Gao Wu: You Stole My Quota And You Still Expect Me To Be Generous?

Just as Ji Zhang was doubtful and Xu Feng temporarily put down his phone, the fighting match was about to begin.

The audience who were whispering in the viewing stand just now also turned their eyes to the fighting field at this time.

Some people actually waved their hands and cheered, shouting "Brother Xiong, Brother Xiong".

It seems that this Brother Xiong should be one of the players in today's fighting match, and he is very popular.

Xu Feng also looked at the two entrances of the fighting field.

Soon, a strong man with a height of more than two meters walked onto the stage from one entrance.

The audience cheered even more.

This "Brother Xiong" was not wearing a mask, staring with his eyes and a face full of flesh, looking like a very fierce guy.

At the entrance opposite him, a man who was a head shorter than him but also quite strong walked out slowly.

The strong man wore a black mask, and only a pair of sharp eyes remained outside.

It seems that the two fighting players who appeared today are not very ordinary.

Because it is not the same as the masked matches that Xu Feng saw in the video.

"Is there no referee in a fight?" Seeing that the two players were almost in the middle of the fighting arena, Xu Feng suddenly asked.

The head of the plan, who was full of thoughts at the moment, forced a smile and said:

"There is no referee in a fight. If one side falls to the ground or admits defeat, the match is over.

Of course, there will be staff around to guard at all times to prevent accidents.

Although broken arms and legs are common in the Fighters' House, it is rare for people to die!"

Xu Feng nodded.

Perhaps this is the difference between a place like the Fighters' House and "black boxing".

Because at least it is not too dark.

Just as the two were talking, a beautiful staff member in the field announced.

The fight on the fighting arena also broke out in an instant.

The two-meter-tall Xiong brother walked in a big and open way, and his punches and kicks were all powerful.

The sturdy man on the opposite side was more flexible in his positioning, but he was actually a tough player.

As soon as the two started fighting, the audience in the stands became excited and nervous.

Xu Feng sensed it a little.

He found that there were very few warriors among the audience, and even if there were, they were not of high rank.

In fact, to be honest, the two warriors on the fighting stage were not weak in combat power.

Moreover, these people were quite experienced in fighting, and they were ruthless and fierce, and each move went straight to the vital point.

To use an Internet term, it was quite unethical.

However, on a fighting stage without even a referee, it was not a place to be ethical.

"How do you feel? Who of these two people has a higher chance of winning?"

Just as Xu Feng was observing the fight, Jizhang suddenly asked a question beside him.

Xu Feng looked again and said casually:

"The one called Xiong Ge has more vigorous blood, but his opponent seems to be more proficient in martial arts.

So it's hard to say who will win or lose, but I personally prefer the shorter one."

"Seeing this guy commenting seriously, could he really have some talent?"

Hearing this, Ji Chang felt that he couldn't understand him a little bit, and continued:

"Oh? Do you have any basis for judgment?"

Xu Feng had no idea that the other party was wavering in his heart at the moment, and shook his head and said:

"There is no basis for judgment, it's purely a personal feeling."

In fact, Xu Feng has seen only a few battles, so how could he have any personal feelings?

It's just that this guy saw that Xiong Ge was too ugly, so he didn't want the other party to win.

After saying this, Xu Feng and Ji Chang stopped talking and looked at the fighting stage again.

At this time, the two people on the stage had been fighting for five or six minutes, which was actually quite a long time.

Of course, this also shows that the strength of the two contestants is not much different, otherwise one move might have determined the winner.

Looking at the two people on the fighting stage, Xu Feng secretly compared his strength with these people in his heart.

Soon, he came to a conclusion in his heart:

"Except for combat experience and ruthlessness, I will crush these two people in other aspects!"

Needless to say, in terms of Qi and blood.

Although Xu Feng is still a first-grade warrior, because of the use of the body-tempering pill, his Qi and blood value has long entered the second-grade level.

As for martial arts, it is even more so.

When a warrior practices martial arts, it depends on his appearance... Oh no, it depends on his talent.

People with poor talent may not be able to reach the level of great success in a martial art even if they practice it to death.

For example, the two people on the fighting stage are still first-grade warriors at such an old age.

It is conceivable that their talent is not much better.

"Of course, even if it really depends on appearance, Xu Feng can definitely crush everyone present!" Thinking of this, his mind became active, and he suddenly asked the head of the account, saying: "How much money can a first-class warrior get for a match?" With Teacher Xiao Qian, Xu Feng wanted to talk about feelings, because he was a creditor. But with the agent in front of him, he just wanted to do business. The head of the account was obviously stunned by his directness, and then he said: "The reward for the match is linked to the popularity. The unknown warriors are between 20,000 and 100,000. If you can make a name for yourself in the Fighter's House, then the reward will be quite generous. In addition to the direct reward, you can also get a share of the advertising revenue from the video playback..." Xu Feng nodded and suddenly said: "Arrange it. The battles of first-class warriors can be arranged as many times as possible within three days. There is no upper limit." The reason why Xu Feng said this was because he estimated that he would be promoted to a second-class warrior in three days. In fact, this is also one of the reasons why he came to the Fighter's House today. Because with his abnormal blood value and martial arts proficiency, it would be difficult to find an opponent among the first-class martial artists.

So why not take this opportunity to make as much money as possible?

And after owing so much money to Teacher Xiao Qian, Xu Feng's desire to make money became urgent.

He could ask Teacher Xiao Qian to help him pay for the cost of exchanging martial arts and martial arts.

But martial arts is not just about martial arts and martial arts.

The pills Xu Feng consumes every day to assist in his cultivation are a considerable number.

More than 20,000 or 30,000 a day, which is almost one million a month.

If he hadn't chosen Fu Shan Jue, the cultivation resources allocated to him by Yun Wu could support him for one or two years.

But after he made up his mind to buy Fu Shan Jue, he already owed 76.5 million, which was really worrying!

Xu Feng was worried about money.

And the chief accountant who heard what he just said was shocked by the big tone of this kid.

However, since he didn't know the details of this guy yet, the head of the plan hesitated for a moment and said: "Brother Xu Feng, I am very happy that you can consider becoming a contestant of the Fighter's House. However, whether we can arrange as many competitions as possible depends on your performance after you go on stage. Another thing is that you need to undergo a physical examination and sign an agent contract before that." Love is not something you can buy. Fighting competitions are not something you can participate in just because you want to! Xu Feng was mentally prepared for this, so he stood up and said: "In this case, let's deal with these trivial matters now without further ado!" As soon as he finished speaking, the two fighters on the fighting stage just decided the winner. What surprised Xu Feng was that the winner this time was actually the sturdy man who was a head shorter. He was only slightly surprised. At this time, the head of the plan changed his face several times, and his expression was quite shocked: "Did he guess before? Or does he really have such vision?"