger king smiled coldly and turned around and said, "You guys have a look at me here, and there is no mistake."

"Brother, the battle is about to start. Don't you look at the results of the battle?" said a little brother.

"Does this still need to be seen?" The Tiger King glanced at the madman and said, "I just want to know if he can survive three moves under Ye Qing's hands!"

Everyone was shocked. The Tiger King's evaluation of Ye Qing was too high, right? The madman is the champion of the moon. Three moves? How is it possible?

On the ring, the game finally officially began with the booing of everyone and the referee teasing.

"Beat him to death! Beat him to death!"

"Fast battle and win, madman, don't waste time!"

"Up! Up! Up!"

The madman hugged his arms and looked at Ye Qing disdainfully amid the laughter of everyone.

"Boy, I admire your courage very much. But since you dare to walk on this ring, you must be prepared to die!" The madman let go of his arms, slowly clenched his fists, pointed at Ye Qing from afar, and said, "If you can't kill you within three minutes, I will lose!"

The madman's words attracted many people's cheers and screams, while Ye Qing was as calm as water, as if he had not heard the madman's words.

The madman waved his hands at everyone, suddenly clenched his fists, turned around and rushed towards Ye Qing. With an angry shout, his right hand fisted and quickly hit Ye Qing's temple.

I have to say that this madman is indeed a little capable. He is from the founder of Yue Chan and his strength is quite strong. The speed and strength of punching have reached a very strong level. Even if a person as strong as him, he would be knocked out if he was forced to punch him. And Ye Qing's physique, everyone has no doubt that his punch could knock Ye Qing out of the way.

Everyone's mood became even more excited. Seeing that Ye Qing had no intention of dodging, everyone's cry sounded. In their opinion, this punch was enough to solve Ye Qing.

Ye Qing did not dodge, so when the madman's punch was about to hit him, he suddenly took three steps to the left and rushed to the madman's back with a strange speed.

The madman punched the sky directly, but he was about to turn around to chase Ye Qing. At this time, Ye Qing finally punched the madman and hit the back of the brain with a heavy punch. The power of this punch, coupled with the power that the madman had just rushed up, directly hit the madman forward and rushed forward for more than three meters, and then stopped after hitting the iron net.

The scene was in a dead silence, and everyone thought Ye Qing would be beaten to death by a madman. However, they did not expect that the madman would suffer the first. Moreover, the most important thing was that the madman fell to the ground and there was no movement.

Everyone held their breath and looked at the madman. The madman seemed to be dead, lying on the ground motionless. Finally, someone couldn't help but shouted: "Get up, madman, beat him to death!"

"Get up! Get up!"

"What's going on? How could a madman lose to this kid?"

As everyone was coaxing, the referee walked up to the madman, bent down and tossed for a while, stood up and said in surprise: "Madman... Madman is in shock..."

Everyone was shocked, and everyone stared blankly at Ye Qing standing quietly on the ring. Who would have thought that this seemingly thin young man would shock the powerful madman with just one punch?

"Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow!" Suddenly, the fat man in the stand stood up suddenly and shouted: "Win! Won! Won! Oh, oh, oh, win!"

The fat man shook his hands and bought 500,000 Ye Qing to win. He thought the money was completely wasted. He never expected that God would give him such a big surprise. Ye Qing actually won, and he won so cleanly, with one punch. One to twenty odds. He won 10 million in this game. No wonder he excitedly sang the theme song of the World Cup. It was already good if he didn't sing a man as self-improvement.

"Fuck, how could this happen?"

"Yes? Why is this happening? How could a madman lose to this kid?"

"Fake punches, it must be a fake punch!"

"Isn't the Tiger King credible? What's going on?"

"We don't believe it. This must be a fake punch, and let the Tiger King refund us!"

The scene started to make a fuss, and the referee stood on the stage with an embarrassment. This situation was something he had never expected. Who would tell the truth? Even he himself doubted whether there was something wrong with it. Because he was not optimistic about Ye Qing at all. Even if Ye Qing could really win, he wouldn't have punched him.

At this time, the Tiger King had already arrived in the private room on the top floor. There was also a live broadcast scene upstairs. Looking at the noise below, the Tiger King couldn't help but frown.

He used Ye Qing's reputation to make a trap for these people and made a big profit first. However, he did not expect that Ye Qing would win so simply, which made the audience begin to suspect that he was fighting fake punches.

The Tiger King did arrange for counterfeit punches before, but he really didn't arrange for counterfeit punches in this game. Ye Qing could beat the madman because he expected, but the winning was too straightforward, and even he couldn't accept it.

"Damn, this bastard is too powerful!" The Tiger King shouted angrily.

"Brother, the following is almost in trouble now. What should I do next?" a little brother said anxiously.

The Tiger King frowned and was silent for a while, and said, "Switch people, change methods, find someone with strong strength, and have a life-and-death battle with him to eliminate their doubts. In this ring, there is no one who doubts only if the life-and-death battle is fought!"

"Is the battle of life and death the end of the battle without death?" The younger brother glanced at Ye Qing and whispered: "With Ye Qing's personality, I'm afraid he won't kill his opponent!"

The Tiger King glared at him and said, "Then let's change the damn one. Do I need to teach you this?"

The younger brother nodded immediately and hurried out to arrange the matter.

In the basement, the audience had rushed to the iron net, yelling to refund the money or something. The referees comforted each other on the top, but no one paid attention to him. Everyone had already determined that Ye Qing was fighting a fake punch.

Finally, the Tiger King's younger brother walked out and entered the iron net under the protection of several men. He took the microphone from the referee and shouted: "Everyone, be quiet, please be quiet!"

"Jing, your mother is so wise, she is so embarrassed to quibble when she fights fake punches!" A man scolded angrily.

"Refund money, don't say anything, refund money!" Another man shouted loudly.

"Don't worry, everyone, don't worry, I'm here to give you an answer." The Tiger King's younger brother shouted several times, and everyone finally calmed down, looked at him together, waiting for the Tiger King's reply.

"I can understand the mood of everyone's suspicion that he is fighting fake punches. In fact, even Brother Tiger King also suspects that there is something wrong with it. This is the first time Ye Qing has come here to fight boxing, and we didn't know how strong he is before. However, our reputation has always been here, and we really have never fought fake punches. Don't be excited, listen to me!" He raised his voice and said, "In order to eliminate everyone's doubts and to prove the fairness of our situation, Brother Tiger King decided to have a life-and-death battle in the next battle!"

"A battle of life and death?" The audience was stunned.

"Yes, it's a decisive battle that will surely die, and there's absolutely no fake game!" The Tiger King's younger brother said aloud: "This is a bet on life. No one dares to fight fake punches. What do you think?"

After a lot of discussion, someone finally took the lead in expressing his agreement, and this recognition gradually spread among the crowd. After all, such a life-and-death battle is really impossible to fake.

"You can have a life-and-death battle, but the opponent you find cannot be much weaker than the madman, otherwise how can it be proved?" a man shouted.

The Tiger King's younger brother laughed and said, "Of course, we have decided, the next one to appear is the Prison Head!"

"Prison Head!"

"Isn't that the champion of last year's semi-finals?"

"My God, is the head of the prison nicknamed murderer?"

"What is a nickname? That guy is a murderer!"
Chapter completed!