While brewing the medicine, he secretly practiced two miraculous skills. By chance, he both had breakthroughs and reached the ultimate state of hard skills. The golden dragon locks the jade pillar! The yin and yang complement each other, and the dragon and tiger correspond to each other.
The old Taoist priest nodded repeatedly and said: "Okay! Okay! My decades of hard work are not in vain! Finally it has paid off!"
The Evil God did not let Zhang Jun ask any more questions, grabbed him and said, "Okay, come with me to continue the fourth level!"
Unexpectedly, Zhang Jun's wrist sank and he broke away in an instant. Both he and Xie Shen were stunned, and the latter sneered: "Boy, don't think that knowing some hard Qigong means you can be called Instructor Banben. I can still beat you everywhere."
tooth!"
Of course Zhang Jun understood that his current state was still in secret strength, and even if he had a powerful physique, he would never be able to defeat a Dan Jin master, so he snorted and followed him obediently.
The evil god took Zhang Jun out of the cave and got on a plane. The plane took off and it was unknown where it was going. In addition to the evil god, there was also a middle-aged man wearing glasses with a smile on his face.
Zhang Jun couldn't help but ask: "Instructor, where are we going?"
"Russia." Evil God said, "You will challenge martial arts masters from all over the world there."
The middle-aged man took over and continued to explain to Zhang Jun: "The martial arts organization we want to participate in is called 'The Strongest Killer'. Every game involves huge bets, and there are no rules restrictions during the game. As long as
You can kill your opponent."
"This time we are going to take you to participate in one of the A-level competitions. In this type of competition, all the contestants have the strength of a master of strength, which is very dangerous." The middle-aged man said.
Zhang Jun looked calm and asked: "Above the A-level, is there an S-level?"
"Yes, but S-class battles are too dangerous and you are not strong enough, so it is best not to go." The middle-aged man said.
After listening to the explanation, Zhang Jun said: "Since you can bet, can I place a bet?"
The evil god glanced at him and said: "Of course, there is no limit on the amount of bets there. How much do you want to bet?"
"One billion dollars." Zhang Jun said calmly.
The evil god was startled, and the middle-aged man's eyelids twitched. The latter smiled bitterly and said: "Although there is no limit to the bet there, one billion dollars is indeed a bit too much."
Zhang Jun said: "That's five hundred million dollars."
The middle-aged man thought for a moment and said, "Okay, although it's a bit difficult, I can still do it."
The plane flew for about ten hours and landed at a private airport in Moscow. Zhang Jun was picked up by a Russian military vehicle as soon as he got off the plane. The driver was a fat man with a thick beard. He drank while driving. Waiting for the car to arrive at the terminal.
, he has drank two large bottles of vodka.
The destination was an inconspicuous-looking hotel. After entering the hotel, the fat man took a few people into the basement. The basement was large, brightly lit, and surrounded by three to five hundred stands scattered at different heights.
In the center is a huge platform, on which a fight is taking place. The two fighting parties are a yellow man and a white man. The former seems to be from the Japanese country, and he keeps uttering a few Japanese sentences.
The white man is a big Russian man with thick chest hair and a tall build.
Although the Japanese are not physically superior, their movements are flexible and they are not at a disadvantage in fights, and sometimes they can launch effective attacks.
Zhang Jun only took a few glances and realized that these two people were both Ming Jin level figures.
The middle-aged man said: "This is a C-level competition. If you are interested, you can bet now."
It was far away from the stands and Zhang Jun's perspective was not up to par, so he couldn't judge and didn't place a bet.
A minute later, the big Russian man punched the Japanese man in the head. With a "click" sound, the Japanese man's neck was broken and he fell directly to the ground. The Russian stepped up and stepped on the Japanese man's Adam's apple, ribs, sternum, etc., and crushed them.
He also kicked his opponent's balls, which made his scalp numb.
Zhang Jun frowned, these black market boxers were indeed cruel and aimed at killing their opponents.
After watching a few games, he closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing, then ordered some food and water, and began to eat while watching the game. When he reached the optimal state of his body at high speed, a dark-skinned host came on stage and announced, A
The level competition begins.
The middle-aged man went backstage to apply for Zhang Jun's qualifications and got his serial number. Zhang Jun's serial number is A9, which means he is the ninth player in the A-level competition.
"In the first game, player No. 7 from Thailand will face player No. 16 from the United Kingdom!" the host said loudly, and then slowly exited.
When the battle begins, Contestant No. 7 has a dark complexion, is short but has strong muscles. Contestant No. 16 is about 1.8 meters tall and has a thick layer of calluses on his exposed legs, indicating that his leg skills have improved a lot.
effort.
When the fighting bell rang, the Thai player suddenly jumped into the air and stepped towards his British opponent.
Zhang Jun immediately judged that the opponent would lose, because it is difficult for a person to be flexible in mid-air, unless his kung fu is superior to that of the opponent.
Sure enough, the British man ducked and dodged the opponent's blow in the air. Then he reached out and grabbed the Thai man's vagina accurately.
"puff!"
After a heart-wrenching sound, the Thai man screamed, covered his crotch with his hands and fell to the ground, his face turned silver, and his whole body began to twitch violently.
The British stepped forward to add a few kicks and trampled the Thai to death in an instant. The intestines were all over the floor and the arena was stained with blood. The smell of blood made hundreds of spectators hold their breath.
After this scene, the middle-aged man with glasses said to Zhang Jun: "The next scene will be yours, come with me."
