Chapter 6 Unlimited Fighting
"Oh my god..." The fox spirit groaned for a long time, covered his cheeks and kept complaining to himself: "Stupid little white mouse..."
Seeing the fight start in the boxing ring, all the mercenaries in the hall dropped what they were holding and rushed over to watch the fun.
"Omo, beat this Chinese boy down in one second!"
"Idiot, why did the captain get a Chinese? He's courting death!"
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"Let the gambling begin!" Amid the laughter of the onlookers, Blade's loud voice rang out: "Anyone want to gamble? Anyone?"
"You little brat gambler from Las Vegas, do you still need to gamble?" Swart said to Blade with a disdainful look on his face, glancing at Zhao Ziyang with contempt.
The situation was clear. How could a picked-up kid possibly beat Omo? Apart from anything else, Omo's body pressure, which was comparable to that of a polar bear, could crush him to death. There was no suspense in this duel.
"Oh?" Blade's eyes lit up, and a thick smile hung on his face. He took out his checkbook from his pocket, wrote down an astronomical figure on it, waved it in front of Swart, and said with great confidence: "Swart, I bet that the special forces will win. Do you dare to take a chance?"
Faced with Blade, whose brain was almost broken, Swart took out his checkbook without thinking and wrote the same amount as Blade's, indicating that he was betting with Blade.
"Hehehe, is there anyone else coming? Is there anyone else coming?" Daofeng was excited. He seemed to see large sums of US dollars going into his pocket, and he couldn't stop it.
"I bet Omo can knock this Chinese guy down with one punch." Mandala smiled and threw a ring on his hand onto the table brought by Blade. He said to Zhao Ziyang who was confronting Omo on the boxing ring: "Hey, handsome guy, you must be knocked down by Omo with one punch."
Zhao Ziyang, who was standing on the boxing ring and confronting Omo, didn't hear these words at all. He was in a fighting state, staring at his opponent in front of him.
The Omo in front of him was simply a terrifying monster. One of his arms was as thick as his thigh, and his swollen muscles made people think of ferocious dinosaurs.
Compared to the opponent, he seemed like a skinny kid with almost no chance of winning. And it has been verified that his punches and kicks have no effect on this Russian savage dog.
"Ga gaga gaga..." The shirtless Omo let out a strange cry, took a deep breath to let his muscles expand to the maximum, revealing his thick muscle fibers in front of everyone.
Watching the performance of the two people on the boxing ring, Linghu hesitated for a long time, then quickly took out a handful of US dollars and threw it on Daofeng's table. He said to Zhao Ziyang very embarrassedly: "Special Forces, it's not that I don't stand on your side, but it's very difficult for me to make money. Do you understand?"
"Hahaha..." Daofeng laughed loudly and whispered to Linghu, "You will regret not betting on the special forces soldier. He knows Chinese Kung Fu."
Staring at Daofeng with a pair of beautiful eyes, the fox spirit looked at Daofeng for a long time, then shook her head gently and walked away, leaving Daofeng confused.
"Blade, help me get a draw between the two of them." Seth's voice came from the loudspeaker.
"Draw?" Blade was stunned.
"Draw! Doesn't the great Las Vegas God of Gamblers dare to accept the bet?" Seth made a teasing voice.
"Haha, is there any bet that I, the young gambling god of Las Vegas, dare not accept?" Blade laughed and accepted Seth's bet happily.
At this moment, Daofeng was so happy that he knew he would win for sure. Special forces soldiers know Chinese Kung Fu, so how could they lose?
In the far corner of the hall, there stood a beautiful woman in a lavender dress: her elegant swan-like slender neck was graceful and charming, her straight nose was decorated with rosy lips, and her plump oval cheeks revealed a trace of inexplicable tranquility. Her long eyelashes were slightly curled upwards, trembling slightly with the movement of her eyelids, especially her pair of blue eyes as pure as the Danube, which were like stars with a crystal luster, flashing with her serious movements, emitting a bit of brilliant brilliance, making people instantly lost in them.
