From Fist Wisdom Blade To Muscle Daming King

"died?"

"Well, dead!"

In the backyard of Ice Room Ryo Bar, Leng Kong and Ice Room Ryo were sitting on wicker chairs and eating a small barbecue.

"Don't you mean strong?"

"Why are you so weak?"

"I just exerted my strength and he fell down."

"I've only defeated you, so I'm so strong?"

Reng Kong is talking about the pure white world of Himuro Ryo's experience body.

"Oh, beat me?"

But Ryo Himuro thought Leng Kong was mocking him for accidentally breaking off his hand, and he immediately became unhappy:

"If I hadn't been too careless, could you have defeated me? With just one hand from you, I could have tortured you several times."

"Then come again?"

"You don't have to give in this time."

With a playful look on his face, Leng Kong put his left hand behind his back and stretched out his right hand, inviting Himuro Ryo to take a hand.

"Uh, forget it, I said it before."

Seeing that Reng Kong was serious, Himuro Ryo immediately withered.

He is not stupid. Leng Kong was already extremely powerful, and now that he has realized the power, he is going to seek abuse on his own?

"You underestimate yourself. Julius can sweep across the boxing arena with his brute strength. You are only slightly weaker than him in physical fitness. Now that you have learned skills, apart from combat experience, your actual combat power is no worse than that of a top-notch fighter."

"A guy who only shows off on the Internet is not even a real fighter, so how can he be your opponent?"

“And you underestimate me too much.

"I, Hyokui, Ryo Himuro, am one of the top 20 boxing fighters. How can I be compared to a mere internet celebrity?"

There are too many perversions in the fist wish, but Himuro Ryo didn't dare to blow it too far.

"In other words, there are at least 20 people stronger than you in Quan Yuan? Haha"

Leng Kong instantly became energetic.

"Where is your focus?"

"I mean I'm strong too!"

Himuro Ryo was speechless.

Fighters stand out in the brutal battles of blood and fire. Being a fighter means standing on the ceiling of human combat power.

In some aspects, it is close to or even beyond human limits.

If you can rank in the top 20, you are already very strong, right?

"This is the best. It would be too boring if the opponents only have the same level as before."

Leng Kong twisted his neck and stood up.

"Where to go?"

Seeing Leng Kong preparing to leave after finishing his meal, the ice room felt uncomfortable.

Are you treating this as a restaurant?

Uh..., although the tavern is also responsible for the food, doesn't this ignore him too much?

"Go back to Chairman Ziyin and arrange the next one as soon as possible."

Fighting against the strong man was completely unsatisfying. The battle was over before his blood was even hot. Leng Kong couldn't wait to start the next one.

"Young people are very energetic, so take it easy. If you get injured, remember to come over and let me see how miserable you are. Haha."

Ryo Himuro teased.

In fact, he is not very old, he is only 25 years old and in his prime.

But he grew up in the extremely chaotic place of "Zhong". After coming out, he enjoys the peaceful life now.

The hard work that I was full of was gradually smoothed by the leisurely life.

"Just a broken bone will take half a year to recover from."

"Just take care of yourself."

Leng Kong glanced at Ryo Himuro's right arm that was still hanging on his chest and refused to let go, feeling a little nostalgic for his experience.

At least the experience body kills decisively, and the battle is extremely fierce and brutal.

Taught Leng Kong what real fighting is.

When fighting, you must ignore all factors and work hard to become the last person standing in the ring!

Although it killed him hundreds of times and brought him endless pain, it was also the one that made Leng Kong feel the ultimate pleasure of blood boiling and the unparalleled pleasure of spiritual satisfaction.

"It's just. You're so little."

Himuro Ryo wanted to refute, but found that Ryo had already walked out of the yard.

"Haha. I was underestimated."

"Looks like I'm going to get excited too."

After tearing off the arm sling, Himuro Ryo punched continuously, his movements were so sharp that no trace of injury could be seen.

Here, Leng Kong went back and told Ziyin that he wanted to play a few more games to gain experience, and the other party readily accepted.

The potential shown by Leng Kong is enough to become the exclusive fighter of Huangying Group.

Ziyin is also preparing to focus on cultivating Leng Kong.

Now the two of them had the same mind.

If boxing is there, is it not easy to fight?

GF challenge letter is.

This is just like a certain goose or a certain treasure issuing legal letters to companies that touch their copyrights and interests.

The Huangying Group has a big business, and there will always be those who are short-sighted.

Don't tell me, just start fighting.

Leng Kong's second opponent is a certain raw fish and seafood company. The strength of the fighters is the same as the goods they sell, which is the level of trash fish.

With just one punch, the opponent was lying in the fish tank.

Boring!

The third opponent was a fresh meat wholesale company. The fighter looked as if he had been drunk. His muscles looked bursting and his body was huge.

As a result, the opponent was discouraged as soon as the fists touched each other.

Disappointing!

The fourth opponent was a pastry company, and the combatants were also very weak. The battle had just begun and they were crushed to pieces by Leng Kong's terrifying power.

Boring!

The opponents are all at this level, so Leng Kong quits.

"I asked, are you obsessed with catering? Can you switch to something more affordable?"

Looking at Ziyin who was sitting opposite admiring her handsome face (muscles), Leng Kong stuffed breakfast in his mouth and his eyes were very dissatisfied.

"I'm not just looking for weak opponents to build your confidence just because you've just entered the boxing ring."

Ziyin pretended to be ignorant of good people, then she pursed her red lips and blew out a puff of green smoke into the cold air, which seemed to be blowing smoke and blowing a kiss.

"Giggle."

Seeing this scene, Zhu Mei gritted her teeth.

"Yeah?"

Leng Kong didn’t believe it.

Other newcomers may feel nervous, apprehensive, fearful and other emotions when facing a battle, but Leng Kong's mind will automatically enter the fighting state as soon as he stands on the ring.

Without him, he has fought with Ryo Himuro's experience so many times that it has almost become his instinct.

There is no need to consider this issue at all.

Ziyin is a veteran member of Quanyuan and has not seen too many combatants. Leng Kong doesn't believe that she can't see her condition.

"Okay, a little selfish."

Being stared at by the handsome muscular little wolfdog, Ziyin felt a little scared and raised her fingertips to make a little gesture.

"I checked the accounts recently and found that the supplier that delivers to the college restaurant has secretly increased prices."

"It just so happens that you need a sparring partner, so I'll take the opportunity to give them a beating."

"Oh capitalist!"

Leng Kong didn't believe Ziyin's nonsense. Even if he had the guts, a small vendor wouldn't dare to raise the price to a large group like Huang Ying. I'm afraid he was using himself to keep the price down, right?

However, Leng Kong did not tell the truth. After all, he made several billion in profits from each game, which was about one-tenth of the bet.

Although he still hasn't spent any money, at least the man has enough confidence.

To exaggerate, you can call yourself a great man.

Of course, compared with the real consortium, it is just Xiaohao, or Xiaoxiaohao.

"I don't care, find me a strong person next time, at least a real fighter!"

He picked up a big stick bone and gnawed off the bones and meat in several bites. The food delivery person next to him felt a chill as he looked at the meal ferociously.