One game after another is full of suspense. It can be said that there are ups and downs. There is the joy of victory and the sadness of failure. There is blood, tears and love. Why do we say there is love?

Look at the boxing ring. At this moment, there is a strong man holding another struggling little man under him and waiting for the referee to count down. The strong man's obsession with victory is really terrible. Even if he is misunderstood, he is gay.

No matter what.

Soon, it was the turn of the last group of opponents in the preliminary round. The two bald heads standing on the ring were really eye-catching. They immediately attracted much attention. At the same time, it also made people feel a little sad. They had the same friendship, but why did they explode?

urgent!

Strictly speaking, Wu Ming is no longer bald. His head has grown hair, and his opponent is truly bald. His shiny head is so dazzling that even a gecko could climb on it.

Flash to the waist.

The bald man put his hands together and performed a Buddhist salute, and said with a smile: "My Dharma name is Shi Xinyu. I am a compassionate person. My heart is as broad as the universe, as broad as the sea, and I can accept Baichuan. I am proficient in many Shaolin schools.

Once a stunt is performed, it will be like the roaring river water..."

"Tao, your mother!" the referee yelled impatiently. Shi Xinyu was immediately frightened and did not dare to say anything anymore. This game is not scored. If no one falls to the ground, the final victory or defeat will be decided by the referee.

It would be unwise to offend him.

Wu Ming gave a snicker, then coughed twice, and said concisely: "Wu Ming, learned from Nanquan, is good at ten-shaped boxing, and his best one is Ma Zi...er...horse shape!"

The referee nodded with a smile and announced loudly: "The game begins!"

Shi Xinyu shouted bluffingly, but did not attack. Instead, he circled cautiously around Wu Ming. From time to time, he stretched out his hand to provoke, and then retracted it. Wu Ming did not move, and looked at him coldly.

Where a man jumps up and down.

After performing the monkey show for a while, when Shi Xinyu saw the referee's face turn dark, he hurriedly shouted: "Ten Thousand Buddhas Chaozong!" After shouting, he put his hands together and pushed against Wu Ming's lungs at a very fast speed...

He was faster, but Wu Ming was faster than him. He raised his fist lightly and hit his bare head hard, and then added slowly: "Heaven, horse, flow, star, punch!"

Shi Xinyu covered his head with both hands and jumped to the side. Tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes in pain. He immediately reported to the referee: "I want to protest! What he used is not a Chinese martial art! What he is doing is not a ten-shaped boxing at all."

The referee turned his head to the side and used silence to show that the protest was invalid. Wu Ming looked at Shi Xinyu with a proud expression, as if to say that the scale of victory has tipped in my favor, accept your fate!

Shi Xinyu snorted in dissatisfaction, took a horse stance, held back a breath, swung his arms like crazy and rushed towards Wu Ming, shouting: "Look at my long-armed Arhat Fist!"

"Long-Armed Pegasus Meteor Fist!"

"Powerful Vajra Palm!"

"Powerful Pegasus Meteor Fist!"

"Great Mercy and Great Mercy Chiba Hand!"

"Damn! Do you want to blow my asshole?" Wu Ming awkwardly avoided the insidious blowing finger, twisted around coquettishly, raised his fist again and hit Shi Xinyu's head on the head, and said leisurely: "Daci

Great Bei Tianma Meteor Fist!"

The audience couldn't help but burst into laughter. Before the round was over, Shi Xinyu had been knocked all over his head by Wu Ming. He covered his head and looked at the referee with tears in his eyes. He said sadly and angrily: "It's so bullying.

If I don’t fight anymore, I admit defeat!”

The referee walked up to Wu Ming, grabbed his arm, raised it, and said: "Number nine wins!"

Seeing Wu Ming's equally easy victory, Yang Ganglie shouted excitedly, and a group of his younger brothers whistled loudly. On the contrary, Shi Xinyu returned to the stand dejectedly, and a big fat man

He scolded him a few curse words and walked away with a group of people.

He Su Leng watched the group of people leaving, brushed the bangs on his forehead, and asked calmly: "Do you think this No. 9 is more powerful or the No. 16 just now?"

A burly man with a thick beard showed a look of contempt and said solemnly: "Number 9 is fast and Number 16 is powerful. If there is a fight, Number 16 should win!"

"Why?"

"No. 16's fighting ability is very good. He uses Chinese military boxing. He should be a special forces soldier."

"Special Forces?" He Su showed an interested expression and smiled: "What if I compete with you?"

The sturdy man touched a streak of black paint on his face with his hand and said proudly: "The black soldiers are invincible."

"Not necessarily?" A white man with a cold face sneered in blunt Eros: "I have worn a red beret, how can I be worse than you?"

The two eyes collided fiercely, with a strong smell of gunpowder, and looked like they were ready to fight at any time. He Su didn't look back, and said tepidly: "You are interrupting my mood to watch the fight."

"I'm sorry! Master Peter!" The two tigers about to leave the gate immediately turned into two docile kittens.

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The competition was still going on, and people kept being eliminated, and bosses and their men kept leaving angrily. Yang Ganglie became more and more excited.

