Super Prestige System

Chapter 39;
Before the narrator finished speaking, Moros rushed forward, waved a straight punch, and hit Zhou Ding's head straight. Zhou Ding blocked it with a cross arm, and was immediately shocked back a step. Such a big head, so much strength!

Moros' backhand punches, knee strikes, elbow strikes and other ruthless moves followed one after another. Zhou Ding blocked them one by one, and every time he blocked, he would take a step back, and gradually, he was about to retreat to the edge of the ring.

In the auditorium, the young man who just took the lead in shouting slogans said depressedly: "Zhou Ding's momentum is quite big this week, it seems that his kung fu is not very good, and he was beaten back by the foreign devils every step of the way!"

A man of similar age next to him said: "Oh! I was so happy for nothing, and said that he is the closed disciple of Master Guo Yunshen, and he is probably not a foreigner's opponent..."

"Shut up!" Behind the two of them, a refined man of about 30 years old shouted: "Look carefully, has Zhou Ding ever been a little bit flustered from the beginning to the end, and has his fists and feet ever been a little messy?"

Several people looked into the field, and as expected, although Zhou Ding had been retreating all the time, he had a confident and calm expression on his face.

"Brother Fang is more accurate!"

An elegant man around 30 years old—Brother Fang said: "As far as I know, Zhou Ding's kung fu is definitely not weak. This foreign devil will not be Zhou Ding's opponent!"

At this time, Zhou Ding had already retreated to the edge of the arena. Moros was very excited and prepared to beat Zhou Ding down the stage with all his strength. The Tibetan mastiffs in the audience were fed with live sheep and pigs every day. If someone fell, Will come forward and tear it up and eat it!
Moros seemed to have seen that the thousand taels of silver promised by Balshak had already been obtained.

Suddenly, the right hand that Moros was determined to win was punched empty, and the shadow of Zhou Ding was lost in front of him. At the same time, the right side of his body was hit hard, and his body tilted to the left involuntarily.

Zhou Ding actually flashed to his right side, and hit Moros close-to-body with an eight-pole. For this collision, Zhou Ding used dark energy, and the dark energy penetrated from under the ribs of Moros' right side, not only breaking It hurt Moros's ribs, and even injured his lungs, and Moros's body suddenly lost control.

Zhou Ding stepped forward, got behind Moros by mistake, turned around and punched Moros on the back.

It’s too late, but it’s fast. Zhou Ding’s series of movements was just in the blink of an eye. At this moment, Moros’s body has not regained control, and he was directly knocked off the ring by this punch and fell into the deep pit on the sidelines. pit.

People on the field thought it was Moros' bad luck, he stumbled and fell into the deep pit, and they all said: Zhou Ding is so lucky!
The narrator of the arena shouted: "Moros stumbled and fell into the arena. Too bad luck, Moros, climb up quickly..."

Speaking of this, the commentator's voice stopped abruptly, because after Moros fell into the deep pit, the hidden wounds in his body erupted, and a mouthful of blood spewed out directly. A general rush towards Moros.

Normally, these Tibetan mastiffs would not pose a threat to Moros at all, and Moros could completely beat them back, but now, Moros's ribs were broken, his lungs were injured, and he couldn't even stand up, so he could only shout for help: "Help... ...hiss" Before he could call out for help, his throat had already been bitten off by the Tibetan mastiff.

There was a commotion in the auditorium, and the foreigners on the second floor exclaimed:
"Ah~!"

"Oh my God!"

"Damn Moros, I lost a lot of money!"

"I bought Moros too, the damned bastard!"

……

On the first floor, there were cheers: "Mr. Zhou, good fight!"

"The foreign devil is dead..."

"Deserved..."

"Long live Mr. Zhou!"

……

In the manager's room on the second floor of the arena, Balshak said coldly: "Go, let the host announce the winner, and at the same time announce that the second fight will be held tomorrow!"

There was a dead silence throughout the room.

After a long time, the voice of the narrator outside came: "I announce that the winner of today's wrestling is Xingyiquan martial artist—Zhou Ding. Tomorrow, Zhou Ding will have a life-and-death contest with the 'killer king' Antonio..."

Borshak loosened his tie, and said to the men around him: "Don't worry, everyone, there is a saying in China: victory or defeat is a common matter in military affairs.

Zhou Ding was lucky today, so tell Antonio that he will use all means to kill Zhou Ding in tomorrow's wrestling fight.If he can do it, the bonus will rise from 3000 taels to 1 taels! "

Several of Balshak's subordinates promised repeatedly, and one of them flattered: "Moros' death is not wronged. Today's gamblers, ninety-nine out of 100 bought Moros to win! His failure won us I spent more than [-] million taels of gambling money."

Hearing this, Balshak smiled triumphantly: After seeing Zhou Ding today, he realized that the other party came to challenge with such fanfare, and he must have something to rely on. Moros, who has already exposed his combat power, will not be him opponent.

Moros has won more than 20 games in a row in Lushun. Many gamblers have full confidence in him. If the odds of expulsion are high enough, those gamblers will buy wildly.

That is to say, in view of this, Balshak notified the handicap office; the betting ratio is one to one, and the amount received will not be adjusted!

Let's take a step back; even if Moros wins, Balshak will only lose some money. In this way, the "Zhou Ding Challenge Incident" that has attracted national attention has been successfully resolved, and the military must be very happy.

Then, the money can be paid for by the military.

If Moros is unfortunately defeated, Balshak can reap a large amount of money. With money, what kind of master can't be hired...

Another subordinate also echoed: "The boss is really far-sighted..."

When Bolshak was happy, the person in charge of the handicap broke into the office and said in a panic, "Boss, it's bad, our reserve funds are not enough to pay the compensation!"

"What did you say?" Balshak was frightened and angry: "We should have made a lot of money, how could it not be enough to pay?"

The person in charge of the handicap argued weakly: "Before the two sides started the war, a German came to the handicap and bet on Zhou Ding to win."

"Just one person, how much can he buy?"

"The Germans bought it..." The person in charge of the handicap secretly glanced at Balshak's expression, and spit out a number: "300 million taels!"

Snapped!
The water glass in Balshak's hand slammed on the person in charge of the handicap, his fingers trembling in anger, and he couldn't say a word.

It was he himself who gave the order to the handicap office, to charge as much as there is, and not to make adjustments. At this moment, who is to blame?

The blame can only be blamed on him for forgetting, Zhou Ding is not only a warrior, but also a rich man, the newspapers have said; Zhou Ding's personal assets are tens of millions of taels!
Three million taels of silver is nothing more than pocket money for a rich man worth tens of millions of taels!

What's more, Zhou Ding is fighting a life-and-death duel. If he wins, he can make a fortune. If he loses, he will die here. In that case, what's the use of keeping more money?

Balshak was dripping with cold sweat, and at this moment, he even had the idea of ​​thanking Zhou Ding:
Zhou Ding didn't take the opportunity to kill them all. Otherwise, he only needed to place more bets. If he bet 500 million taels, he would go bankrupt. Even tens of thousands of taels...

(End of this chapter)