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Luo Wei explained that this arena is mainly a place to train masters. The boxers in the competition can get a lot of bonuses, and if they can win ten consecutive victories, they can directly advance to the top management of the Qinglong Gang.

There are two types of competitions: bare hands fighting and cold weapons. As long as you don’t kill people, there is generally no problem.

The audience is some rich people seeking excitement. What they like most is this kind of scene, which can bet on their favorite boxers and win money according to the odds.

Most of the people who can compete here are kung fu people, such as fighting, martial arts, taekwondo, and karate. However, this is not comparable to the official competitions, free competitions, and any moves can be used. If one side surrenders or loses its combat effectiveness, the game will end.

There were several Qinglong Gang's hands standing next to the ring, all of whom were holding the guys to keep the field from being too passionate during the game and doing something extraordinary.

The edges are surrounded by barbed wire, which is a bit like a scene in dian                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     �

Luo Wei took Jiang Fei directly to a private room with a TV, sand, and red wine and food on the coffee table.

The competition on the arena was broadcasting on TV and live broadcasting. After all, some of the people who came here did not want to be known by others, so they specially set up such private rooms.

Jiang Fei's ears moved, and there were gasping sounds coming from the box next door. The woman's charming screams seemed to be not only watching the competition, but also other events. It is not a good thing to be too good to use for the ears. It is the most deceptive to be able to hear them.

Luo Wei lit a cigarette, gave it to Jiang Fei, then lit a cigarette, and asked, "Brother, I have a master here, it's not ordinary."

He narrowed his eyes and pointed to the screen and said, "Look at how this guy is holding the stick. The new guy has been here recently, and his stick skills are amazing. He has won nine consecutive games. This is his last game."

Jiang Fei looked over and saw two people on the screen, one holding a short knife and the other holding a long stick.

Good, you can actually use a knife to compete. If you don’t pay attention, wouldn’t it be blood splattering on the spot?

The man holding the short knife had a sinister face, with a treacherous look in his eyes, and he looked at his opponent carefully. After all, his opponent was a person who had already won nine consecutive victories.

The man holding the stick opposite was not panicked, with a provocative smile on his face, and was dressed in white clothes and white pants, and was not afraid of being dirty on this ring.

A stick about two meters long in his hand was made of stainless steel and shining silver. It was much taller than his size when he held it in his hand.

Looking at the man holding the stick, Jiang Fei became interested. After all, in the city today, there are probably no people with such long sticks. His weapon is a stick. So it is definitely not people from these gangs, but those people in the world, that is, masters in martial arts.

Originally, Jiang Fei only thought that this kind of thing exists only in martial arts, but after going to Zhaojiabao, the situation changed. After all, even the martial arts families have seen it, so the sects of the martial arts world naturally exist.

The man holding the stick is relatively young, looking younger than Jiang Fei. He has a smile on his lips and stands there coldly, looking at the opposite side jokingly.

His white clothes and white pants, and his long stick, looked quite handsome, which attracted the audience, especially the women, to scream.

"Look, the young guy is here to compete again."

"Come on, Aaron, if you win, I will sleep with you."

Cough cough... Jiang Fei was almost choked to death by listening to the screams coming from TV. The girls who came here to watch the game were too heroic, and they could say such words.

On the TV screen, Aaron, the man with a long stick, had a clear twitching corner of his mouth. It seemed that he was also a little uncomfortable with this enthusiastic fan.

"This man is called Zhao Xianglong, and the stick in his hand is called the Dragon Sword. I heard that it is passed down from family and his martial arts are very good. Empty-handed ǔ                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       

Luo Wei explained that Zhao Xianglong was not from their gang, and he didn't know where it came from. He was very powerful anyway. He won nine games in a row, and the big guys in the gang wanted to recruit him, but this guy was very arrogant, either win him or get out, and there was no third option.

The man who held the short sword on the opposite side was sent by Wang Xiong, the leader of the Huotang Hall in the gang, to fight against Zhao Xianglong. He was named Zhang Shui. He was an awesome person from the Qinglong Gang. He once made many contributions and was regarded as the main combat power of Huotang.

Jiang Fei touched his chin and nodded, as if he was thinking about something.

clang!

At this time, outside the ring, a crisp ringtone came and the game began.

The moment the ringing rang, Zhang Shui quickly approached Zhao Xianglong with a short knife. It seemed that he knew the principle that one inch long and one inch stronger, so he wanted to lean closer. If he was close, then Zhao Xianglong could not sway 20% of his stick skills.

The short knife was shiny with silver light and took it straight towards Zhao Xianglong in front of him, without any restraint. Under the sword light, he swept away from bottom to top. Looking at the point of the knife, he aimed at the opponent's left hand.

Zhao Xianglong held a stick in his right hand, and he took his left hand straight, and it would take some time to react.

Zhang Shui had a wanton smile on his face, thinking that this sneak attack would be successful. The distance between these two meters was not enough for him. The short sword was less than half a meter away from Zhao Xianglong.

Zhao Xianglong still stood there without moving, holding a stick in his right hand. When the short knife came over, he used the stick as a fulcrum to support his body. He rotated 360 degrees, like dancing, and his whole person had already swept into the air.

Bang!

He didn't think about using a stick to block the short knife, but instead kicked it out with the stick. Zhang Shui had already rushed out with all his might. The moment Zhao Xianglong was in the air, his body was stiff and wanted to withdraw. When he was not in a hurry to stop the move, he rushed behind Zhao Xianglong.

Then he felt that someone was kicking his back hard, and he rubbed his whole body and hit the barbed wire with a bang. A short knife cut through the barbed wire, bringing out a series of fire.

When Zhang Shui turned around, the tip of the Dragon Subduing Stick was pointed at his head.

"It's too weak, there's no one to fight."

Zhao Xianglong smiled slightly, waved his right hand suddenly, and the stick hit Zhang Shui's face, causing him to flip the whole person around, then he fell to the ground and blood flowed all over the ground.
Chapter completed!