Next to the main base of China, there is a martial arts arena called Tenglong Land, which covers an area of ​​about 300,000 square meters. According to official information, the site can accommodate 100,000 people to watch at the same time without showing congestion.

At this time, the land of Tenglong is crowded with noisy voices boiling. The audience who are in it for the first time often mistakenly think that this is still a time of peace and before the end of the world comes.

Although it is the doomsday, the attendance rate in the venue will exceed 70% for every event held in the Tamron Land; what is even more outrageous is that this exaggerated venue was actually built within one month.

"How is it? Not bad! This is relying on technological innovation after the arrival of the doomsday. So, fighting is always the root of promoting human progress..." A graceful middle-aged man sat in the guest stands and turned his head to a strong old man beside him.

"Hmph! At such a critical moment, I wasted resources on this. If this grand event hadn't been able to promote the progress of Chinese human beings in martial arts, I would have voted against it!" The strong old man stood up with a head-on face. Although he was wearing casual clothes, he was filled with a tough aura unique to soldiers and soldiers.

Hearing this, the graceful man smiled and said, "Old Wang, don't say that... The more we invest, the easier it will be to awaken people's high martial arts consciousness. After this event, guess how many people will benefit from these game videos? And, no matter how much resources we hoard? The current war relies on high-end force. If high-end force cannot be increased, no matter how much resources we take, it will be a wedding dress for others."

The strong old man snorted coldly and said without comment: "Wu Tian, ​​although the auditions are not very good, this qualifier is quite interesting. The two little guys below are pretty good..."

Hearing this, the graceful middle-aged man Wu Tian couldn't help but turn his eyes to the martial arts platform that covers a 1,000-meter-long meter height. He saw a strong middle-aged man with a height of two meters and four faces, like a male bear, and a young officer with a handsome face and a look of weak looking stood opposite each other between ten meters apart.

"Three hundred people are selected for the 25th game, with Ma Xingkong vs. Qian Luo..."

With the introduction of the host, everyone present clearly understood the identities of the two people on the big screen. There were also many talented people who thought the screen jumped too slowly and could not capture exciting shots. They did not look at the big screen at all. They directly used their eyes that were sharper than the eagle eagle to watch the game across a thousand meters away.

"Ma Xingkong, a middle-level strong man in the second stage of the force, set a record of saving the gathering place of No. 35 and the base city of No. 14 alone..."

"Qian Luo, a middle-level strong man in the second stage of the force side, swept across the underground boxing gym of the No. 44 base city for a year, and once..."

Compared to Ma Xingkong's extremely short information, the host's introduction to Qian Luo lasted for several minutes.

But Wu Tian on the VIP stage understood what the weight of the two was.

After all, quantity cannot be equivalent to quality. Some people can do only one thing, which is as good as others doing hundreds of things. The young officer in the audience who is so handsome and gentle that he is not as strong as a strong man is this kind of person.

"There is no ban on both sides. Unless unexpectedly, it is not allowed to kill people on purpose! Those who lose their combat power are judged to lose, those who fall out of the field are judged to lose, and those who surrender are judged to lose. Now, the battle... begins!"

At the host's order, Ma Xingkong looked at Qian Luo, who was as high as a hill with a smile, and said, "You take action first! Otherwise you won't have a chance to take action."

This is not nonsense. Even if you don’t listen to Qian Luo’s information, Ma Xingkong could feel that although Qian Luo is a second-level strongman, his strength has just been barely matched his own level. It’s okay to bully low-level people, but when he encounters a strong man of the same level as him, he will feel a little overwhelmed.

Who is Ma Xingkong? A person who climbed out of the enemy's corpse and blood along the way, which was higher than his level, could not be compared to Qian Luo, a guy who was in the underground boxing market and dared to dominate among low-level evolvers?

What's more, in terms of level, Ma Xingkong can crush him, so it's not an exaggeration to say this.

If it weren't for the fear of leaving a psychological shadow on this outstanding Chinese person, Ma Xingkong would have killed him in seconds.

However, Qian Luo was used to winning at the No. 44 Base City. He believed that although he was not the best in the world, he could still be considered one of the best. When he was aroused by Ma Xingkong's words, he became furious.

Qian Luo's blood was boiling, and he raised several points. His whole body was blood red, like a strong male bear. He roared angrily and rushed directly towards Ma Xingkong.

"Since that's the case, then you go and die!

