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The surrounding audience was also talking a lot at this moment.

"Then Xia Zhi, I remember, is not even a quasi-warrior, right? How dare you accept the challenge of a first-level warrior?"

"Hehe! He is dead! The odds in the boxing gym are already 8 to 1! If you bet 800 yuan, Xia Zhi can win 100 yuan if he loses!"

"Looking at the odds, you can see how big the gap between the two is!"

"Brother, how much do you want to bet? I bet on this bloody hand and his brother will win, 80,000 yuan! This is a sure-profit business. Unfortunately, I don't have much money, so I can only bet 80,000 yuan, but I can also make a pocket money of 10,000 yuan. Money!”

"Hey, I'll bet two hundred thousand! I gave you twenty-five thousand for free, don't give it up!"

"I wonder if any of my brothers would bet on Xia Zhi to win!"

At this time a voice sounded.

"I bet Xia Zhi and win! Two thousand! Last time he played against Blood Hand, I also bet him two thousand! I won!"

"This time I still choose to be a gambling dog!"

Everyone looked over.

Someone has an impression of this brother.

The only guy at the time betting on the winner of the Summer Solstice.

"That's crazy! Can Xue Hand compare to his brother?"

"Normally, two or three quasi-warriors can barely compete with a first-level warrior if they join forces. They are not that kind of senior first-level warriors!"

"I heard that this bloody-hand brother has been a first-level warrior for more than three years, and he is a senior first-level warrior!"

"What can Xia Zhi win with? Win with the head start?"

Some people mocked the gambler who bet on the summer solstice to win.

The gambler smiled.

His gambling purpose is to try his best to turn his bicycle into a motorcycle!

And he didn't place the bet without thinking.

He heard that Xia Zhi accepted the challenge and thought about it for a while before placing the bet.

Judging from the performance in the last arena, Xia Zhi almost crushed Xue Shou.

There is even some energy left.

And Xia Zhi seems to be no fool.

If you don't have any confidence, do you dare to easily accept the challenge from his brother Bloody Hand?

If you lose, you only lose two thousand.

If you win, it will be eight times the profit!

There are many people who think the same as this gambler.

But there are more people betting heavily on Deng Guanxin.

Xia Yang, who had just walked out of the room, heard the odds between herself and that bloody brother.

His eyes flickered slightly.

Bet one hundred and win eight hundred.

After thinking about it, Xia Yang decided to bet 10,000 yuan on herself.

I was thinking about betting more.

But Xia Yang is not yet sure about the strength of a first-level warrior.

He has never fought against a first-level warrior.

It is said that a quasi-warrior is nothing in front of a first-level warrior.

Xia Yang himself estimated that if he fought a first-level warrior, he should be able to draw a tie.

As for whether he can win, he doesn't know.

So the final decision was just 10,000 yuan.

If you win, you will earn 80,000 yuan. If you add in the money from the boxing gym and the challenge money, you will have 160,000 to 70,000 yuan.

It's okay if he loses. I still have 160,000 yuan left, so I can buy another high-level Qi-blood pill and an intermediate Qi-blood pill.

At the betting counter, after Xia Yang placed her bet.

Wei Qiurong upstairs received the news immediately.

"This guy! He's so confident! He actually bet 10,000 on himself to win?"

"I want to take a closer look to see if you are arrogant or if you have your own confidence!"

"Hmph! Dare you hang up on me!"

Wei Qiurong has always been obsessed with being hung up on by Xia Yang.

"The summer solstice is coming! The summer solstice is coming!"

Xia Yang walked through the contestant tunnel and walked to the ring.

Someone yelled.

Many people looked at Xia Yang.

Different expressions.

Some pity, some ridicule, some disdain.

Some people are also confused.

Xia Yang saw everyone's reactions in front of her eyes.

The corners of the mouth under the mask gradually curved.

I don’t know why, but this was the case last time I went into the ring.

Same thing this time.

When he thinks that he will have a hearty battle next, he will feel excited and excited.

After Xia Yang entered the ring.

He immediately made a prepared gesture.

