I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 138 Boxing Championship

It didn't take long for Bruce to see Harry again.

She has grown taller, her appearance has not changed much, but her temperament is almost two people.

It's not that she has become crazier and more evil based on her deeds, but a kind of self-confidence, high spirits and sharpness that Bruce envied.

She is like a sharp blade that finds the right direction, can cut through all obstacles in front of her, and then cut off her target.

When he was in school before, he was far more confused about the future than she was.

Now he is even more confused, but she seems to never get lost.

The two didn't communicate for too long, because the boxing match was about to start.

She took him and Selena into her own private room, accompanied by an old man, and four gunmen in bulletproof vests and helmets stood guard outside the door.

"Master Wayne, the show is about to begin, do you want to take a small gamble?" Gibbs smiled flatteringly, and his voice was as soft as honey.

Bruce didn't like it a little, but he was very used to being treated like this.

"I came out in a hurry and didn't bring any money with me." As he spoke, Bruce turned to the kitten, "We brought some gold pens and gold jewelry, can we sell them here?"

The kitten reached into his pocket and took a handful.

There are fountain pens, brooches set with precious stones, pearl necklaces, and finely carved bracelets.

Thinking that Gibbs is also Harry's confidant, the kitten said directly: "A killer sneaked into Wayne Manor. When Bruce and I left, we only brought some jewelry and no cash."

The young master has never seen much cash in his life, because he doesn't need it at all.

He didn't even pay the bill himself a few times.

"All the dealers in Gotham are Fish's younger brother, but there is a credit rating here. Anyone with a little reputation in Gotham can keep accounts here.

Monthly payment, quarterly payment, and year-end summary are all acceptable, but interest will be charged after a long time. "

Hearing what the old man said, Bruce felt confident.

"Please help me introduce your fighting mode."

The old man said slowly: "There are hundreds of underground boxing rings in Gotham, and the smallest one is a small underground bar and a boxing ring.

There are not many boxing rings that BOSS directly controls, [-], but all the boxing rings in Gotham have signed an agreement with us - they cannot prevent their fighters from participating in our games.

Master Wayne can imagine how chaotic the game would be if there were no classification.

Currently there are only four levels, ordinary level, elite level, beast level, boxing champion level.

Today's Wang Zhongwang is the boxing champion.

There is only one mode for boxing champions, the boss defends the ring alone and challenges all competitors.

She is the champion of boxing, and whoever defeats her is the 'king of kings'.

In this way, the boxing championship level competition is also called the "King of Kings Competition".

Guests can buy wins or losses, or bet on how long the boxer can last under the BOSS, or how many punches he can resist. "

Bruce was stunned, and said: "I was at the ticket office earlier, and I only stayed for more than a quarter of an hour. Not counting the customers who bought the tickets, I saw more than a dozen boxers looking for Ivy to register. Can Harley handle it?"

"Boss is known as 'Gotham Boxing Champion', do you think he is self-appointed?" the old man said proudly.

Uh, in fact, it is really self-proclaimed.

Harley needs experience points, experience = malicious * attack
The more reputable the name, such as the number one in the world and boxing champion, the more they can provoke the masters and irritate the opponents.

Attack and malice, don't they just come up?
It's just that Harley holds the King of Kings Competition every three to five times - harvesting a wave of leeks. In the past two months, it has been held more than ten times.

In more than ten competitions, Harley has defeated hundreds of top boxers and has never lost.

Naturally, no one doubted her title of "Gotham Boxing Champion".

Suddenly, the light above the central ring was turned on, and the white light was dazzling, followed by deafening cheers.

"Harley the boxer, Harley the boxer!"

"Invincible boxing champion, long live Harley!"

"Omega, Harley, Harley—"

"It's about to start." Old Gibbs reminded.

Bruce looked around, the upper and lower stands were almost packed with people, the total number of people added up to more than five hundred.

In the center of the fighting arena, Harley is dressed in a black kung fu suit, her colorful hair is tied into double ponytails, her fists are wearing boxing gloves, and she has no shoes on her feet, only a pair of white cotton socks.

A microphone slowly fell from above. She waved her hand first to silence the scene, and then said into the microphone: "This is the 14th Gotham Boxing Championship, just like the previous [-]th. Whoever beats me will win the battle." It is the king of kings.

Not only can he get the title of "Gotham's No. [-] Boxing Champion", but also a generous bonus.

From the $10 in the first competition to the present, the prize pool has accumulated to 140 million.

In addition, the new boxing champion can also get half of the gross ticket revenue tonight and 150% of the gambling profits, with a total amount of more than [-] million dollars.

Fame and fortune are here, trash, come and challenge me! "

Before the words were finished, a tempered glass box with a side length of one meter and a height of two meters hung down from the roof. Inside was a neatly stacked Franklin, and the audience cheered wildly and whistled again.

Bruce muttered, "Half of the ticket revenue, [-]% of the profit from spinach, and only $[-]?

You make such a big noise, and the revenue is only [-] yuan a night, isn't it a bit low?After all, the site, labor, water and electricity are not counted. "

Old Gibbs was speechless: "Is this very little? Even after deducting costs, government and government taxes, and the Falcone family tax, the net profit of tens of millions of dollars per year is more than half of Gotham's listed companies."

"Are you sure?" Bruce was a little skeptical, "The king of kings is not held every day, and ordinary events are definitely not as popular as today."

Selena laughed: "I guess, tickets and spinach are not the big money."

Old Gibbs nodded hesitantly, and said, "You can't hide this from anyone. Master Wayne had been at the front desk for a while, so he should have seen it. Not many people actually bought tickets.

