Chapter 12 A conflict over a chair

Depend on!

Isn't this discriminatory against women?

Si Fan's eyes narrowed dangerously, "Why can't women participate?!"

The strong man looked at Si Fan with a frivolous look, "Little girl, you, your thin arms and legs, are you afraid that even a man can not hold it? Well, wash it well, wait for the man in bed, wait for the man, wait for you

Feeling comfortable, maybe..."

The words have not yet fallen.

Si Fan's very clean white canvas shoes kicked hard into the crook of the strong man's knee.

The strong man bent his knees and knelt down directly.

And his facial features were almost twisted in pain.

Si Fan raised his leg again and kicked him in the chest, sending him flying away.

"I'll serve you, uncle!"

This also goes well with spicy chicken?!

Si Fan finished speaking coldly, turned around and left, not even looking at the stunned expressions of the male contestants behind him.

The strong man endured the severe pain, got up from the ground, gritted his teeth and stared in the direction where the girl disappeared.

Damn, it’s so embarrassing that I was kicked to my knees by a woman and even kicked away.

This damn woman, don't let him see her again, or she'll be pretty!

The strong man reluctantly walked to the entrance of the competition area and continued to guard it.

Ten minutes later, a little boy wearing a black sweatshirt, a peaked cap and a black mask came over.

"Sign up!"

There was a cold breath as soon as he opened his mouth.

The strong man looked at the little boy in front of him who was less than 1.7 meters tall and very thin, and frowned.

This man, despite being short, is as thin as a bamboo stick. Can he withstand a blow from another man?

He was probably beaten to death with one punch.

Although players participating in the competition are required to sign a commitment letter, which is an agreement that if they are injured or die due to various reasons during the competition, the organizer does not need to compensate.

But if someone is killed, the impact on the organizer will be very bad.

The strong man didn't think for long and said, "I'm sorry, you are too weak to participate in the competition!"

Depend on it!

She is a woman, so she can't participate in the competition, but now she is dressed as a man, and she still can't participate in the competition?!

Si Fan's fists were clenched, and he was obviously on the verge of anger.

Her lips moved and her tone was cold, "Try saying one more thing?!"

"I said, you have no qualifications..."

Before the strong man could finish the last word, Si Fan grabbed his wrist and used a standard over-the-shoulder throw, slamming the strong man to the ground. He was smashed to pieces and his internal organs were almost displaced.

The strong man was confused.

Damn it, who did he provoke?

He was thrown twice in a row tonight, and he was thrown by someone he looked down on. Does he still want to be embarrassed?!

Si Fan looked down at the strong man and kicked his thigh, his aura was cold and arrogant, his eyes were arrogant, "Am I qualified to compete?"

The strong man wanted to cry but had no tears, "Enough, enough..."

"snort!"

Si Fan glanced at the strong man coldly, then walked into the registration area, and casually wrote down a code name in the column for registered players.

There is also a letter of commitment, stamped with my thumb print domineeringly.

Just like that, she successfully registered.

Another strong man looked at Si Fan fearfully and handed over his number plate, "King, this is your number plate. Just take the number plate and wait in the contestants' waiting area."

Si Fan took the number plate, hummed lightly, followed the sign, and walked towards the Hou Ting District.

The strong man wiped away the cold sweat and said, "Damn, this player is so fierce!"

Don't look at the small one, but his momentum is more powerful than other contestants!

Si Fan walked to the player waiting area.

As soon as her thin and cold figure appeared, she attracted the attention of all the players.

Compared to other heavyweight athletes, Si Fan's small body is less than a quarter of his size.

With such a small body, you can probably crush it with just one finger without using fists, right?

And she looks fair and clean, like a sissy.

If the beating hurts, you won't start crying, right?

This is too disgusting!

I don’t know which unlucky guy I’ll be facing.

Hahaha!

Many players are already laughing at it.

But Si Fan didn't squint, looking for an empty seat to sit down.

She crossed her legs, rested her elbows on the armrests, picked up her phone and played with it, completely ignoring the jeers around her.

On the contrary, it made those who laughed at it useless.

At this time, a young man with an afro noticed where Si Fan was sitting and started taunting him.

"Hey, you are so courageous. You actually dare to sit on Brother Tiger's exclusive seat without fear of being slapped away by Brother Tiger?!"

A shadow hung over her head, blocking the light.

Si Fan raised his eyelids, because he was inexplicably disturbed, and his tone was a little unhappy, "Brother Hu? Which one is it?"

Afro smiled, "Hey, you don't even know our Brother Tiger. He is really a country bumpkin. He just came from some remote mountain in the countryside to compete, right?"

Si Fan was too lazy to talk to the mentally retarded person.

When Afro-head saw Si Fan ignoring him, he became angry. Just as he was about to say something, he heard a loud noise.

There was a rumble, and people who didn't know thought it was an earthquake.

Afro's eyes lit up, "Brother Tiger is here!"

The other players became nervous.

Brother Tiger, as the name suggests, is as strong and powerful as a tiger.

He is 1.9 meters tall and weighs a full three hundred kilograms.

The key is that this weight is not the weight of fat, but the weight of muscle.

An arm is as big as a seven or eight-year-old child, let alone other parts of the body.

Moreover, Brother Hu's punching power value is the most terrifying among all players, with a punching power value as high as 1350.

A punch with all your strength can kill a bull!

No fewer than five boxers died under his fists.

Tonight, he is the most promising candidate to win the championship among all the contestants.

With him here, the championship is almost booked by him.

The heavy footsteps stopped.

The legendary Brother Tiger finally showed his true form.

He was wearing large black pants, revealing his tendons and muscles.

A black totem is branded on his strong muscles and exposed veins on his copper skin, which looks very scary.

Some people should have been frightened by his huge body and powerful aura before they even fought with him.

When Afro saw Brother Hu coming, he immediately walked up to gain a sense of presence.

"Brother Hu, your seat has been occupied by a little chick. Not only has this chick taken over your seat, but he doesn't even know your name. He doesn't take you seriously at first glance!"

When Brother Hu heard this, his heavy head turned and he looked at Si Fan. His eyes as big as tombstones stared, and the whites of his eyes protruded, making them even more terrifying.

Si Fan glanced at Brother Hu, raised his hand to lower the brim of his hat, tilted his head, and closed his eyes, not paying attention to him at all.

Brother Hu had a bulging vein on his forehead, raised his legs, and walked toward Si Fan with a huge thigh like an elephant.

He walked up to Si Fan and roared like a tiger, deafening, "Get up!"

Si Fan remained motionless.

Afro also came over, showing off his power, "Hey, little rookie, are you deaf? Our brother Hu told you to get up, but you can't even hear him?!"

Si Fan sneered, with a hint of coolness in his delicate brows, "What's the matter? I took this seat first and I didn't let it go. What can you do to me?"
Chapter completed!