Her face was covered with a layer of frost that had not melted for thousands of years, and she watched the fight between the two people in the boxing ring quietly.
"Remember, this is an unlimited-level fight." Blade rushed onto the ring and said loudly to the two men, "The rules are... no rules. Start!"
After explaining the rules, Blade quickly jumped under the ring, waving his arms and shouting excitedly: "Special Forces, defeat the big stupid bear Omo, Chinese Kung Fu, woooo..."
At this time, Zhao Ziyang made a move: he slowly stretched out his hand and raised his middle finger towards Omo, returning this insulting gesture to the other party. His eyes were full of arrogance, and he didn't take Omo seriously at all.
This is a strategy, strategic contempt and tactical respect. He has to irritate Omo, otherwise he will have no chance to take advantage.
"Hiss..." There was a gasp from the audience. They seemed to see this Chinese boy dying on the ring.
"Roar!" Omo was obviously angered by Zhao Ziyang's actions, and let out a beast-like roar towards the sky.
Just as his head was raised, Zhao Ziyang's body rushed forward with a bang , and his strength and speed were brought to the extreme. In front of a strong opponent, he would not wait for the opponent to attack first, but must take the initiative to attack.
Facing Zhao Ziyang's attack, Omo's face was full of disdain. He puffed out his chest and took Zhao Ziyang's unyielding blow.
"boom!"
Omo did not dodge and was hit hard in the chest by Zhao Ziyang, making a dull sound.
There was an immediate burst of laughter from the audience, because Omo's body didn't even shake, as if the punch was just a tickle from Zhao Ziyang.
"Whoosh..." A sudden sound of breaking wind was heard, and Omo stretched out an arm and slapped Zhao Ziyang hard in the face with his backhand.
"Bang", a muffled sound was heard, and Zhao Ziyang's body flew up under Omo's casual pull. After spitting out a mouthful of blood in the air, he fell heavily on the edge of the boxing ring.
"Oh, no..." Seeing Zhao Ziyang 's blade being knocked away by Omo's punch, he covered his face and made a miserable sound of pain.
He knew too well about Omo's power. Even if this special forces soldier had Chinese Kung Fu, he couldn't withstand Omo's punch. He was dead, he was dead, damn special forces soldier, where is your Chinese Kung Fu?
His body twitched under the violent blows. Zhao Ziyang, lying on the ring, could not hear anything except the ringing in his ears. He tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids were surprisingly heavy. A burning pain came from his right cheek, as if all the bones in his face were shattered by Omo's punch. There was a warm and slippery feeling between his mouth and nose, and blood was flowing out.
But his brain was extremely clear, but his brain could no longer control his limbs, so he was unable to turn over and get up.
“Hahahaha…pay up, pay up!”
Swart happily tried to grab the check, but Mandala put on the ring he had bet on on his hand, and then stretched out this hand towards Blade.
"Hehe..." Linghu unceremoniously took the money on the table and took out Daofeng's pocket.
"Hey, hey, hey, wait, wait, the game isn't over yet, you can't act like robbers!" Daofeng was anxious. He forcefully pulled Linghu's hand out of his pocket and rushed to Zhao Ziyang's side at the edge of the ring.
"Hehehe, special forces, you can't just lose like this. Where's your Chinese Kung Fu? Hurry up and get up and use your Chinese Kung Fu to defeat Omo. You have to stand up like a man. Quick, stand up and defeat Omo the big stupid bear and let him know how powerful Chinese Kung Fu is!" Daofeng was anxious and kept shouting into Zhao Ziyang's ear.
He was betting on an upset. The Chinese kid couldn't lose. If he lost, he would really lose big!
"Uh..." A groan came out of Zhao Ziyang's mouth, and he finally opened his eyes with difficulty.
He just opened his eyes and immediately closed them again. The severe injuries on his face made him dizzy when he saw the light...
