However, Liang Chen also wasted a huge amount of effort in this battle. This Brazilian was very flexible. He was fucked far away and fisted, and he was so furious that he could leave after a little touch. Liang Chen finally seized the opportunity to kill him.

Leaning against a corner of the iron cage, Liang Chen gasped violently, and the sweat on his chin dripped drop by drop like a bead with broken threads. No matter how powerful a person is, he will be exhausted after these four life-and-death disputes that are not scrupulous, he will also be tired. He needs to rest urgently now, and he must rest for at least two minutes to slightly relieve the extremely tired muscles. Otherwise, if he continues to work like this, he may not be able to exert any force. The muscles on his body will suddenly cramp due to overload operation. That is when he dies.

Sitting in the iron cage, Liang Chen gasped and looked at Yu Zhanyuan at the same time.

"The No. 4 boxer won." Yu Zhanyuan paused at this point, looked up at Liang Chen, and saw a hidden gesture made by Liang Chen. He was already understanding and was not in a hurry to ask the next boss to show the number ball, but turned his head slowly and looked at Liang Ziheng below.

"Liang Ziheng, your boxer has won seven boxing matches and seven consecutive games, creating an unparalleled history. At the same time, it has also created the most favorable conditions for you to successfully maintain your current position and even advance one. May I ask your boxer to continue to fight?" Yu Zhanyuan turned his head and looked at Liang Ziheng and asked.

"Bang", Kong Zechun next to him slapped the table, "Yu Shouwang, what do you mean? Do you still need to ask? As long as the person does not die, you must continue to fight. This is the rule of the Sword Festival, specially designed to encourage brave people. You have been a watchman for so many years, don't you understand these rules?" Kong Zechun said angrily.

"Secretary General Kong, why are you so angry? I naturally understand the rules, but as the watchman of J Province, after witnessing a powerful Warrior winning seven consecutive victories and creating an unprecedented historical glory, do I have no responsibility to ask the boss represented by the boxer from a humanitarian perspective? Now that I have won seven games, I have established at least the top three positions. Even if I don't want to fight, it's not impossible." Yu Zhanyuan looked at Kong Zechun with a smile and said.

"You, you are breaking the rules. If you don't want me to go back to the National League and the League to complain about you, then let the game continue quickly. I don't have time to mess with you here." Kong Zechun stared at him and said angrily.

"Ha, complain to me? OK, Lao Kong, you can complain now, but before complaining to me, I hope you can think about the consequences. Little bastard, I have eaten more salt salt for twenty years than you, really think I was scared? Go back to your master Zhao Mantang to inquire. I am a generational person. When we were in the world together, you were still wandering under your crotch." Yu Zhanyuan roared and cursed.

"You, you..." Kong Zechun was so angry that he was trembling all over. Even though he was twenty years younger than Yu Zhanyuan, he was still in his early fifties. He was pointed at the nose like this, and he was also the deputy secretary-general of the National Alliance Association. He didn't need to mention the shame and anger in his heart, and he almost couldn't breathe and choked to death.

The people from the Bianmenghui and the District Menghui came up and persuaded them to persuade them to leave. After five or six minutes of delay, Liang Chen, who was in the iron cage, was now lying on the blood-stained ground, raising his spirits to the greatest extent.

The boss Xu Jicheng below held his number ball, and his eyes were almost ignorant. He finally saw Liang Chen was exhausted and almost lost his strength to stand up. He wanted to take the opportunity to get a big advantage, but as the two big men on the stage were quarreling there, time was passing by bit. If Liang Chen, the tiger, was energetic again, his thugs would probably lose the best opportunity to kill Liang Chen.

After a long quarrel, the two of them finally calmed down. Yu Zhanyuan scolded a little bastard and was so angry that Kong Zechun almost died of breath. His teeth were grinding loudly, and he could only endure it. However, his eyes staring at Yu Zhanyuan were extremely resentful.

But no matter what, the sword ceremony still has to continue. Even with Yu Zhanyuan's majesty, he dared not easily break this ancient tradition. However, in any case, he had already won the most precious time for Liang Chen to breathe.

"Liang Ziheng, you haven't answered my question yet. Why don't you give me face?" Yu Zhanyuan finally asked Liang Ziheng and narrowed his eyes to Liang Chen Ziheng. Liang Ziheng understood and smiled, "Of course we have to follow the rules of the Sword Festival. Uncle Yu, I still understand this rule. If I don't give up, my boxer will not give up."

