Star Coach

Countless spectators surrounded the iron cage crazily, shouting, whistling, dancing and having fun together.

Money, lust, hypocrisy, greed

Hypocrisy, deception, loneliness, perversion

Jealousy, leads, sincerity, hate

My God, it's all on earth, looking down at hell, climbing up to heaven, and still on earth.

Fight! Fight! Fight! Kill! Kill! Kill!

Shouts and screams seemed to be frozen in an instant, the picture was blurred, and it made people crazy. The center of all the vortexes was the iron cage battle.

In the iron cage, Jiangshan and Vieira stood breathlessly, and the game began.

Before Bafair's voice fell, Vieira had already made a move, with a fierce punch, very fast movements, snapping and powerful.

Jiangshan did not block or fight back, but retreated, and kept retreating. As soon as Jiangshan retreated, Vieira immediately came in, bullied him, and his movements were endless.

Fans all over the world were excited. It was so exciting at the beginning, and it would definitely be better later, especially Arsenal fans, who were honored to see their star perform wildly.

"Vieira is so fierce. If he participates in a boxing match, he will probably win the gold belt."

"He is worthy of being the first warrior in the Premier League. Jiangshan can't stand it."

"I have seen the end of Jiangshan. Can he last until the end of the third round?"

The fans at the scene were even more excited. They knew that Vieira had a great chance and Jiangshan couldn't even find a chance to fight back. They bet on Vieira and they were going to make a fortune this time.

Walker and Albert were sweating, nervous, and trembling in their palms. "Jiangshan, come on! Whether I will eat or drink porridge in the second half of my life depends on this time."

"Don't get hurt, don't get hurt," Albert's idea was simpler. As long as Jiangshan was not injured, everything would be easy.

Vieira roared and continued to move forward. He forced Jiangshan to a corner of the iron cage and forced Jiangshan to take action.

"I said I would make the game boring."

Vieira was very cautious and didn't dare to approach directly. He didn't believe that Jiangshan had no ability to fight back. Maybe this guy was deliberately delaying time.

"No matter what, I want to get the first blood." Vieira stepped back and suddenly stepped forward. His fists were more fierce, carrying airflow and sweeping over.

Jiangshan had his back against the iron cage and had no way to avoid it. Would he fight hard?

He was not a fool. Vieira's fists were also very hard. If they fought hard, both of them would get hurt. Jiangshan had already observed it. He leaned back, pointed his toes, grabbed the iron rod with his palm, jumped up, and jumped over.

The fans at the scene only saw Jiangshan like he had wings. They didn't see how he used the force to fly out from the corner of the iron cage, turn in the air, and hover. It was really super difficult.

Buffel didn't know how to comment. Looking at Jiangshan's movements, he was Spartan. He had been commenting on the game for decades, and this was the first time he saw such a move.

"Oh my God, this is Chinese Kung Fu, Kung Fu, magical Kung Fu." He was as crazy as the fans.

Jiangshan landed and faced Vieira. Vieira instinctively felt bad, his back felt cold, and he wanted to turn around, but it was too late.

He only felt a numbness on the back of his head, numb, refreshing, and a little powerful. That feeling should be Jiangshan's fist.

That's right, Jiangshan finally made a move and punched out, just one punch.

One punch to defeat the enemy.

Vieira grinned and fell straight down, feeling a little sore and numb, and couldn't get up. Really couldn't get up.

A little dizzy, a little numb, looking at the lights above the iron cage, neon flashing, beautiful, quiet. In Vieira's feeling, everything was quiet, a very comfortable feeling, just right for sleeping.

"Mom, I'm back." Vieira closed his eyes and seemed to see Baffield's fingers.

"1, 2, 3..."

"7, 8, 9..."

After Jiangshan threw a punch, he did not continue to attack. Instead, he turned his back to Vieira and put his hands behind his back, the style of a master of a generation.

Although Vieira's movements were fierce, he was not a professional player after all, and there were too many flaws. Jiangshan would not give him a reason to continue fighting if he caught the opportunity.

The countdown was over, but Vieira still didn't get up. There was a happy smile on his lips. Was he asleep or fainted?

After a short while, Bafel finally reacted, "TKO, TKO, TKO..."

"Jiangshan, win the game."

One side was knocked out, the game could not continue, and Vieira automatically lost the game. Jiangshan won with one punch.

Bafel grabbed Jiangshan's palm, "Tonight's champion, Jiangshan."

The fans couldn't react all the time. The initial excitement, and then why was it gone? After Jiangshan took off, Vieira fell down. What happened?

Look at the time, the official game time is less than 30 seconds.

Not to mention the short time, Vieira attacked for a while, didn't hit anyone, and then fell down, easily and carefreely.

Damn, the game is really boring.

Vieira's words floated out again: I will make the game boring.

It's really boring! What kind of match is this? We spent a thousand dollars on tickets, and the fight lasted less than 30 seconds?

The Sky Sports broadcaster didn't react either. What happened? Vieira said he would fall down?

Jiangshan put his hands behind his back, walked out of the iron cage, and then raised his hands to celebrate his victory. Friends who bet, congratulations.

Walker and Albert looked at the arena and said in a daze, "Just like that, it's over?"

"It seems so."

Vieira was still lying there, without any reaction. Was he dead? Under the command of Baffield, the doctor rushed to the field, opened his eyelids, and pulled his tongue. He was sure that he was not dead, but just fainted.

Fainting, no danger to life, no wounds, no worry about disfigurement.

Albert looked at Jiangshan calmly, "No wonder Jiangshan said that the time of the float ceremony does not need to be changed. He has long been sure of winning. Fortunately, I boldly spent money, otherwise I would not have money to buy him a gift."

"Jiangshan made me win a lot of money and helped the team win the Champions League. I am going to give him a big gift. Hehe..." Albert said excitedly.

Walker looked at Jiangshan and was overjoyed, "Fortunately, I listened to Jiangshan and spent all my wealth. I made a fortune this time, I made a fortune."

Not only him, but also Alijie, Samantha and others raised a lot of money to throw into the prize pool, and they all made a lot of money.

The iron cage battle came to an inexplicable end. Buffell felt that the appearance fee of 100,000 US dollars for one minute was too easy to earn, and he interacted with the audience for one more minute.

Vieira finally woke up, "What's going on? Is it the second round? Let's do it again."

The audience at the scene was not happy. Damn, we support you. You lost your pants and fell asleep. You don't know anything. Shame! The abuse sounded, and finally, Vieira's face changed.

He didn't know how he was killed by Jiangshan, "He said I would lose, and I really lost."

Vieira stood up and rushed to Jiangshan, "Jiangshan, I..."

"What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas." Jiangshan said calmly, put on his cloak, and left quickly.

One million US dollars, plus Sky Sports' share, secretly bet, and made millions of US dollars today, which is more than the bonus of the Champions League champion.

Walker hugged Jiangshan, wanting to kiss him sweetly, but Jiangshan quickly pushed him away, "I have a date tonight, don't follow me."

"What did you say to Vieira just now?" Walker insisted.

"American proverb." What happened in Las Vegas should stay in Las Vegas, and don't talk about it after you leave Las Vegas.