After seeing the Japanese swordsman narrowly dodge his attack by the Chinese fat man, he kicked three or four meters bravely, and most people probably thought that he would lose.

But I never thought that this product would admit defeat so neatly.

It's completely shameless, okay? FUCK, if you have the strength to admit defeat, you can't get up and fight again, and defend your reputation as the first master of the Black Dragon Society?

The gamblers present naturally don't care about the life and death of the Japanese swordsmen, but what they care about is the chips they bet, and more than 100 people have bet a total of more than 8 million US knives! On average, everyone has invested 70,000 or 80,000 US dollars, even if most of these people are considered rich, but in an era when the annual salary of ordinary American workers is only 1,450 US dollars, the number of 780,000 US dollars can also make these rich people feel distressed.

For a while, except for a very small number of gamblers who held that it was impossible to bet on the Chinese fat man to win since it was a gamble, they were cheering, and all kinds of American-style national scolding were heard on the field. Cups, towels, and fruits, countless sundries were thrown at the ring, and there were even two high heels, if it weren't for the steel fence in the ring, the things thrown over could make Liu Tuanzuo scramble.

Liu Lang finally knew what the role of this steel fence was for, it was not at all to prevent the red-eyed fighters on the field, but to protect them from being stoned to death by frustrated gamblers outside the stadium with sundries!

"Ren Su? Sorry, I didn't understand what you meant. If you really want to throw in the towel, I want you to do it the way you Japanese samurai do. Come, kneel down and shout to Lao Tzu. Liu Lang took two steps forward and said with a sneer.

Chiba Dong Yilang still lowered his head and his face was hideous, others may not know what Liu Lang meant, but he does. The ancient rite of the Japanese samurai to admit defeat to his opponent is to kneel on both knees and prostrate on the ground to show submission.

However, to let him admit defeat to a Chinese like this is undoubtedly more sad than killing him.

"If you still take into account your so-called martial dignity, then I can only send you to see your Amaterasu, life and dignity, you can only choose one or the other." The corners of Liu Lang's mouth curled up with a hint of ridicule, and he continued coldly.

If it were a battlefield, he would say a lot of nonsense about this thing, and kill him with a single stab. But here, in front of the arrogant and arrogant Americans, it is Liu Lang's original intention to blow and collapse this little devil who pretends to be forced from psychology to physiology.

Liu Lang just wants to use facts to tell everyone here that Chinese are not as kind and deceitful as they imagined, and they can be fierce and cruel when they are unhappy. The so-called magnanimity and a lot of respect that cannot be exchanged for it, then use the fist.

What answered Liu Lang was a sword-like light, and the fierce sword light swept straight at Liu Lang's ankle.

Before the "despicable" Zhou Dapeng woke up from the surprise, he jumped up from his seat in a hurry by the Japanese swordsman who had defeated and sneaked attack.

Chiba Toichiro had already calculated, if Liu Lang jumped up and hidden, then he could continue to attack and finally kill the enemy under the knife, if he retreated, then he could finally win a chance to breathe, as long as he was not too eager to succeed like the previous moves, he was not without a chance to win.

Yes, the moment his nose was flattened and his big teeth were knocked away, the first master of the Black Dragon Society finally figured out why he was beaten so miserably, he was fooled, and from the very beginning he entered the battle rhythm specially created by the opponent.

The only way to salvage the defeat is to return to his own rhythm.

It's a pity that Toichiro Chiba has a good idea, but Liu Tuanzuo is not the kind of opponent he imagined. Liu Lang neither jumped nor retreated, but leaned forward and held the three-edged army spur in front of him to block directly.

There was a crisp sound of a "bell". A three-edged stabbing made of cannon barrel steel blocks the blade of the katana. Not only blocked the blade of the katana, but the people in the audience also saw an unbelievable scene.

When the Chinese fat man bent down to block, the strange weapon in his hand poked the ground and burst into flames, and at the same time, with the help of this force, he actually did a volley front somersault.

What do you say about that scene?

Liu Lang's previous posture of kicking the Japanese swordsman was very strong and dick, especially the one that kicked a big living person weighing more than 100 pounds three or four meters away, showing the demeanor of a fierce "wild boar", and he is definitely a power-type master.

Now, however, this somersault is like a wild boar suddenly doing the work of a monkey.

But, for sure, no matter how flexible a wild boar is, it can only be a wild boar. Because, a monkey can never put a big living person unconscious, but a "wild boar" can.

Flipping Chinese fat guy sits in the ass on 。。。。。。 Sitting on the head of Toichiro Chiba, who had just raised his head and was about to jump up and launch his second attack.

