Chapter 1082 Chaos

"Do you know who I am?" The Eight-armed God leaned over and said fiercely.

Fangzheng glanced at Eight Arms God and said, "A lost lamb pretending to be a hungry wolf."

"Monk, do you think you have won?" The Eight-armed God sneered, leaned back on the chair, closed his eyes, and said calmly, "Can you stop me once, can you stop me countless times?"

"Monk?"

The eight-armed god who had been playing cool for a long time opened his eyes to look at Fangzheng, but found that this guy was already lying on the armchair with his eyes closed, and he didn't know if he heard what he said.

The eight-armed god suddenly felt powerless and frustrated...

"Eight-armed God, I have also heard about what happened back then. I sympathize with what happened to you." Xiao Xun's grandfather spoke at this time.

Eight-armed god glanced coldly at Xiaoxun's grandfather and said, "What do you know? What you know is what they want you to know. You don't even know what happened to me in those years!"

"They said that you went crazy on the field and killed many people. In the end, you were shot by the security guards and jumped into the sea." Xiao Xun's grandfather said.

"Hehe...do you believe this kind of lie?" Eight Arms God asked.

Xiao Xun's grandfather shook his head and said, "I don't believe it, so I want to ask you what happened that day."

The eight-armed god leaned on the back of the chair, took a deep breath and said, "Forget it, everything is going to end anyway, so let me tell you. I didn't go crazy at all that day, but the other party played tricks and bribed the referee. After I beat the opponent like a dead dog, I still want to count the winning point and want the opponent to win. This is what I heard from the coach during the game. He overheard it..."

"And then?" Xiao Xun's grandfather asked.

"Then? Then I didn't give them a chance to win...I wanted to make the other party look good and give him a chance to survive. Since the other party is so insidious, why should I be polite? One second five! I hit The opponent punched three times, the opponent's jaw was shattered, and he was lying on the ground in shock. A perfect KO!" The eight-armed god's eyes were blurred, as if he had returned to the arena that changed his life's destiny.

"You won?" Xiao Xun's grandfather asked.

"I won, but what's the use? The other party said that I killed someone. I killed another opponent on the field, that trash called the Tiger of South Asia! Then they called a group of so-called policemen, but those policemen Not even a police badge. I know, something is wrong.

In order to cover me, the coaches rushed forward to block the policemen, and I ran away. Later I heard that they were all dead..." At this point, the eight-armed god couldn't stop the tears from streaming down his face.

"I've heard that too, but their version is that you went crazy and killed the referee and opponent, and your coach went up to stop you, but you killed him together." Xiao Xun's grandfather said.

"Hehe...that's ridiculous! My coach is my father! My coaching staff are my younger brothers! Will I kill my father and my younger brother?" Speaking of this, Eight Arms God's eyes were red, as if To bleed!

At that moment, he stopped talking, leaned back on the chair, tears flowed down silently, his eyes became more and more blurred, as if he had returned to that dark and bloody moment! At the same time, he faintly recounted the experience of that day... as if he was making the last narration of his life.

No one saw it, the eyes of the monk next to him flashed and he closed his eyes.

boom!

Fangzheng only felt that the quiet atmosphere around him was shattered by a burst of noise and roaring!

Instead, there was an atmosphere filled with passion, madness, and rage, as if the air smelled of gunpowder and was about to explode at any time! Fangzheng looked carefully, and he suddenly appeared at the scene of a fighting competition! There is a fighting platform in the middle, and there are rows of seats all around, but no one is sitting on it, they are all roaring at the top of their lungs!

As for what they were yelling at, probably only they knew about it, the scene was too chaotic, with waves of noise after waves, it was extremely noisy!

This made Fang Zheng, who was used to the tranquility, a little uncomfortable. He shook his head and turned his gaze to the ring.

Just as soon as the referee started speaking, the eight-armed god here was obviously much younger and more handsome, and the eight-armed god with eyes like a hungry wolf rushed forward with a vigorous step, and punched out like a steel cannon!

The other party seemed to be in a bad state, with a bruised nose, swollen face, swollen eyes, and weak arms. He was directly blasted by a punch, and the second punch hit him in the face. The opponent's head subconsciously went up, and the eight-armed god followed up with an uppercut. It hit the opponent's chin heavily, and the opponent fell into the air and fell to the ground! My whole body convulsed on the spot, and I couldn't get up.

The referee quickly grabbed Eight Arms God, and at the same time, the opponent's coach rushed forward with a loud roar.

Fangzheng walked over, and vaguely heard someone shouting in YN language: "Wake up! Master, wake up!"

Then a person roared: "Find the best doctor, no matter what, we must save the young master! Grab Bassong! Dare to win this game, does he want to die?"

While speaking, a group of people rushed towards the eight-armed god, and the coaching team on the eight-armed god also ran up to confront each other. The two sides kept arguing, while not allowing Basong to leave, while shouting that this is a competition!

"Competition? Do you think this is an international competition? This is a private competition sponsored by our company! This is an underground boxing match! If you don't follow our rules, it's a foul! Shit victory, shit bonus! None of you are allowed to leave! "The man in the suit who gave the order to arrest people stood up suddenly, pointed at the eight-armed god and said fiercely.

"Mr. Ruan, we were invited to participate in the competition. The boxing field has no eyes, and life and death are up to the sky. How can you play tricks just because one of your people died?" said the father of the eight-armed god.

"The life and death of shit is up to God, you are here to lose, not to win! It is enough to finish the game obediently and go back! But you actually won! Do you know who your opponent is? Tiger of Southeast Asia, the nephew of our big boss! You are finished, no one wants to leave!" the man said angrily.

"This is a society ruled by law. With so many viewers here, do you think you can cover the sky with one hand?" Eight-armed god said angrily.

"Audience? The audience is just a fool! I won't touch you, the police will touch you!" After finishing speaking, the man waved his hand, and a group of people in police uniforms rushed over from a distance. Eight Arms God saw that these people were wearing Obviously they are all imitation police uniforms, they are all fake police officers! But the audience couldn't tell the truth from the fake, because the scene was so chaotic! It seemed that someone was dead again, and it was no surprise that the police came.

"Run!" At this time, the father of the eight-armed god shouted. He already understood that this was a black fist. If none of them could escape, once they were all caught, they would really be ravaged by others. As for what to say to the outside world, didn't the other party just say it casually?