"I'm fucking your sister! How can you kick Pegasus Meteor Fist with your feet?" A man in his thirties who looked like a gorilla covered his buttocks and yelled: "You are so damn insidious. You will definitely not have vaginal eyes when you give birth to a son."

"none of your business!"

Who said it's none of my business? What you kicked was my ass. The orangutan man screamed angrily and pounced on Wu Ming with persistence. Once again, he sent his buttocks covered with shoe marks into Wu Ming's attack range. Finally,

It caused a catastrophe.

Wu Ming was very disgusted with this man with a vicious tongue who always spoke dirty words. He gave him a harsh whip without any courtesy, and hit the orangutan man's butt accurately with his toe. The key point was to hit him ten times!

"Ah!" The orangutan screamed loudly, covering his buttocks, and fell to the ground with tears streaming down his face, rolling in pain. He could no longer curse.

It can make a grown man burst into tears on the spot. It must be painful to the bone. Zhuge Dachang, who has successfully advanced to the finals, breaks into a cold sweat. He has always wanted to have a good fight with Wu Ming, but when he saw Wu Ming's action,

He felt furious.

There is only pain, no pleasure, and normal people don’t like to enjoy it?

If he fights with that kid, he may go all out, and then the problem will become serious. If this bastard gets impatient, he will always subconsciously attack the Danju Land.

It would be better not to offend him, Zhuge Dachang secretly decided.

The sadness without balls, you don’t have to lose your balls to know how sad it is.

After the orangutan man stepped down from the stage holding his butt in pain, Wu Ming also successfully advanced to the finals. Just like that, the two Saint Seiyas who had never met met for the finals!

Although the final victory has not yet been announced, for Yang Ganglie, everything is over. The remaining two are his people. It doesn't matter who wins or loses. Anyway, he is the biggest player tonight.

winner.

An old man with gray hair and dozens of followers walked past Yang Ganglie and said with a smile on his face: "Congratulations, Boss Yang!"

"No, no, that's what you seniors asked me to do." Yang Ganglie said modestly, but he couldn't hide his pride on his face.

"Hmph! With so much food, can you eat it alone? Are you afraid of dying?" A young man next to the old man said sarcastically.

"Whether you can eat it or not is my business, Mr. Yang. Don't worry about it." Yang Ganglie said with a smile.

"Let's go!" The old man glanced at Yang Ganglie lightly, then walked to He Su and said a few words, and then led the people out of the gymnasium. As soon as they left, only Yang Ganglie and He Su were left in the gymnasium.

The last two groups.

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The finals are about to begin. Although the competition is no longer suspense for Yang Ganglie, he is still curious, who is more powerful among the two bodyguards who spent a lot of money to bring back?

Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang were sitting on the sidelines drinking water. The task had been accomplished and the competition was meaningless to them. However, the bonus was only for the first place. As for the ownership rights?

Brothers still have to settle accounts openly. Wu Ming raised his eyebrows and whispered: "How about half the bonus for each person?"

Zhuge Dachang rubbed his hands and said with a dry smile: "Sangui! Can you let me win once?"

"Then four-six!"

"You damn money maniac!"

"Sanqi!"

"Okay! Okay! I'm afraid of you, four or six is ​​four or six!" Zhuge Dachang said angrily. As he spoke, he put his head next to Wu Ming's ear and muttered something mysteriously.

After hearing this, Wu Ming couldn't help but shook his head, and said with a smile: "There is not a single female here. Who do you want to show to be so beautiful?"

Zhuge Dachang glanced at He Su secretly and said with a smile: "Then don't worry about it."

The two slowly walked onto the ring. When the referee announced the start of the game, Wu Ming and Zhuge Dachang immediately showed stern expressions, their eyes were extremely sharp, like the legendary eyes that glared at someone's pregnancy, as if they wanted to tear each other alive.

Same.

What a scary look! Yang Ganglie and all the other boys who came to the sidelines couldn't help but look surprised. Could it be that these two people seemed so different from each other? Those cannibalistic looks didn't look like a show at all. Could it be that they had killed their father?

Hatred for taking away his wife?

"Death!" Zhuge Dachang performed a set of dazzling moves, then jumped on the spot, stretched out his palms to hit the girl from the air, and roared: "Subduing the dragon with a slap, the strong dragon has it."

regret!"

"Uh!" Wu Ming immediately pretended to be a beauty, gasping for breath, and said intermittently: "You...you have indeed learned how to be brave and regretful. I lost." After saying that, he fell to the ground.

It was a cold day, but the audience was so hot that they were sweating. Holy shit! What a fucking cheat! How can I be a bodyguard with such acting skills? I am more than enough to be an actor, and I am fully capable of winning this and that title.

Seeing the referee stunned, Zhuge Dachang shouted dissatisfied: "Look at your sister! Why don't you hurry up and count down!"

"Ah? Oh..." The referee squatted next to Wu Ming and started counting down: "One, two..."

When the count reached ten, Wu Minggulu stood up, patted his clothes as if nothing had happened, and said with admiration: "Brother Zhu's move of overpowering the dragon and regretting is really amazing! Fortunately, you were merciful, otherwise I would have

The shit is here."

"What the hell!" Zhuge Dachang showed an expression of sympathy and said, "It is not my style to show mercy to others and kill them all."
Chapter completed!