Hero Cultivation System

"Who the hell are you looking for?"

Tu Qiang in the box slapped his hand on the table, furious, while Gao Cheng, the general manager of the arena, stood beside him cautiously to accompany him.

"President, these people here are all masters who are near Zhonghai or just passing through Zhonghai. The top masters from other countries in the world will not be able to reach Zhonghai until tomorrow at the earliest."

It’s not that Tu Qiang didn’t know Gao Cheng’s difficulties. In fact, he himself thought at first that Liang Gong was just a young boy and that the master of the black boxing ring in his arena was enough to kill him, so he originally planned to send a few Let the dead ghost step in and let the place warm up, and then remove the beam in two days.

But the three people who were drawn by lot did not even play a role as a stepping stone, so they were directly killed by Liang Gong, and each one died more miserably than the other.

Needless to say about the first two, Jin Yuanlong, the stick man just now, spoke very eloquently, and the few times he kicked on the field were also really good-looking. Even Tu Qiang couldn't help but cheer for him.

Unexpectedly, his feet hit Liang Gong's chin, temple and Tanzhong acupuncture point, and they actually made a sound like "dong! Dong! Dong!" like a bell, which made people wonder what his feet and Liang Gong's flesh were. Made of stuff?

However, Liang Gong didn't care, as if someone was tickling him, he grabbed Jin Yuanlong's right ankle, crushed it with a crunching sound, then simply lifted Jin Yuanlong up with one hand, swung it twice and then stabbed him in the chest. On the arena.

There was a "bang", and Jin Yuanlong's whole body was like a cockroach that had been slapped flat. All his bones and flesh were broken. When the staff carried him onto a stretcher, he was so limp that he could hardly be recognized as a human being.

How cruel!

Three different cruel ways of death in a row. Even though the box and the stands were filled with officials from Zhonghai, and the big scoops in the shopping mall, even if they were used to watching black boxing matches on weekdays, they couldn't help but bend over and vomit after seeing it, not to mention Let’s talk about Xiaomi or the mistress next to me.

Disgusting is one thing, but Tu Qiang's biggest concern is that he is in big trouble when he bets on his body.

Since everyone could see how powerful Liang Gong was, everyone in the preparation area, whether they were Chinese or foreigners, remained silent and did not dare to look at him.

So as soon as the draws for the fourth game were drawn, either the opponent abstained, or no one was willing to place a bet. Who would want to watch a one-sided game, let alone bet on it.

This is what Tu Qiang cares about most, otherwise where will his 10 million-meter reward be made up?

"President, just now the players in the preparation area made a request. Please install the life and death cage from last time tomorrow."

"Oh? What a good idea!" Tu Qiang's eyes lit up, but he had forgotten about it: "Okay! You can arrange to install it tomorrow."

"Yes, President."

At this time, a big change actually occurred in the arena.

The host was feebly mobilizing the audience to draw lots to decide the opponent for the fourth game, but he drew four times in a row, and every time the people who were drawn abstained. This time, not only the Chinese, but even the foreign masters were willing to give up. 50,000 yuan registration fee, refused to participate in the competition.

As time went by, the audience lost interest and became completely silent. A few hot-tempered but confident ones even started to curse Wutong. He, a host with many years of experience, even tried to comfort him. He thought in his mind whether he was suggesting something. How many groups of singers will the general manager invite to perform on stage during the break tomorrow?

"Oh! It seems that our leader Liang Daxia has something to say again. Staff, please hand over the microphone to Leader Liang."

As soon as the host saw Liang Gong standing up and raising his hands, he wanted to give him a big hug immediately, which was like giving him timely help.

There has been no good news from Tang Qin and Wukong. Liang Gong, who had been listening to the handsome guy's on-the-spot broadcast, was upset and angry. In addition, the flies in the preparation area were buzzing. Liang Daxia, who had originally planned to slap him in the face one after another, couldn't bear it anymore and directly He stood up, took the microphone, and jumped onto the stage.

