The competition was about to begin, but Xiao Tu still couldn't find it and his phone was not turned on. Fatty Jin was furious. Fortunately, the black fist rules underneath were loose, and the notary of the competition was a participant who checked and inspected the contestants on both sides one by one, and there was still some time. In order to prevent it, Shao Hu asked Li Mo to prepare for the event with a cold face. Wei Ming was not moved anymore. Looking at the wound on Li Mo's left shoulder, he could not use force and took the initiative to speak: "Brother Hu, I'd better do it!" Fatty Jin had never seen Wei Ming before, and didn't know who it was. He looked at him suspiciously. Xiao Chaoying, who was beside him, hurriedly introduced in his ear.

"Xiao Ming, you are a national athlete. Once someone is found to have participated in this kind of competition, you will never have the chance to join the National Sanda team. Even if you are willing, I will never let you go!" Shao Hu refused directly, and Boss Jin's face looked strange and he didn't say anything.

Notaries from both sides came in and supervised the contestants participating in the competition to sign voluntary documents, which was considered to have completed the pre-match preparation. In the first game, the opponent reported the contestant named Luo Ming, from Beijing, 36 years old this year. When Liu Chengjie heard this, he was filled with confidence and laughed and said, "Fuck! An old man dared to come out of the competition. He was looking for death!" As he said that, he patted his chest and made a promise with Fatty Jin. Everyone hugged him and walked out of the lounge. Fatty Jin also smiled and went to the VIP seat.

Shao Hu looked at everyone out and sneered, "Do you want to earn some extra money?" Wei Ming and Li Mo looked up at him at the same time, and he explained: "This game is broadcast live, and three Macau gambling companies are opening at the same time. If you are interested, place bets now!"

The two looked at each other, and Wei Ming looked solemn and said softly: "Brother Hu, Xiao Mo may not know, but I know Luo Ming! He once joined hands three years ago. He fought underground black fists in the United States when he was young, and was famous in the north after returning to China. I may not be able to beat his level at his peak. Although he is old and still has experience, it is probably difficult for the guy who likes to talk big for three rounds!"

"Damn! Not to mention three rounds, this freestyle fighting game developed from underground black fist. The winner and defeat between experts can be determined by a mistake. He..." Shao Hu shook his head, saw Liu Chenglong and others coming back, and stopped talking. He took his laptop and placed bets online, and then handed them to the two. Perhaps because of selling cats in his pocket, the gambling company gave very few varieties, only two final wins and losses on both sides and temporary bets in each game. He was not optimistic about Liu Chengjie, and the odds setting was a waste. The two gritted their teeth and each bet on the team to win by 100,000 yuan, and they were too lazy to waste energy on Liu Chengjie.

As expected, the second round was only thirty seconds before Liu Chengjie was kicked unconscious by the opponent. After counting down, the referee confirmed that he had failed. Then the medical staff directly carried him into the ambulance. When Liu Chenglong came on the court, the lounge became empty again. Li Mo finally couldn't bear his curiosity, "Brother Hu! Why do I think the atmosphere of the game today feels very bad? Is there any problem?"

Shao Hu sneered again, "Xiaohao, I'm back this time and I'm showing off too quickly. Everyone around the boss wants to hold me down, and that fat man is no exception! But that's good!" When he said the last sentence, his tone was a little gloomy. He stopped talking about this, and when he warmed up, he no longer had to hide his cards.

Liu Chenglong learned from his brother's lesson and played steadily. In addition, his martial arts foundation was indeed much better than his brother. It was not too embarrassing to be beaten until the eighth round! After entering the lounge, he consciously hid in the corner to change his clothes. Fatty Jin couldn't sit in the VIP seat or something, but he came to the lounge again, but didn't say anything.

At this time, the opponent's forward Luo Ming announced his promotion. The second one to appear was Hu Tiejun, a native of Henan. Shao Hu signed a voluntary letter and patted Zhao Xiaohui in front of everyone, saying confidently: "Brothers, and little sisters, buy me and win, and you can make money!" Wei Ming and Li Mo also gave him face and bet on the spot! The fat man of Jin tried hard to squeeze out a smile and patted Shao Hu on the shoulder.

When they arrived at the entrance, Shao Hu appointed Li Mo and Wei Ming to enter the venue. Naturally, they did not hesitate. The three of them broke into the dazzling lights together and became the center of attention. There were countless cheers and shouts in front of their ears! This scene instantly made people secrete adrenal hormones at high speed, and their whole body was so excited that they trembled slightly, which was intoxicating.

Li Mo and Wei Ming retreated and stood next to the master. Lin Xin stood up and asked Wei Ming to sit down. He stood beside Li Mo. The two of them touched each other for a moment, turned their heads and looked at the stage quietly. The gong sounded at the beginning of the game. At the beginning of the game, Shao Hu lightly dodged left and right, defended and did not attack. Hu Tiejun seemed to be more excited, and entered the game faster. He shouted loudly and took the initiative to attack.

The first round was about to end, Shao Hu suddenly exerted force along the opponent's arm, stepped close to his body, and a beautiful elbow rushed to the opponent's chest; then he turned around and slashed the opponent's ribs with his elbow; finally he jumped high, and a whirlwind slammed the opponent's leg on the back of the head, and simply solved the battle and won his thirty consecutive victory.

The cheers of the audience suddenly rang out, covering the sky! Shao Hu opened his arms wide, closed his eyes slightly, and accepted the audience's cheers intoxication until the referee came over and held his hand up and announced his victory.

The third player on the other side was not Chinese, from Turkmenistan, named Kabarov, and had never heard of it. He looked like a tall and big guy, over 1.90 meters tall, and weighed 100 kilograms. I don’t know whether it was for trusting Shao Human or to cheer him up, the two of them pressed all the money they had just returned from the gambling company.

This time, Shao Hu changed his strategy from the beginning, using his flexible body advantages to fight, seize the opportunity to attack, and not be greedy! Make sure to hit it once and maintain effective killing. This way, let the opponent's fists firmly protect the face, and his body is quite resistant to hitting, but it didn't feel good after two rounds. The third round accelerated the attack speed, approached Shao Hu, and then a standard combination of punches, but unfortunately they all hit the air. After several consecutive rounds, they were exhausted, and Shao Hu seized the opportunity. He picked up the middle jaw with his right back elbow, then turned around and pushed his left knee to the lower abdomen, followed by his right knee, and then pressed the opponent's shoulders with both hands, jumped up and hit the opponent's part continuously with his forehead, and then kicked him on the barrier and bounced back, and hit him hard with his head and knee.

Amid the huge cheers, Kabarov, with blood on his face, was carried out of the field, Shao Hu waved his fists to the audience again. Back in the lounge, everyone was talking happily. The fat boss came down from the VIP seat again, his face turned red, his breathing rapidly, his face was shiny and shiny. Just as he was about to say something, the door was suddenly pushed open, and several people walked in. The fat man stood up to greet him, and asked without a smile: "How could Boss Du come to us?"

The man surnamed Du was the middle-aged man who got off the helicopter just now. He smiled and pointed at another handsome young man beside him and introduced: "Sorry! This is the young east of our famous Xiongzhen Group in Shanghai - Qin Jianming, Mr. Qin. He and his Japanese friend Miyazaki Liaoyun wanted to meet Brother Shao before the competition, so I took the liberty to bring them over and ask Brother Jin for forgiveness! Forgive me!"

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