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Boom!

to the cheers of the audience.

No. 4 received a heavy punch, and his whole body flew backwards, hitting the iron cage hard, and his body slid down weakly.

Blood spurts out.

No. 4 was leaning against the iron cage, his bruised chest rising and falling violently.

The iron cage on the back was divided into thin bloody marks, making the whole word "4" a blur of flesh and blood.

He had been beaten so hard by No. 9 that there was almost no good piece of meat left in his body.

A few ribs may have been broken, and there was even a dent in the abdomen.

But No. 9 didn’t even have a scar on his mountain-like body.

The skin is rough and the flesh is thick.

Although No. 4 is flexible and fast, the strength of his attack is too weak for No. 9.

"No. 9! No. 9!"

"Boxing champion! Immortal boxing champion!"

"kill him!"

"kill him!"

The audience cheered enthusiastically, as if victory was just around the corner.

"Did you see that? Brother, you are going to lose." The middle-aged man laughed, as excited and confident as the other viewers.

"The outcome will not be determined until the last moment." I smiled lightly.

"This is a foregone conclusion. Do you think No. 4 still has the strength to resist?" The middle-aged man didn't take it seriously and joined the cheering team.

No. 9 walked towards the weak No. 4 with a victorious pace.

No. 4 was lying weakly, and when he moved a little, he coughed up a ball of blood.

"Ah."

No. 9 was condescending, looking down at No. 4 coldly.

His eyes were cold.

It's like looking at a dying insect.

"It's almost time to play, it's time to end."

"The boss is still waiting for me to drink a celebratory drink."

No. 9's heavy feet stepped on No. 4's fragile body.

"puff!"

Another ball of blood spurted out, and blood beads splashed all over No. 9's body.

"go to hell!"

No. 9's eyes turned cold, and he raised his big foot and stepped hard on No. 4's neck.

All the spectators stared wide-eyed, afraid of missing this moment of victory.

Boom!

However.

One kick down.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

No. 4, who was so weak that it was difficult to even move, actually supported the iron cage with both hands and pushed hard.

Before No. 9's big foot came down, he pushed himself to the opponent's side.

Then, before anyone could react, he jumped up, threw himself on No. 9's back, and hugged his head.

"kill!"

A beastly roar.

The eyes hidden under the hair were flashing with fierce murderous intent.

Click.

The sound of bones breaking was extremely clear in the quiet arena.

Boom!

No. 9's hill-like body fell heavily to the ground.

His head tilted to one side, his eyes widened.

Never got up again.

No. 4 put his hands on the ground to prevent himself from falling.

The blood in his mouth kept dripping, and blood flowers bloomed one after another on the ground.

"Number 9, get up!"

After the entire audience was incredibly quiet, someone stood up and shouted in disbelief.

"stand up!"

"Get up and beat him to death!"

"Get up quickly!"

Amid the raging cries, No. 4 stood up, covered in blood.

He raised his head, grinned, his teeth were bloody, and smiled victoriously at everyone.

There was an icy silence in the audience.

when!

The bells are ringing.

"The most powerful dark horse in history is born!"

"That's Newcomer No. 4!"

"He broke the undefeated myth of the immortal boxing champion No. 9!"

"Became the well-deserved strongest newcomer king!"

The host came on stage, raised No. 4's bloody fist high, and announced the end of the game.

Colorful ribbons floated down from the air, and enthusiastic music played.

The audience was wailing.

"how so?"

"Why did No. 9 lose?"

"Made! It's no use, it's all that idiot's fault. I lost all my money because of all the fat on my body!"

The audience who once cheered for No. 9 now wish they were the ones to beat No. 9 to death.

No. 9's body was dragged away like a dead dog.

What greeted him were cigarette butts and garbage, as well as the crazy curses of gamblers.

Number 4, sitting on the winner's chair, was carried out covered in blood.

The blood stains in the cage were cleaned.

Enter the bikini girl.

The audience's wails were drowned in the deafening music.

Only a few spectators who had bet on the longshot won, and they cheered with joy and joy.

"We actually lost."

The middle-aged man I was betting with fell down in his seat covered in cold sweat, looking in a trance, as if he was in a dream.

Until now, it is still difficult to accept this fact.

"How did the immortal boxing champion die?"

"All my money is gone."

I looked at him with a smile: "There is no such thing as an invincible myth in this world."

"You win." The middle-aged man raised his head, looked at me blankly for a while, then lowered his head with dejected eyes.

"The bikini is yours, but you have to pay for it yourself."

"I really want to cash in on my bet, but I really have no money."

"I bet all my fortune on No. 9. I thought I could win this time."

"Why?"

The middle-aged man was in agony as his hands were inserted into his greasy hair.

"Brother, victory or defeat is a common thing for a soldier. I'm sorry." I patted his shoulder and consoled him.

"Our bet doesn't matter. I don't care anyway. You don't have to pay for the bikini."

"Thank you, brother, you are such a nice person!" The middle-aged man immediately raised his head and said, as if he was afraid that I would regret it.

"However, you have to do me a favor and call me the most experienced person here, just to offset the bet." I smiled.

The middle-aged man looked at me and stood up.

"All right."

"Remember, it doesn't matter whether you are beautiful or not. The most important thing is that you have stayed in this place for the longest time and are the most familiar with it."

"I can't tell, but your taste is quite special."

The middle-aged man looked at me strangely and left the audience.

I checked the time.

The last game lasted half an hour.

It’s okay, it doesn’t take long.

I heard that there is one last game tonight, and the venue is currently being arranged.

The specific boxer fight is still unknown.

During the intermission, everyone can redeem their bonuses.

Pay ten for one.

I took the ticket and exchanged it for a box full of money, which attracted a lot of people's attention.

There were even girls in bikinis who came over to strike up a conversation.

I refused with a smile, returned to my original position, and waited quietly for the middle-aged man.

Ten minutes passed.

The middle-aged man came back with injuries, but he didn't bring the bikini girl.

"what happened?"

"I don't have a word in my pocket, and I still don't have the money! I thought I could make it back this time, but I borrowed a lot, but I didn't expect to be so unlucky!"

The middle-aged man's face was swollen like a pig's head, his nose was bleeding, and he was beaten badly.

"It's all that damn No. 9's fault!"

It turns out he is a gambler.

In order to make up for the loss, he borrowed a high-interest loan.

"Brother, you knew that No. 4 would win as soon as you came here. Do you know the inside story?" The middle-aged man lowered his voice and asked mysteriously.

"I don't know the inside story, I'm just lucky." I shrugged.

"Luck?" The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment and suddenly grabbed my hand.

"Brother, please help me and let me get a little bit of your good luck!"