The forbearance that had been going on for the whole day was like a volcano that could not be channeled. The only thing that showed was that one opponent died more miserably than the other. However, the opponent in the fourth game could not be decided for a long time. Liang, who had been waiting for a long time but no one came up, immediately Bow exploded in anger.

"I said you little bugs, are you done with it? Come up if you want money, get out of here if you don't have the guts!"

Liang Gong pointed condescendingly at the Chinese and foreign masters in the preparation area. Although everyone was angry, they did not dare to speak. At this time, Liang Gong was so angry that no one wanted to go up and let him play with him in vain, like an old lion. The old Jianghu and his like are waiting for the life and death cage to be installed tomorrow before they can teach this idiot a lesson.

"Yes! You useless guys, get out of here." A certain big boss in the audience, wearing a neat suit and a well-dressed man, with his mistress clinging to him, cheered and helped, and everyone around him laughed.

Liang Gong's face sank, he turned his finger to the audience, and said sternly: "Shut up! Who are you?"

As soon as the words came out, the whole audience froze silently, but within ten seconds all the audience burst into laughter...

"Who do you think you are? Get out!"

"Fuck you, Wutong, throw this arrogant guy out."

"Poor guy, if you want money, come and lick my toes!"

Sitting in the stands were all well-known figures from Zhonghai, with hundreds of employees under their control. The man who had been pointed at his nose and yelled something got very angry and immediately started to yell back.

What the hell, they are just monkey tricks. How can you live without the reward from the uncle? You have gained a lot of face after winning two or three games, and you actually dare to yell at the uncle in return.

Liang Gong turned a blind eye, threw away the microphone, raised his spirits and said again with a lion's roar of three successes: "Shut up!"

The effect of a lion's roar in such a closed space can be imagined. It was like thunder hitting everyone's ears, causing ordinary people's blood to surge, their heads to buzz, and everyone to scream! The faint of heart! He was even more frightened that he had a heart attack. He tremblingly reached into his arms to take out medicine and poured it into his mouth.

"They may be able to be commanded by you, but I am not them, so you'd better keep your mouth shut!" Although Liang Gong lost the microphone, he spoke as if he were face to face. Hundreds of people present, regardless of distance, could hear everyone. It's crystal clear.

Perhaps it was because the lion's roar just now was still powerful, but everyone just gasped and looked at him standing in the center of the ring, not daring to say a word.

Nodding with satisfaction, Liang Gong lowered his head again and looked at the surprised future opponents:

"Give you a chance. Aren't there still seven games tonight? Let's solve it all at once. You push seven of yourselves to come up. I'll challenge seven of you by myself. Come up if you feel like it."

The Chinese masters in the preparation area looked at each other in confusion. What do you mean? One of them challenged seven? Is this guy crazy because of his failure?

A bunch of experts from abroad also understood Liang Gong's meaning through the translator. This was a slap in the face by Chi Guoguodi, which immediately aroused public outrage. Everyone yelled at Liang Gong on the stage in their own language.

"Agree with him! If he wins, the 10 million bonus will be shared equally among seven people." Tu Qiang, who was in the box, thought for a while and decisively said to Gao Cheng, who was waiting beside him.

"What?" Gao Cheng was surprised at first, but after thinking about it carefully, the president's decision made sense. Instead of making future games difficult, it would be better to simply shorten it to one. This game has to go on, face is important, and the 10 million-meter five-way

The company can still afford to pay.

As for whether it is fair or unfair, it is not within their scope of consideration. Anyway, this second-rate leader has become an enemy of everyone, and it was his own request.

The host seemed to have received instructions from Gao Cheng, and his voice came from the speaker again:

"Okay! The schedule has been temporarily changed. The audience will draw seven masters to challenge the league leader Liang Gong. If the challenger wins, they will share 10 million yuan. Please help draw seven masters. Betting is now accepted!"

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