C171 One Hit!
C171 One Hit!
It was not because the maniac was fierce, but because Ye Fei treated every enemy seriously.
Respect for his enemies was also respect for himself!
However, the maniac obviously looked down on Ye Fei. He was a head taller than Ye Fei. His body also became two times thicker. He looked down at Ye Fei with disdain. He strode to the host, grabbed the microphone, and said in a loud voice, "I don't want to fight with a cripple. This is an insult to me!"
"Well said! You're a real man, you maniac!"
"Right, hurry up and kick that damn cripple off the stage, don't let him insult the boxing match!"
"Chase him out! Chase him out!"
Everyone was roaring crazily, and the maniac even glanced at Ye Fei. He raised his middle finger at Ye Fei provocatively and said, "Damned cripple, you'd better get out of here! This is not a place for you to come. I won't kill disabled people! "
Ye Fei smiled lightly. "I saw that you were murderous and thought that you were a madman. I didn't think that you would still have some humanity. Just based on what you said, I will not kill you today! "
"What did you say?!"
The maniac could not believe his ears. He stared at Ye Fei and said fiercely, "Cripple, are you joking? Do you want to die so badly? Then I'll fulfill your wish! "
The mad man threw the microphone to the host and clenched his fists at Ye Fei in a threatening manner. The host held the microphone and said," Now is the time to place your bets. The audience has three minutes! "
"I bet 100,000 on myself. I bet that this cripple won't be able to take one punch from me!"
The mad man slowly said. His voice was deep and powerful. It was transmitted through the microphone to the audience and caused a round of applause.
"Good! Maniac, you did well. I'll buy five hundred thousand from you!"
"I'll buy a million and beat this kid to death with a single punch. Mad Rogue, don't let me down!"
The crowd burst out screaming once again, as someone grabbed a thick stack of cash and stood up.
The bets at the venue downstairs were relatively small, around one million yuan. Very few people placed more than two million, but there were too many people. Just this round of bets alone was worth more than a hundred million. All of them were betting on the mad man to win, and on Ye Fei to die.
"I'll bet on myself!"
Ye Fei still had a calm expression. He walked to the host's side and said to the microphone in a deep voice, "I'll buy myself to win. I'll buy five million."
Silence!
In an instant, the noisy underground boxing arena suddenly fell into absolute silence!
Everyone was stunned!
First, it was because Ye Fei was generous. The first time he made a move, it was a huge sum of five million!
Second, it was because of Ye Fei's stupidity. He had actually used five million to buy his winnings. Wasn't this just giving money away for free?
"Hahaha!"
"Idiot!"
"Nowadays, there are all kinds of fools!"
The crowd burst into an uproar, and then burst into laughter.
In the room, Su Zongheng also stood up and looked down at the entire arena. His eyes were fixed on Ye Fei. Dog King stood behind him with a flattering smile on his face.
"Young master Su, I don't quite understand your arrangement. What if Ye Fei is beaten to death by a madman? Then the rest of your arrangements will be in vain. "
Dog King asked in a low voice.
"Crazy disciple? With just him? I think he won't be able to withstand three strikes from Ye Fei!"
Su Zongheng glanced at Dog King and realized that his subordinate's eyes were not sharp enough. He could not help but look down on him.
Dog King was shocked. Su Zongheng's evaluation of Ye Fei was too high! No matter what, Crazy Apostle was a rookie king who won ten battles and won ten battles. He was the champion of this month's month. How could he not defeat a cripple? Furthermore, it was three moves!
On the arena, under the booing of the crowd and the host's teasing, the match finally officially began.
The host quickly went out of the iron door, leaving only Ye Fei and the fanatic on the stage.
This kind of underground boxing match was a life and death battle. There were no rules, and there was no need for a referee.
Only life, or death!
A trace of a sinister smile appeared on the corners of the Mad Apostle's mouth. Suddenly, he took a big stride forward. Along with a furious shout, his right hand formed a fist and quickly punched towards Ye Fei's temple!
It had to be said that Crazy Apostle was quite capable. He had won ten battles and won ten Newcomer Kings one after another. It was not an undeserved reputation!
The speed and strength of his punches had reached a very powerful extent. It far surpassed that rogue king, and his strength was on par with Yamamoto Takeshi's!
Even if it was another fist as strong as a mad man, he would still be knocked out if he took this punch head on. If it was light, he would have a concussion, and if it was heavy, he would die instantly!
With Ye Fei's physique, everyone had no doubt that this punch could make Ye Fei bleed from all seven of his orifices.
Everyone cried out in shock. They saw that Ye Fei had no intention of dodging. In their opinion, this punch was enough to take Ye Fei's life.
"Damn cripple, go to hell!"
When the frenzied disciple saw that he was about to succeed, he let out an excited roar.
Ye Fei did not dodge. The injury on his right leg also made it impossible for him to dodge. When Crazy Apostle's punch was about to hit him, his head slightly tilted, only a few centimeters away.
Whoosh!
The fist head was a cannonball, and it brushed past Ye Fei's temple.
The strength of the mad disciple's fist was too great. Although it swept past, it still scraped some of Ye Fei's skin, and a wound with blood immediately appeared!
It hit empty air!
This thought flashed through the mad disciple's mind. He prepared to punch again and again. At this time, Ye Fei suddenly attacked. The five fingers of his right hand closed together, and a hand knife cut across the mad disciple's throat.
Ye Fei did not have much strength, but the fanatic's face turned pale. He held his neck with both hands and took a few steps back. His back hit the barbed wire before he stopped and fell to the ground.
The scene fell into a dead silence. Everyone thought that Ye Fei would be punched by the Crazy Apostle. But they didn't expect that the one who was at a disadvantage was the mad disciple. Most importantly, after the frenzied disciple fell to the ground, with his back against the barbed wire, there was actually no movement.
Everyone held their breath and looked at the Mad Rogue. Suddenly, as if he was dead, he sat on the ground without moving.
"What are you doing!? Madman, get up and beat up this cripple!"
"He just lightly touched you, and you fell down. Is this an act?!"
"Get up, get up, stop acting!"
Under the coaxing of the crowd, the iron door was opened and two paramedics walked in with their waists bent. They went to the fanatic's side and looked at his eyelids. After listening to his heartbeat for a while, he stood up and said in shock, "The fanatic... the fanatic is in shock!"
Everyone was shocked. Everyone stared blankly at the calm Ye Fei on the arena.
Who would have thought that this cripple, with just a touch from the Mad Apostle, had knocked out the Newcomer King who had won ten battles!
The audience was shocked and furious!
The Maniac lost. Everyone in the audience lost money and immediately began to curse. The gambling tickets were thrown into the air, fluttering like a heavy snowfall.
"Fake boxing! F * ck, it must be fake boxing!"
"Black, really black. I didn't expect Dog King to also play fake boxing!"
"He fell with just a touch, and he's the Newcomer King? And he's even a candidate for the championship, what nonsense! His acting skills are too bad, poor review!"
"Refund, refund. In the blink of an eye, one million yuan is gone. Let Dog King refund!"
The scene seemed to have exploded into an uproar. The audience was extremely furious! Refund? Refund? Refund? In the blink of an eye, one million yuan is gone. Ask ___ to refund money!