He was taken behind the stage, changed into a set of practice clothes, and then walked to the exit, waiting for the host's call.
"Next, in the second match, player No. 9 from China will face player No. 3 from Japan!" the host reported calmly.
Zhang Jun and another Japanese man, who was 1.9 meters tall, walked out from the left and right sides respectively. At the same time, the middle-aged man hurriedly walked to the betting table and bet Zhang Jun $500 million.
Most of the people who come here to place bets have the idea of taking small bets for fun, and they bet up to hundreds of millions of dollars at a time. Few people are like Zhang Jun, who bets 500 million in one go.
The waiter in charge of placing bets didn't dare to decide, so he called his superiors to ask.
"Take it." The superior simply gave the order.
As soon as the bets were placed, Zhang Jun and the Japanese player were already facing off. The Japanese had a built-in muscle mass and had an inherent advantage in the fight. He looked at Zhang Jun coldly, as if he were looking at a dead man.
"Kid, go back to your hometown in China as soon as possible, or I will beat you to death." The Japanese said in an angry voice, with a fierce look in his eyes.
Zhang Jun said calmly: "There's so much nonsense, let's take action."
The Japanese suddenly moved his feet, approaching Zhang Jun in an instant, and then swept with one kick. This was his fatal move. It was fast and powerful, and could break a wooden stake as thick as his thigh in one fell swoop.
Zhang Jun actually didn't dodge, and directly stretched out his foot to tackle. He was faster than the opponent, and his strength was more accurate. He hit the opponent's knee joint with one toe.
This is all due to the unique ability of Buddha's Eye. The opponent's movements, strength, and attack changes cannot escape his eyes, so he can defeat the enemy in one fell swoop.
"Crack!"
With a crisp sound, the Japanese's knee joints were broken, and he fell to the ground with a howl. However, his fighting power was still there. He put his left hand on the ground, and his right fist suddenly shot up into the sky and hit Zhang Jun's lower abdomen.
Zhang Jun's left fist was clenched at his waist, and his right fist suddenly fell from the sky, hitting him hard like a hammer.
The two fists collided, making a "collapse" sound. The entire bones in the Japanese man's arm were exploded with terrifying force, and countless bone spurs penetrated the skin and were exposed to the air.
The pain made the Japanese howl incessantly and they had lost their fighting ability.
Zhang Jun walked forward indifferently and tapped the opponent's temple with his foot. The inner energy penetrated into his brain and killed him instantly.
After the fight, he returned to his seat and asked the middle-aged man: "Have you pledged it?"
The middle-aged man looked surprised and said: "Bet, one to one handicap, minus the tap, you made 400 million US dollars!"
"Okay, continue to bet. Every time I play a game, you bet a game. Every time I bet a game, I will give you a million dollars." He said calmly.
The middle-aged man was overjoyed and said: "Okay, don't worry!"
The Evil God said coldly: "Buzi, you are quite rich."
"Generally, the instructor must have more money, right?" he said calmly.
"Be prepared, the Japanese is weak, you will definitely meet a master next, don't be careless." The evil instructor did not answer directly, but rarely expressed concern.
Today A
Zhang Jun played six games in the level 1 competition. He defeated six enemies without much difficulty and won relatively easily. His body has reached the state of "Golden Dragon Locking Jade Pillar", which is similar to the "Indestructible Vajra Body" of Buddhism.
He has extraordinary resistance to fighting and is extremely powerful. People at the same level will only be defeated in a matter of seconds.
On the second day, he finally met a decent master, a Thai in his twenties. The opponent's Muay Thai had already practiced internal and external integration, which is rare among Muay Thai boxers.
The opponent was obviously very powerful, young and energetic, which put pressure on Zhang Jun from the moment he came up.
"Buzz!"
When the opponent punched, his elbows were like two big horizontal hammers, constantly hitting Zhang Jun violently. As soon as he came up, he had the upper hand, and the more he punched, the more powerful he was, and his knees also joined the battle.
From the beginning of the fight, Zhang Jun began to retreat, taking eight steps. After eight steps, the opponent's momentum was slightly weaker, and he had already tested the opponent's strength, so he gave a cold shout and suddenly punched hard.
At this moment, he performed the Tai Chi hammer vividly, and every stroke actually collided with the opponent, making the sound of flesh and bone colliding.
When he hit the first blow, the Thai felt a sharp pain in the tip of his elbow. By the third hit, he was already timid and unwilling to fight head-on. Unfortunately, Zhang Jun had already gained momentum and was unstoppable, so he had to take action.
Hard connection, otherwise you will be beaten to death directly.
"Boom boom boom!"
Another three strikes, and the Thai man's elbow bones were shattered. He yelled, suddenly put his hands together on top of his head, knelt down to Zhang Jun, and said something in Thai.
The evil god asked the middle-aged man: "What is he talking about?"
The middle-aged man looked surprised and said: "The Thai man said that Zhang Jun is a Buddhist Dharma Protector Vajra. He has an indestructible body and is indestructible to mortals, so he decided to surrender."
Evil God said: "His hard skills haven't been used yet. When the dragons roar and the tigers roar, I'm afraid this person will be frightened to death."
In this way, Zhang Jun played six games a day for five days. Although his life sometimes hung by a thread, he could win every time. Until the sixth game on the sixth day, which was the last game of the trip.
The opponent is from Wanwan Island, and he should have a foundation in Xingyi Quan. He looks to be in his mid-thirties, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, with a calm demeanor and cold eyes.