"Okay, boss Xu Jicheng, please show your number ball." Yu Zhanyuan nodded and turned to look at Xu Jicheng.

"I chose No. 4, Boss Liang Ziheng." Xu Jicheng almost grinded his teeth and forced this sentence out of his teeth. Seeing the opportunity of his hand slipped away quietly, he was certainly unwilling to accept it. However, he still held a hint of luck, hoping that Liang Chen would not recover so quickly, and his boxer still had an opportunity to take advantage of it.

His answer was already expected by everyone, including Liang Ziheng's men, all of them shook their heads and sneered, deeply moved by this sword ceremony. This is clearly a playful person, which is too unfair. But at this moment, they have to face this unfair rule, and there is nothing they can do about it.

Xu Jicheng's boxer went to fight, but it turned out to be a black and black Asan. He walked out with his hands together, without raising his head.

At this moment, Liang Chen on the field had slowly climbed up again and stood there with difficulty, his body still leaning to the right. It seemed that the injury on the left had completely attacked, and the pain was so that his left foot dared not touch the ground.

A fire of hope ignited in Xu Jicheng's eyes again.

However, the spark of his hope was shattered before it burned for a long time. The one who had high hopes that could make the bones on his body extremely soft and even bend his waist 180 degrees, was locking Liang Chen's left arm and left leg with his arms and thighs and pulling Liang Chen's left leg desperately to make Liang Chen's injury worse, Liang Chen used his right hand to twist one of his legs a 360-degree circle - like rebar.

Even if the softest person is, he can't help but toss. After all, he is not a python, so the San just fell to the ground in humiliation, and was beaten by Liang Chen's iron fist and his stomach was rotten, so he could not die any more.

But Liang Chen lay down again as soon as he finished the fight. There was no way. He was too tired. Besides, this Indian San was not given in vain. He had almost dislocated his left arm and left leg at the same time, and it was still very painful now. Moreover, killing this bastard even took more effort - he was like a real snake, always winding around him. If he hadn't seized the opportunity to use the swinging force and body twisting force to twist his thighs 360 degrees, he probably wouldn't be able to solve this guy now - his bones were too soft, even Brazilian Jiu-jitsu would probably not be able to match.

"The No. 4 boxer wins, please ask the staff to clean up the scene." Yu Zhanyuan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and looked at Liang Chen inquiringly. Liang Chen, who was lying on the ground, bent his two fingers in the right hand into a circle, indicating that he could fight again, but he needed a rest.

Yu Zhanyuan knew that he was about to turn his head and do it again, just as he did last time, but before he could ask, Kong Zechun had already asked first, "Li Tianying, please show your number ball."

Li Tianying was waiting for this sentence. Liang Chen is now like a towering tree that has been sawed off and most of the trunks fell down immediately. Of course, he hopes that his boxer will be the last saw.

Hearing this, he immediately stood up, "I chose No. 4, Boss Liang Ziheng."

Then, his boxer appeared at the end of the passage.

"Okay, please ask your boxer to the court." Fang Zechun ignored Yu Zhanyuan, who was so angry that his beard was already raised, and shouted. In this situation, even Yu Zhanyuan had no choice. After all, the representatives of the National Alliance Association also had the right to preside over the venue.

Li Tianying waved his hand proudly. His boxer was about to walk towards the passage, but at this moment, he heard Liang Ziheng shouting angrily, "This is unfair!", and then he had already stood up.

"Well? Boss Liang Ziheng, why is it unfair? You must tell your truth. Otherwise, don't blame me for using the family rules of the National Alliance to suppress you." Kong Zechun narrowed his eyes and looked at Liang Ziheng, and shot out a few gloomy lights.

"Hahahaha, fairness or not, isn't this an obvious thing? Do I need to say it? Why has my boxer won ten yuan in a row and scored ten degrees from the moment he played in the battle? Is there really such a coincidence in the world?" Liang Ziheng said angrily.

"Oh? Then do you suspect someone has tampered with this number ball?" Kong Zechun snorted.

"Ziheng dares not question this way. However, if there is such a coincidence in the world, I am afraid no one will believe it? Even if you stand on the highway and crash continuously, you may not be hit ten times in a row, right? This is hundreds of millions of times more likely to win the lottery." Liang Ziheng sneered repeatedly.

However, he kept looking at Liang Chen from the corner of his eyes, paying close attention to his every move.
Chapter completed!