Nightmare Corrosion

"Try my Antarctic waterfowl fist!"

Bang!

On the small ring, a tall young man just put on his airs and roared, a small fist appeared in front of his eyes, and then he fell to the ground. Although the referee's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, Or announce the results.

"The winner of this one, Luen!"

There was an uproar again.

"Damn it, he's obviously just a brat!"

"So strong, I solved it with one punch!"

"Is our elite fighting club going to fall into the hands of this brat today?"

Ever since Lu En knocked out the unknown young man with a punch, everyone understood that this was no joke. This guy who looked thin, frail, and immature like a student really came to compete in the gym. The crowd suddenly became excited and prepared to face a real fight. Treat Lu En with a family mentality.

The ring, contracts, referees, and competition rules are all available, but compared to other sports, the rules of fighting are much simpler, except that you are not allowed to attack vital points such as the dark eyes, and any other moves can be used.

So Lu En was lucky enough to see fighting techniques including but not limited to Antarctic Waterbird Fist, Ji Dao Fighting Technique, Dean Fighting Technique, and fighting martial arts with obvious oriental characteristics, such as Sky-Tearing Claw, Tiger Fist, etc. It is a pity that each one can His men survived three attacks.

Although this is because Lu En is powerful and can be called crushing, the main reason is that the opponent is too weak and is just superficial.

In fact, after knocking down the two men with two punches, Lu En realized that he was looking for Li Kui and met Li Gui. Although it was called the Elite Fighting Club, it was actually just some rich second-generation young people who were keen on fighting. Men and women, just make it a club-like place for your own entertainment.

In other words, this is a gathering place for fighting enthusiasts.

No wonder the publicity outside only pays 10,000 yuan for winning a fight. Lu En has heard about the appearance fees of some well-known fighters. The lowest price for a fight is one million yuan. A top-level match between the Federation and Shane was broadcast on TV in the past two years. For a duel between fighters, it is said that the total appearance fees of the two parties have exceeded nine figures, which is an astronomical figure.

A bounty of 10,000 yuan can only be obtained by winning a fight. Really capable fighters will naturally not take it seriously, and they may not necessarily be the opponents of these enthusiasts. Occasionally going back and forth is enough. They were looking for excitement, but who knew that Lu En would suddenly appear and crush them everywhere, which made everyone below feel uncomfortable.

"Anyone else?"

Lu En stood in the ring and looked down at everyone. Everyone avoided his eyes, especially the young men below who had bruises and swollen faces. Their faces showed fear involuntarily. This was the power of forcefully punching him, which added to him. A bit of halo.

"hateful!"

Someone spoke unwillingly, looking around to see if any warriors would stand up and continue the challenge. However, there were many people around him who were gnashing their teeth and looking unhappy like him, but no one moved. Mainly, Lu En won too easily in front of him, and the field Everyone here is very clear about their own strength. Those at the beginning are already among the top few in the fighting club, and if they go up any higher, they will be humiliating themselves.

It was solved by being hit twice, but the physical pain was secondary. It really hurt my self-esteem.

“If there’s no one around, let’s start checking out!”

Lu En's face remained calm, and he was actually relieved. Although his opponent had the upper hand in terms of age and size, after every fight, he always felt like he was bullying a child, which was embarrassing.

"Okay, we'll put the money on your card!"

The stern young man below gritted his teeth, stood up from the chair, and said to Lu En, he was the third one to come on the field, and naturally he had something on his hands. Normally, it would not be a problem to deal with three or five people, but under Lu En's It only took two moves.

"Cash, I'm in a hurry." Lu En's expression remained unchanged. In fact, he didn't have a card at all.

"I have!"

The short-haired young man was able to pick it up and put it down. Someone soon handed him a card from the side, and he threw it to Lu En.

"Here is 100,000 yuan, and the remaining 50,000 yuan is my personal preference. In addition, if you are willing to join our fighting club, I will give you another 100,000 yuan every month!"

"President!"

"I disagree!"

There was an extremely popular person next to him, so Lu En just trampled on their dignity this time, and even offered him a high salary to invite him to join the fighting club. This was unacceptable to many students, and there was an uproar immediately!

"Sorry, I'm not interested." Lu En took the card and put it into his pocket, jumped off the ring, and the surrounding students immediately separated and watched him leave.

"What kind of fighting technique are you using?"

Behind him came the unwilling shouts of a young man.

With his back to everyone, Lu En curled his lips.

Fighting skills?

He was just relying on superhuman physical fitness to crush him, and suddenly a bad taste came out of his heart, and he uttered four words:

"Fist of the North Star!"

"Coach Moss, that kid has left."

In a room in the fighting club's side hall, a burly man stood with his hands behind his back. The door opened and a student walked in and said softly.

"Yeah!" Moss snorted coldly from his nostrils, turned his head and said with a cold face: "You usually don't listen to me asking you to practice diligently. How do you feel standing in the audience today?"

Anger and humiliation suddenly appeared on the student's face, his fists were clenched, and there was even a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone: "Since the coach has arrived a long time ago, why don't you go up and defeat this brat? It's really embarrassing for us. There were two people just now." A student has applied to withdraw from the club.”

"It's okay not to want such trash!"

Moss's words made the students glare even more angrily, but Moss ignored him and walked straight towards the door: "Know your shame and then be brave. I deliberately didn't take action, just to make you feel the shame, so that you can inspire your potential. But I am your coach, and I have to help you get back the places you left behind!"

"I'll make that kid come back and apologize to you!"

The student behind him suddenly understood, his expression perked up, and his eyes turned to reverence when looking at Moss.

Moss strode out of the fighting club, then took out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed a number: "Kenny, bring a few juniors here."

In fact, a lot of what Moss said to the students was all nonsense. There was only one real reason why he didn't take action. He was not sure of defeating Lu En.

Unlike these half-hearted fighting enthusiasts, Moss, whose strength was already infinitely close to that of a fighter, could tell at a glance that the so-called Fist of the North Star was nonsense. The opponent relied purely on brute force to crush him. When his strength reached a certain level, skills did not matter. Okay, why bother spending more time on a problem that can be solved in one fell swoop?

It's okay if he wins the fight on stage. If he doesn't win, he won't have the shame to stay in the fighting club. But if he does nothing, it will also cause dissatisfaction among the students. However, these rich second generations are simply a gold mine and have no interest in fighting. Being extremely passionate and willing to spend money, how could Moss be willing to give up.

Destroying someone's wealth is like killing one's parents, so Moss doesn't care much. Since one person is not sure, just call a few more. No matter how strong he is, he can't beat four hands with two fists.

Moss was full of confidence.