Zhao Ziyang knew that he and his opponent were simply not on the same level. One punch almost took away half his life. It was conceivable how powerful his opponent was.
But he had to get up. He had to get up. This was the world of mercenaries, the world of the strong. The weak could not survive here. If he wanted to be accepted and integrated, he had to fight.
With a bang, Zhao Ziyang suddenly turned over and jumped up. He stood up while swaying. He reached out and wiped the blood from his mouth and nose. He grinned at Omo and said incoherently: "Are you still sucking? Is that all your strength?"
"You're asking for trouble." Swart glanced at Zhao Ziyang and hummed.
The narrator said that the mercenaries also looked down on Zhao Ziyang. The outcome was obviously decided. He could not be a match for Omo.
"Hey, man, you have to knock that bastard Omo to the ground, otherwise I will really lose a lot of money." Dao Feng said to Zhao Ziyang with a pleading look: "Hurry up and use your Chinese Kung Fu, otherwise you can't beat Omo."
Zhao Ziyang shook his head vigorously to get rid of the dizziness, then turned to Dao Feng and asked, "What is his weakness?"
Blade, who was asked, shrugged his shoulders and frowned, and said, "Oh, sorry, his weakness is that he has no weakness."
"I understand." Zhao Ziyang nodded, spat out a mouthful of blood, turned around and stood facing Omo.
He carefully looked at Omo again and found that just as Blade said, the Russian bear opposite him really had no weaknesses. All his vulnerable parts were covered with strong muscles, and even the muscles at the bottom of his ribs were striped. It was simply a pipe dream to knock him down with force.
The opponent is an absolute power player, and it is definitely not a good idea to use your own weakness to attack his strength.
“Hahahaha…” Omo laughed loudly, his Adam’s apple moving up and down. He said to Zhao Ziyang with disdain, “Boy, I showed mercy just now, otherwise your facial bones would have been broken by my punch. Hahahaha, as long as you crawl through my crotch, you won’t have to get beaten, hahahahaha…”
Zhao Ziyang did not have any emotional fluctuations, his eyes were fixed on Omo's constantly moving throat: It is impossible for people to be without weaknesses, it's just a matter of whether they have discovered them or not.
"I'll knock you down in three moves!" Zhao Ziyang said in a contemptuous voice and stretched out three fingers towards Omo.
The mercenaries in the audience laughed when they heard this. They didn't believe what Zhao Ziyang said at all. Self-confidence is good, but blind self-confidence is arrogance and will only make people laugh.
Amid the mercenaries' contemptuous laughter, Zhao Ziyang's body rushed towards Omo like lightning. He was like an agile cheetah, full of speed and explosive power.
"Roar!" Omo roared and swung his fist at Zhao Ziyang without retreating or giving in.
The jealous fist drew a perfect arc in the air and fiercely stabbed towards Zhao Ziyang's chest. The whistling sound of the fist breaking through the air made everyone feel the horror of this punch.
Staring at the opponent's fist attacking him, Zhao Ziyang licked his lips hard and continued to rush forward.
"Oh my God, my little white mouse!" The fox spirit cried out in pain and covered his eyes, not daring to look at how Zhao Ziyang's sternum was smashed by Omo.
Everyone could have expected the scene of Zhao Ziyang being knocked away by Omo's punch, and the mercenaries had already shown expressions of seeing the result. But this expression only flashed on their faces, and surprise surged in an instant.
Zhao Ziyang rushed towards Omo, and at the moment when the opponent's fist hit his chest, he strangely turned clockwise and moved behind Omo nimbly. He put his hands on Omo's shoulders, rushed forward, knelt on Omo's shoulders, and clamped his head with his legs.
"Roar!"
A violent roar came out of Zhao Ziyang's mouth. He twisted his waist desperately, and using the strength of his waist, he used his legs to twist Omo's neck fiercely, trying to break Omo's neck.
The shocked mercenaries in the audience were no longer able to stop this unlimited-level fight. Besides, they had no right to stop it. Unlimited level meant losing control of life and death!
