From Fist Wishing Blade to Muscle King Ming

Chapter 226 The Centennial Arena?

Chapter 226 A century-old arena?

Author: Nai He Nai He Tian

Chapter 226 A century-old arena?

"How impressive!"

Looking at the single-family building towering in the downtown area, Leng Kong sighed.

Maybe it's because martial arts is prevalent in this world, the inheritance of martial arts continues, and various sects seem to be quite wealthy.

In the previous life, other sects except Shaolin Co., Ltd. would not have dared to think of owning a single-story building in this location.

"Boxing King Dao, the name is very domineering, but I don't know how much weight it has."

Scanning the plaque above, Leng Kong strode in.

"Ho ho ha!"

When you open the door, you can see disciples wearing white short-sleeved practice uniforms, lined up and practicing.

"Sir, are you here to learn the art of boxing?"

"Please fill out a form first?"

Then a soft female voice sounded in my ears.

Leng Kong raised his eyes and saw a smiling woman standing at the front desk greeting him.

The woman has a good figure, and her face can be scored as a 7 or 8. Plus, she wears a cool uniform and looks pale. Why does it feel like she doesn’t fit in a boxing gym?

His eyes scanned the so-called form, what about monthly subscription, quarterly subscription, annual subscription and a bunch of 0s behind it?

If he hadn't seen the "King of Boxing" plaque before entering, Leng Kong would have thought he was entering that gym.

Is this treating martial arts as a business?

Leng Kong's eyelids twitched slightly, feeling vaguely that this Neptune seemed a bit unreliable.

"No need, I'm looking for you Neptune!"

"You mean our curator?"

The beautiful receptionist said in a sweet voice: "If you want the curator to give you personal guidance, the fee may be higher. Oh."

"Is this enough?"

Leng Kong didn't want to perform a trick to destroy flowers in the hall, and then tortured vegetables like crazy. Finally, he lured Neptune out and handed over the suitcase directly.

Why cause more trouble when money can solve it?

"Clam?"

The beauty opened the box, her mouth immediately opened in an O shape, and her eyes turned green because of the red heads neatly stacked inside.

If she had swiped a credit card, she might not be so shocked, but the same cash would be different in front of her.

"That's enough!"

"Follow me."

He quickly locked the suitcase into the safe, then twisted his waist and walked to the elevator.

At the same time, he explained: "The curator's training room is on the 18th floor. Generally, except for direct disciples, only you VVIPs are qualified to go up."

Without even filling out the form, the woman automatically regarded Leng Kong as a VVIP (taken advantage of).

The elevator rose quickly, and within a few seconds, a large training room appeared in front of you.

"Director, another VVIP has joined us."

The elevator door is the main door. As soon as he entered the room, the beautiful saleswoman shouted joyfully to the middle-aged man standing in front of the open-air glass.

"Um,"

The man turned around, his face was handsome, his temples were half white, his head was black, and his hair color distribution was very similar to Shikawa Gangqi, but his figure was much stronger.

"Then let's talk."

The beautiful saleswoman made an OK gesture and returned to the elevator, already calculating how much commission she would get this time.

Fan Haiwang:GD Province Haiwang,

Martial Arts: Boxing King Way.

Gone?

Is it gone?

After looking at the properties panel, Leng Kong found that his premonition had come true.

There is a high probability that this Neptune is also a parallel import.

"You're not here to practice martial arts, are you?"

The beauty salesman couldn't tell, but Fan Haiwang also had the title of King of the Sea. From Leng Kong's pace and breathing rate, he could tell that the opponent was also a martial arts practitioner, and was even not weaker than himself.

"You still have some sharp eyesight."

Leng Kong turned his wrist and said, "Come on, let me see what the level of the domestic sea kings is."

"strength?"

"Haha. Don't underestimate Neptune, kid!"

Seeing that Leng Kong seemed to be here to play, Fan Haiwang was not polite. He took two steps with his left foot and his right foot and slid in front of Leng Kong. He drew a semicircle with his right leg.