Gotham celebrities like you will be automatically upgraded to VIP customers after visiting once.

No need to charge money, no need to spend much, just go directly to VIP.

And VIP customers not only do not need to buy tickets themselves, even their companions are admitted for free.

In terms of betting, we never fix the game.

Sometimes the luck is very bad, and even a small loss, so the guests like to come here for entertainment.

But we also sell drinks, private rooms, and even provide face-to-face teaching business for top fighters. "

"I see." Bruce was not stupid, he figured it out just by looking at the strawberry daiquiri (pure drink, non-alcoholic) in front of him.

"I buy it, what a big guy!" Selina exclaimed, and brought the young master's attention back to the boxing ring.

The boxing ring is about 14 meters in diameter and is built in the middle of a pool of water.There is an iron fence and a deep ditch between the boxing ring and the audience, and the boxing ring itself has no fence.

But the top of the ditch is not empty. There are arm-thick hemp ropes between the boxing ring and the spectator railing. Boxers may stand on them, or they may not stand firmly and fall into the deep ditch water.

At this moment, on the step leading to the boxing ring, a strong man with a height of two meters and two meters, with muscle bumps that almost drowned his neck, came over.

"Oh my god, not only did he not wear gloves, but he wore iron knuckles instead?!" The young master stood up in shock.

Old Gibbs admired Master Wayne's shock, and smiled proudly: "This is the king of kings contest, opponents can choose blunt weapons other than swords, or even armor.

And the BOSS is empty-handed and thin-shirted, and has to wear gloves, so as not to accidentally beat them to death. "

"boom--"

There was a tooth-piercing sound in the boxing ring, the fight had already begun, the giant man code-named "tiger" roared and punched out, and Harley raised his arm to block.

This sound, this scene, reminded the young master that when he ran to the kitchen one time, he saw the chef chopping the bones of the beef with a machete.
"Trash, after so many punches, you can't even break the golden bell cover of Dragonsong, how dare you call yourself a fierce tiger? I think you should change your name to 'Little Cat'!"

The sound effect of the fighting arena is very good. Even if Harley does not use the microphone, her voice can be clearly heard from the speaker.

The kitten gritted its teeth secretly.

"Dragon Chanting Golden Bell Jar? What is it?" the young master asked in surprise.

Old Gibbs said: "Probably a Chinese Kung Fu."

"Roar!" The strong man's eyes were red, he roared, and he punched like crazy.

"Bang bang bang bang bang" Harry just stood there, not taking a step back, even turning sideways, with only one hand, hitting her arm with every punch.

"Harley Quinn, boxing champion Harley!" The audience shouted excitedly.

Bruce looked dull, "This, how is this possible? Are all Hong Kong Kung Fu movies real?"

Then it was even more exaggerated.

The tiger bombarded dozens of punches one after another, began to pant, and his expression became dazed. Harley showed disgust, and instead of parrying the next punch, he swung the same punch.

"Boom!" As if a firecracker had exploded between the two of them, Harley continued to remain motionless, but the tiger backed away repeatedly, arms folded and howling.

At the joint of his right arm, there was a noticeable irregular bump where the bone was misaligned.

"This is definitely not a fake match, he, he was really injured, only one punch." Bruce's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

Among the carnival crowd, Ms. Siva, who declared that she would beat Harry to death, was no longer as relaxed as before.

"Is it a venting technique so brilliant that I can't even see it, or is it that she didn't brag and really practiced the iron cloth shirt?
But even hard qigong doesn't seem to be that strong, does it? "She was a little confused.

Ms. Shiva didn't care about knocking back the strong man with one punch, or even dislocating her arm, because she could do it easily.

But Harry stood there without dodging or evading, and received dozens of punches from the iron finger tiger, but nothing happened, which is too exaggerated.

"Replace with another piece of trash!"

'Champion of Boxing' Halle even refused to rest, just as the tiger was helped down, she started to invite the fight again.

The ring was brightly lit, and Bruce could clearly see that there wasn't even a drop of sweat on her fair face.

In the next few games, the contestants had different attack methods. Some used heavy punches, some were flexible, some were skilled, and some were both.
But the result was the same. Facing different attacks, Harley only blocked with his arms, blocked for a while, and fell down with a punch.

Including the "death shooter" with a bad name that I met before, after attacking Harley more than 20 times with a baton, she was kicked into the pool by her "Foshan Shadowless Foot".

Bruce now really believes that Harley knows Chinese Kung Fu, because many of her moves have appeared in movies.

For example, this Foshan Wuying Foot really flies up without landing, and kicks three times in a row, and its posture is more handsome and elegant than that of "True Master Huang".

The young master was shocked, but also puzzled.

"Even if Chinese Kungfu is great, isn't she tired? She has been on stage for more than two hours."

"Boss has a sports drink." Old Gibbs said.

"Is it a special drink?"

At this time, a fat man who was as solid as a wooden stake, shielding his head with both hands, roared and hit Halle with his [-]kg body. Halle was not to be outdone, and with an "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Boom——"

The two heads collided, and there was an empty echo.

"Bang bang bang!" A few more hits like iron, the fat man staggered and fell down on his back, and Harry's forehead was a little red.

Bruce grinned his teeth, and added in his mind: "It seems that this is the iron head skill in the movie, it's amazing."

"The next one is also the last one in tonight's King of Kings competition. Please Ms. Shiva!" The host of the boxing match held the microphone and shouted loudly to the audience.

(End of this chapter)