The Strongest Man On Earth: Starting From Setting Up A Street Stall

"Little brother, let's do this. You fight with me and I'll give you 10,000 yuan. If I hurt you, I'll pay for the medical expenses."

Yang Dalong made a suggestion that seemed very good.

"I said I'm afraid I'll beat you to death, don't you understand?" Zhao Yan said impatiently.

What's going on with this guy, paying for a beating?

Or is it that he met a professional?

Use 10,000 yuan to seduce him, and then blackmail him.

Yang Dalong's face twitched. Is this kid possessed by a demon?

Are you fooling yourself by practicing these tricks? Do you think you are a martial arts master?

So what if he is a master? He continued to hit him without fail, after all, the previous grandmaster was still in the hospital!

"Let's do this. We can sign a life and death certificate. If I am unfortunately beaten to death by you, you are not responsible."

Little thing, let me see how long you can keep pretending.

If you sign a certificate of life and death, you will be beaten to death by labor and management, and your surname will not be Yang!

"Huh? Can you still sign a life and death certificate? Is it legal?" Zhao Yan looked stunned. This was the first time he had heard of it.

This thing did not exist in the previous life.

It seems that there are many differences between the two worlds.

"Legal! Notarized by the official notary office! Don't worry!" Yang Dalong became impatient.

He couldn't wait to beat this kid.

"Okay, let's go."

Zhao Yan agreed after hearing that it was legal.

Good words can't persuade a damn ghost.

Since it's okay to kill people, then it's really...

Very good!

Next, Yang Dalong took Zhao Yan to the notary office and signed a life and death certificate under the gaze of tens of thousands of viewers in the live broadcast room.

"Fuck, seriously."

"It's over. Such a handsome little brother will never be seen again."

"Anchor, don't beat him to death, I'm attracted to this guy."

"I'm interested in it too, let's go together?"

"..."

Because he signed a life and death certificate, Yang Dalong's live broadcast room was promoted by water friends.

Suddenly it exploded.

In the past, those competitions were all about point and finish, and few people dared to sign life and death certificates.

That means it is legal for others to beat you to death!

Lin's Martial Arts School.

Taking the time to take a look at the number of people in the live broadcast room, Yang Dalong was so happy that he wanted to jump up.

One hundred thousand people? ? ?

How much would it cost to convert this into your own fans?

Thinking of this, Yang Dalong decided to fight this competition well.

"You should strike first. After all, it's a bit of a loss to die without even taking a single move."

Zhao Yan interrupted Yang Dalong's obscenity.

"..."

Damn it, you are pretending to be addicted, right?

The hundreds of thousands of viewers in the live broadcast room were also shocked.

"Good guy, so arrogant?"

"I hope this guy won't beg for mercy later."

"Anchor, fuck him to death!"

"..."

Yang Dalong decided to cripple this kid.

Let him know that there are risks in showing off.

"drink!"

With a loud shout, Yang Dalong's figure was like lightning.

In a few steps, he arrived not far from Zhao Yan, raised his leg and kicked him over.

Taekwondo is basically all about the legs.

This is a trick he has tried repeatedly.

"That's it? Are you going to sign a life and death certificate with me?"

Zhao Yan couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He dodged slightly and easily dodged Yang Dalong's side kick.

Then came a punch.

boom!

Yang Dalong's body hit the wall not far away like a cannonball.

After a slight pause, he slowly slid down from the wall.

Beating someone is like hanging a painting!

When the assistant saw this, his eyes widened and he looked at Yang Dalong who fell to the ground in disbelief.

He quickly ran over and said, "Brother Yang, Brother Yang."

"Stop shouting and call an ambulance. If you're lucky, you can save her."

Shaking his arm, Zhao Yanyun reminded him calmly.

"???"

When the assistant heard this, he felt excited.

With trembling fingers, he slowly approached Yang Dalong's nose.

Snap.