Bang!

The whip kick hit Leng Kong's waist directly.

However, this little power couldn't even make Leng Kong's body shake. He raised his eyelids slightly and said, "Be more serious, Neptune!"

"How is that possible?"

Fan Haiwang's eyes bulged, and he flicked his right straight fist at his feet and hit Leng Kong's chest.

Click.

As a result, the muscles that automatically rebounded due to the cold air were shocked to the point of fracture.

"Is it because you're not using enough force, or is this all you can do?"

Seeing that King Fan Hai only had this little strength, Leng Kong's eyes were almost gone.

Is Neptune that watery?

Or is this world deliberately targeting Chinese martial arts?

"Kid, don't underestimate people!"

As a dignified King of the Sea, Fan Haiwang was devastated by being so despised by Leng Kong.

The left leg leaned back and spun half a circle at high speed and struck into the cold air again,

Bang!

Then Leng Kong held his face and slammed him to the ground, causing the floor to crack.

Fan Haiwang, who didn't have any special physique, obviously couldn't withstand such a critical blow. His head was bleeding and he collapsed on the ground and passed out.

"No, that's it?"

Look at Fan Haiwang who is in a coma, and then look at his palms stained red with blood,

Leng Kong was speechless, he didn't even try hard!

Do you want to be weak?

Give me back my expectations!

Never mind!

Wiping his palms clean on Fan Haiwang's clothes, Leng Kong slowly walked to the large lounge chair in front of the window and sat down, slowly enjoying the scenery and waiting for Fan Haiwang to wake up.

"What happened?"

More than ten minutes later, Fan Haiwang slowly opened his eyes.

"Aren't I fighting?"

"Yes, fight!"

The memory before coma flashed, King Fan Hai jumped up with a hiss and assumed a fighting posture.

"woke up?"

"Although his strength is not great, he wakes up pretty quickly."

He half-reclined on the air-conditioned high recliner and looked at Fan Haiwang, who was still in a nervous state.

"It's you!"

Recognizing Leng Kong as the person who knocked him unconscious with one move, King Fan Hai took a few steps back, but when he saw the expression on Leng Kong's face that looked like a smile but not a smile, he

I feel like a clown.

Also, if the other party really wanted to harm me, he would have done it long ago when he was unconscious, and there was no need to wait until now.

"You are looking for me"

Then he put down his posture and said with great reluctance: "You want my spot in the century-old arena, right?"

Leng Kong was stunned for a moment, "A century-old grand arena?"

"Stop pretending, you have the ability to knock me down with one move. Except for the century-old arena that is about to start, I don't think there is anything here that can attract you."

"Don't worry, I will give you a spot because you have the strength!"

King Fan Hai was relieved,

Originally, he wanted to prove in the big arena that he was the number one in the Chinese martial arts world, but Leng Kong broke his illusion with just one hand.

Pure strength was right in front of him, and he didn't have to accept it even if he didn't want to.

And the other party has been very sincere.

He obviously has the ability to crush himself, but he didn't choose to play in the gym. Instead, he paid money to go upstairs and fight him one-on-one.

After defeating him, he slowly woke up without leaking it, thus saving his face.

This is already very embarrassing.

What's more, during the battle, the opponent specifically gave him two moves. Fan Haiwang felt that if he didn't know what was going on, he would be a bad person.

Well.

Leng Kong didn't know what King Fan Hai was thinking, but he was even more confused after hearing this.

What kind of century-old arena?

What quota?

I don't know at all, and I haven't heard of it either.

He came here just to harvest physical characteristics and experience body.

Regardless of Fan Hai Wang, he also knows that the warriors in this world have very strong vitality and will not die easily.

Then we asked King Fan Hai about the situation in the Chinese martial arts world. After all, the information collected in Japan was too limited.

What's going on now?

Before the situation is clear, what quota will the other party give up to him?

"I spent my early years practicing abroad, so I really don't know the domestic situation,"

Leng Kong pointed to the chair opposite and invited, "So, can you explain it to me?"