Chapter 316 Dare to Bet but Not Dare to Bet

Yu Yue nodded secretly. The stage fee, commission from gambling money, injury medicine fees, and supplies for the disabled. Earning four shares of money from a competition is okay.

At this moment, someone else came on stage.

But they saw a short and dark man step out from the crowd, take a few steps, jump suddenly, fly several meters like a spring, land on the ring, stare at the girl, his eyes flashed with sharp light.

Lu Meng came to charge the fee and asked, "Brother, may I ask your name and where you come from?"

The man didn't look like a native of the Crocodile Kingdom, but rather seemed to be from Southeast Asia.

I just heard him say in a strange accent: "Siam, Basong."

There was some discussion in the audience, and it was obvious that some martial arts experts recognized him.

Although Basong is young, he has been famous in Southeast Asia for ten years. He came from a black boxing background and is known as the "Eight-Armed Arhat" in the world.

Speaking of the word Arhat, it is not something you can call casually in Southeast Asia. Southeast Asia respects Hinayana Buddhism, and the highest level of Hinayana Buddhism is to cultivate to the state of Arhat.

Therefore, giving you the title of "Arhat" is equivalent to China saying that so-and-so became a Buddha and becoming an ancestor, and Ouzhou Meiguo saying that so-and-so is the reincarnation of the Son of God, which is a very high honor.

This Basong is a famous boxer who has fought in no less than a thousand competitions, large and small. There is no reason to go to Crocodile Country to compete in such a small arena of "fighting to attract a bride".

In fact, he was not fighting for himself.

He was acting as a bodyguard to protect a wealthy man visiting the Troll Market in Crocodile Country.

And just now, the rich man asked him to go on stage to compete, saying that he would be rewarded 400,000 yuan if he won.

It means, I will give you 400,000 yuan, and you go and win that girl on stage for me.

At this time, the "Eight-Armed Arhat" Basson stood on the ring, looked back, and saw the big, round, wealthy boss in the crowd nodded to him, with an expectant smile on his fat face.

"please!"

Basong bowed, clasped his hands together, and blasted out his body like a cannonball, punching the girl opposite him directly.

His punch was unexpected, even a little mean, and he used his waist and abdomen to exert force. It was extremely fast and powerful, and made a shrill tearing sound in the air.

The power of just one punch made everyone in the audience change their minds.

The girl was worthy of being a master of magic and the master of the magic palace. Her face darkened and she pushed out with her hands, as if they were sealed.

But Nabasong is obviously a good Muay Thai fighter. If he doesn't make any impact with one punch, the next punch will come.

Then came the attack of elbows and knees, like a violent wind and rain.

The little palace master Lu Ping'er seemed to be a little overwhelmed, and she fell into a situation of being beaten if she missed a move. One step is slow, each step is slow.

"That little black man is so awesome! Is that little girl going to lose?" Ekaterina exclaimed in a low voice.

Chen Wulong narrowed his eyes and said while watching the fight on the stage: "That is indeed a powerful Muay Thai master. Some people practice ancient Muay Thai secrets. They often wear ropes to beat rocks and trees when they were young, and beat their own The bones are broken and healed over and over again, and then he develops a pair of iron fists, iron elbows, iron knees, and unparalleled powerful body functions. It is very terrifying to fight. Moreover, he has been practicing like this since he was a child. You can imagine how deep his heart is. ruthless……"

If this is true for oneself, what will happen to others?

Chen Wulong comes from a martial arts family and has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. He has some knowledge of ancient Muay Thai and other anecdotes, so he would like to show off his knowledge to his girlfriend.

Yekaterina was so surprised that her mouth opened wide: "God, there are such terrifying people in the world..."

Chen Wulong was very satisfied with her reaction and firmly concluded: "That girl will definitely lose!"

Jiang Rou looked at Yu Yue and confirmed with him.

Yu Yue said: "The man will lose."

Chen Wulong wanted to show off, but Yu Yue tried to disrupt the situation and said unhappily: "Mr. Yu, do you want us to play a game? I'll bet 100,000 on that little black man to win!"

Ekaterina pulled his clothes and persuaded: "Aaron, I... we have no money..."

Chen Wulong patted the back of his girlfriend's fair hand and said with a smile, "That's why I have to find a way to make a fortune from him."

After saying that, he looked at Yu Yue sideways, quite provocatively.

How about it, do you dare to gamble or not?

Yu Yue nodded and said: "Since you want to bet, then I will accompany you - with 100,000, I will bet on the girl to win."

Chen Wulong laughed, as if he had seen himself making money from Yu Yue.

On the stage, Lu Ping'er felt that the opponent's fists and kicks were incredibly heavy. Each blow seemed to carry tremendous force, far exceeding that of ordinary warriors. Her arms were shaken to the point of numbness. She knew that she was encountering a real person. He is a master of Muay Thai, and he is a master of practicing ancient Muay Thai!

The audience was completely silent as they watched the girl who had just defeated two people in a row by herself being suppressed and "beaten" by the little Siamese black man.

Everyone just felt that the little black man's attacks were fast and hard. His fists, feet, elbows, and knees were all as fast as lightning. His offensive was like a rainstorm, like a tide, like mercury pouring down the ground, as if he had eight arms attacking at the same time.

He is worthy of the title of "Eight-Armed Arhat".

Everyone in the audience had different expressions.

Some warriors had pale faces. They felt that Basong's fists and kicks were too strong. If they put themselves in Lu Ping'er's shoes, they felt that they couldn't hold on for so long and would have been beaten to death long ago.

Basson's employer, the wealthy boss, was all smiles, as if he had seen his boxer win the ring competition and win back a beautiful and lovely lover for him. He had even begun to imagine that he had brought that beautiful and lovely lover back to him. The young lover takes the big bed of a mansion and strips off her naked body, presses her under her body, and ravages her to her heart’s content.

Chen Wulong is very happy. Mr. Yu has been making money from him these days, and today he will be able to make money from Mr. Yu soon...

However, the next moment, everyone's expressions changed to a certain extent.

Especially Chen Wulong and the rich man.

The "Eight-Armed Arhat" was really terrifying. He threw thirteen punches, eight kicks, five elbows, and six knees in one breath. Finally, he flew up and slammed his knee into Lu Ping'er's heart!

This move is extremely cruel, and the person who hits it will be seriously injured even if it is not dead.

Lu Ping'er felt that she was almost done with her performance, so she immediately raised a pair of soft and boneless jade hands, like a supreme dance, with her left hand fluttering like a butterfly, and her right hand wagging its tail like a fish.

For a moment, Basong felt that everything in his body had changed before and after, left, right, up and down. He seemed to have fallen into a strange field, like falling into five miles of fog, like falling into three thousand weak waters, sinking infinitely.

He only felt as if his fists and feet were covered with thick mud, and his elbows and knees seemed to hit on thick cotton, without any force.

He wanted to break out, but he couldn't. He was covered in mud and water, and it was difficult to turn around.

To others, Basson's movements suddenly slowed down, like slow motion in a movie.

Lu Ping'er flashed behind her opponent like lightning and struck her behind with three palms in a row!

Bang, bang, bang!

Basong threw himself down from the ring, spit out a mouthful of blood, and could no longer stand up.

The situation reversed too quickly. The color on the rich man's fat face suddenly changed, and Chen Wulong became even more miserable...