But Deng Guanxin on the opposite side did not make a ready gesture for a long time.

Deng Guanxin looked at Xia Yang, and he could feel that there was a childish face behind Xia Yang's mask.

Deng Guanxin had a smile on his face.

"You were the one who beat my brother into a vegetative state? You are so young!"

"I have to thank you for beating my brother into a vegetative state!"

"He has mania! You don't know how many times I've wiped his butt in the past few years!"

"I have long been thinking that it would be great if he could be beaten to death in the black boxing ring!"

"Although you didn't kill him, he can still be in a vegetative state! I have to thank you for helping me complete this idea!"

"But, he is my brother after all! You beat him into a vegetative state and I seek revenge on you. This is the last thing I can do for him!"

"Don't worry, I won't kill you. At most, I will just cripple you!"

"I thought you wouldn't agree to my challenge, but I didn't expect you actually agreed!"

"That's fine, I don't have to spend any more effort!"

Xia Yang became impatient: "You talk so much nonsense!"

"If you want to fight, fight!"

Deng Guanxin smiled and shook his head: "Young man, you just can't bear your temper!"

As he spoke, he also made a ready gesture to the referee on the sidelines.

The gesture has just been completed.

Deng Guanxin only felt a blur in front of his eyes.

So fast!

The thought just crossed his mind.

Then bang.

Accompanied by severe pain in the abdomen.

Deng Guanxin flew backwards and hit the iron fence at the edge of the ring.

There was silence in the surrounding auditorium.

The audience was stunned!

Is this Xia Zhi really not even a quasi-warrior?

Is this a mistake made by the boxing gym or something?

Why do you feel that Xia Yang looks like the first-level warrior, while Deng Guanxin looks like the person who is not even a quasi-martial artist?

Not only the audience was dumbfounded, but the person involved, Deng Guanxin, was also dumbfounded.

The speed just now, is it the speed of a person with a blood of 1.5 or more?

Even a first-level warrior like him couldn't react!

Xia Yang did not pursue the victory this time.

Instead, he stood there and frowned slightly.

A doubt arose in Xia Yang's heart.

First-level warriors don't seem to be very powerful.

It is said that a first-level warrior has skin like cow membrane, qi and blood above 2.5, and a single-arm strength of 350 kilograms!

Xia Yang looked at Deng Guanxin in front of her and suddenly realized.

I seem to be much stronger than I thought.

It’s not that Deng Guanxin is weak at all!

At the edge of the ring, Wei Qing's expression was also moving.

He thought that Xia Yang might have some strength, otherwise how could he dare to directly agree to Deng Guanxin's challenge.

However, he didn't expect that the first level warrior Deng Guanxin would be sent flying when the fight started.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Wei Qiurong's expression was calm, but upon careful observation, the pupils of her eyes became larger unconsciously.

Xia Yang can actually fight across levels!

And it seems that Deng Guanxin, a first-level warrior, can't put much pressure on him.

Is this guy's true strength comparable to that of a first-level warrior?

What a joke!

He is not even a quasi-warrior now!

At this time, Deng Guanxin stood up holding on to the iron fence at the edge of the ring.

The gambler who had bet on Xia Yang also jumped up on the spot.

He shouted with a fanatical expression:

"Xia Zhi! You are my god! Damn it!"

"Fuck him to death! I'm going to win money! I'm going to win money again!"

As for other people who had placed heavy bets on Deng Guanxin, they also roared.

"Holy shit! Are you a special actor? Are you a first-level warrior?!!"

"You can't even beat a child!! You're a piece of trash! Stand up quickly! Beat him!"

"Hurry up! You must not lose! I bet 80,000 on you! If you lose, I will go find your wife and give you a hat!"

"I bet two hundred thousand dollars! Two hundred thousand dollars! If you lose, I will kill your whole family, Mad!"

At this moment, no arena in the black boxing gym can be as lively as Xia Yang's arena.

Regardless of whether they were betting on Xia Yang or Deng Guanxin, everyone's eyes were red at this time.

There are more and more people watching in this arena.

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