The gamblers sitting opposite Toichiro Chiba saw the miserable face of the Japanese swordsman completely at that moment, his nose was flattened, and his lips were swollen high from the violent impact, like two sausages hanging from his mouth. Of course, the most unbearable thing is his eyes.

It's not the number one master of the Black Dragon Society, and the small eyes with single eyelids are beautiful enough to speak, but they are enough for gamblers who see all this to understand the story in his eyes. From hideous to confident to unbelievable and finally to incomparably sad and angry, at the moment when the fat man's round ass in China is about to sit down. Then, it's gone.

Because, Liu Tuanzuo's big ass has already sat on the head of the Japanese swordsman who only has time to speak with his eyes.

There was a muffled "thump". It even made some empty gyms have a little echo. The vast majority of people got goosebumps when they heard it.

It must have hurt!

Of course it hurts, don't believe it, but if you let a fat man of more than 200 pounds sit down from the air? Moreover, under the face is granite.

This time, the blood of the Japanese swordsman was definitely no closer than the head of the Muay Thai king being smashed to the ground by the Russian fighter with his legs.

"Holy shit, my ass." Liu Tuanzuo shouted suddenly.

Obviously, the force is reciprocal, and it won't be very comfortable for anyone to sit on a hard ball and hit it on the ground for a while, especially if it's possible to hit the ball.

Liu Lang naturally has a certain reason for shouting like this.

However, have you ever thought about the voice of the first master of the Black Dragon Society, who directly touched the ground with his head? Especially when someone sits down with their buttocks.

Obviously, Liu Tuanzuo has no bodhisattva heart, and Liu Tuanzuo has always been unrelenting to the enemy who can still hurt his buttocks with his head at the last moment.

The body suddenly lay on its side, using its elbow as a hammer, and struck a blow to the arm of the Japanese swordsman Shang, who was still holding the katana, who was basically unconscious.

There was a crisp sound that could be heard throughout the audience, and the arm of the Japanese swordsman was flipped up at an extremely strange angle, and it was directly broken by Liu Lang's elbow hammer.

"Whew~~~" The Japanese swordsman let out a muffled howl that did not resemble a human voice, and the gamblers outside the court felt a cool air from the top of their heads to the soles of their feet.

Ferocious, extremely ferocious.

"Yo Ho, you're strong! Yes, he still hasn't admitted defeat until now, and he's a good man. Then I'll give you the treatment of a warrior. Liu Lang's slightly playful metallic voice made the audience even colder.

Where do people not admit defeat, it's clear that they don't have a chance, okay? Didn't you see that the voice of the first master of the Black Dragon Society has changed its tone? What exactly do the brutal Chinese want to do?

Then, they finally understood why the Russian fighters so obediently gave up the ring. Because that chubby Chinese is not a wild boar, not even a bear, but a tiger, a lion, a fox, cunning and fierce.

As soon as he turned over and stood up, he leaned over and pinched the once invincible No. 1 master of the Black Dragon Society with one hand, and now his whole body was paralyzed like a leper dog with a broken backbone, and he punched him in the face fiercely.

"This punch is the interest collected for the thousands of children of my Chinese tribe who died at the hands of the beast soldiers."

There was a muffled sound of "bang", and thousands of peach blossoms suddenly bloomed on the face of the Japanese swordsman.

The next punch hit the Japanese swordsman in the chest.

"This punch is the interest collected for thousands of Chinese women in my country."

With a "click", the sternum was broken, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of the mouth of the Japanese swordsman and covered Liu Lang's face.

"This punch is for thousands of old men of my Chinese family."

"This punch is for thousands of my Chinese people."

。。。。。。

With Liu Lang's punch after punch, the Japanese swordsman is like a sandbag that is about to be broken, and it is definitely more miserable than the Muay Thai king under the Russian fighter. As for whether he is alive or dead, there is no suspense for a long time, and after Liu Lang's second punch, the Japanese swordsman has no sound.

With Liu Lang's long roar, he flew up again with a punch and directly knocked the already extremely broken body of the Japanese swordsman into the air for several meters, hitting the iron gate of the steel bar guardrail, knocking the iron gate open and falling directly under the ring, this miserable unrestricted fight was finally over.

Until this moment, the Japanese swordsman did not have time to spit out even a word.

However, the murderous Liu Lang is still not over.

With a raised hand, the three-edged military thorn in his sleeve was directly nailed into the chest of Ichiro Kameda, who was about to stand up and run away more than ten meters away.

Yaoyao looked at Ichiro Kameda, who was holding his chest and glaring at him in disbelief, the expression on Liu Lang's face remained unchanged, "The people who bet life and death with me are all dead, you are not the first, and definitely not the last." ”

At that moment, Liu Lang, who was covered in blood, stood under the lamppost like that, like a god of war.

Or, more like a ruthless butcher.