The mobile phone he was holding for live streaming slipped to the ground.

The assistant sat on the ground with a pale face.

He murmured in disbelief, "Dead, dead..."

The audience in the live broadcast room was shocked by the fact that Yang Dalong was knocked away at once, and then the camera went black.

Before they could figure out what happened, they heard "Dead, dead..."

"What's dead? The anchor is dead??"

"Hiss...Isn't it possible? Can you kill someone with one punch?"

"Didn't you see that the anchors were posted on the wall just now?"

“Damn it, you’re so awesome, I’ll give this big guy a thumbs up!”

"Hitting someone is like hanging a painting! This is the real national art!"

"It's fake, it's all fake, it's just a script! Don't believe it!"

"..."

The hundreds of thousands of viewers in the live broadcast room were shocked and incoherent. Those who did not believe in Chinese martial arts before felt slightly shaken in their hearts.

died? Zhao Yan was slightly startled, then relieved.

Also, it is not unusual for him to kill people with the Xingyi Cannon Fist that he uses with 50% of his strength.

Picking up the dropped mobile phone, Zhao Yan saw the questioning barrage at a glance.

He sneered disdainfully, "Whether it's true or not, why don't you try it? By the way, prepare your life and death posture, otherwise I'm afraid I'll beat you to death."

The hundreds of thousands of viewers were immediately excited when they saw Zhao Yan suddenly appearing on the screen.

I was so scared that I didn’t even dare to post barrages.

This is the murderer who just beat someone to death!

Looking at the screen where the barrage suddenly decreased, Zhao Yan looked arrogant and said in an arrogant tone: "I am putting this here today because I want to verify whether the Chinese martial arts is real. Just come to Lin's Martial Arts School to find me. But the Chinese martial arts I practice , only killing, not performing. When you come, be prepared to die."

"My name is Zhao Yan. I keep my word. If I kill you, I won't give you a chance to save you. Finally, with all due respect, apart from Chinese martial arts, other martial arts are rubbish, especially Taekwondo and Karate."

After that, he threw the phone directly to the assistant, "Get out of here quickly, don't be an eyesore here, or you will be beaten next!"

When the assistant who was in despair heard this, he trembled and was so frightened that he quickly stood up, lifted up Yang Dalong and left, not even asking for his cell phone.

The audience in the live broadcast room was numb.

Then, maybe because they were scared and a little angry, they complained in the live broadcast room one after another, and the barrage passed like a waterfall!

"Damn, this kid is so arrogant!"

"Has any boss gone to collect him?"

"Zhao Yan, right? Wait for the labor and management! You dare to hack our Taekwondo!"

"I'm not convinced by karate either. Just wait, Master Lin will kill you sooner or later!"

"..."

Looking at the mobile phone left on the ground, Zhao Yan was speechless.

Why don't you take it away? Isn't it unlucky to leave dead people's things here?

So he picked up the phone again and prepared to hand it to the police uncle.

When the water friends in the live broadcast room saw that the evil star appeared again, they were so frightened that they did not dare to beep again.

The barrage was clear.

Zhao Yan ignored these people, turned off the live broadcast, and put his phone in his pocket.

After the live broadcast ended, the unconvinced water friends uploaded the live broadcast directly to the Internet.

I hope some great god can't stand it and kills this kid.

Some big Vs who were originally questioning the popularity of Chinese martial arts suddenly found that they were @ by many people, so they clicked in to take a look.

Suddenly, they were so frightened that they could no longer hold the keyboard.

Good guys, we are just taking advantage of Grandmaster Ma's hot spot, which is a waste of money.

This group of rebellious fans actually asked them to die!

One punch sent someone flying several meters away and was hanging on the wall. Who the hell did you think this was from a movie!

The timid person quickly deleted the relevant comments and stopped taking advantage of the popularity.

The bolder ones would bite the bullet and retain their previous remarks, preparing to see which direction the wind blows before speaking.