Qian Luo was more than 2.6 meters tall after the outbreak, and his body was covered with muscle mass like iron lumps. It was obvious that after the doomsday, he had mutated to reach this level, so his sprint was like a human-shaped tank rushing at an extremely high speed.

"Raging Bear Kill!"

But in an instant, Qian Luo came to Ma Xingkong, and the murderous intent in his eyes flashed away. Although the official rules state that it is not allowed to intentionally kill people, the other party is too weak, so it is not intentional to kill with one move, right?

boom!

The sounds made by the two people collided and spread throughout the Tenglong land through the amplification equipment, making everyone who heard them feel numb. The audience looked at Ma Xingkong with complex colors of unbearable and excitedness.

Did you roll and wail on the ground after being knocked away, or did you directly hit the sky and become minced meat?

However, Ma Xingkong's performance disappointed them.

He was held back by Qian Luo and knocked back ten meters away, then fixed there, maintaining the expression he had just now without any fluctuations.

It seems...being killed instantly?

"Hmph... I'm so weak, I dare to speak wildly. I can't blame me if I die!"

In Qian Luo's consciousness, this guy probably had a comminuted fracture all over his body, resulting in an instant death.

He turned around, calmly using the energy in his body to gradually recover his achesy chest and abdominal muscles, and cursed in his heart: "Fuck! This kid's bones are really hard."

Before the referee could announce his victory, Qian Luo turned around and walked slowly towards the personal lounge.

But after walking three steps, he suddenly stood still, and sweated wildly outwards. The sweat instantly wet his clothes, and his body began to tremble involuntarily.

For a strong man with a force side who regards physical control as a compulsory course, the involuntary trembling of his body is simply rare, but it happened naturally in Qian Luo's middle-level master.

Qian Luo clearly felt a bloody smell that could not be dissolved and grabbed him hard. Although he had no intention of killing, Qian Luo felt like he had just become an evolutionist and had not yet entered the ranks. He felt like he had encountered the middle-level mutant creature with the original captain.

"He is already level 3?! This is impossible!" Qian Luo roared in his heart, but he did not dare to touch even a finger, for fear that Ma Xingkong would accidentally "kill him by chance" with the same idea as him.

The smile on Ma Xingkong's face had faded, and he looked at him coldly: "You just had murderous intentions."

Qian Luo was tall and big, and the sweat was overflowing more and more. In a moment, the ground under his feet was soaked. When he opened his mouth, he was sad to find that he could not speak at all because of his nervousness.

With a pout, Ma Xingkong said, "There are not many second-level powerhouses in humans, I will give you a chance. If you eat me and never die, just forget about this."

As the saying goes, keep a line in everything and meet again in the future. Qian Luo had already contemptuous of Ma Xingkong, and he took action without any scruples, but at this time he had to suffer the consequences.

Feeling that the energy was locked and slightly restrained, Qian Luo gradually turned around and did not dare to be foolish again. He knew very well that it could be seen from his performance just now that it was definitely not an ordinary second-level middle stage!

"So what if you are at the second-level? I am a force-sided evolutionist who specializes in physical cultivation! Even if you use your ultimate move, I can resist it!" Qian Luo roared in his heart. He knew that Ma Xingkong could not put his ultimate move on him. After all, for a strong man like Ma Xingkong, there are many battles behind him, and it is appropriate to leave a trump card, but how can ordinary ultimate moves do to him?

So Qian Luo concentrated all his energy on his abdomen as much as possible, tightened his muscles, and swelled up his qi and blood to prepare for Ma Xingkong's ultimate move.

But Ma Xingkong disappointed him. The punch he mentioned was an ordinary punch that relies solely on ** strength.

He raised his right fist flatly, turned his waist and twisted his hips, used his waist as a hub to conduct the power, penetrated his right arm, and blasted his way to Qian Luo's lower abdomen!

Swish!

Under the influence of this huge force, Qian Luo instantly disappeared into the venue.

Bang!

A human-shaped groove suddenly appeared on the stand protection wall, and Qian Luo was embedded in the alloy wall, constantly coughing out blood mixed with internal organ fragments.

Qian Luo is obviously not a tester in fantasy, and he lacks a bloody and killing spirit. Judging from his injuries, with his current technological level, although it is well cured, it will be a few years later.

Putting away his fists, Ma Xingkong shook his head and walked towards the personal lounge.

When tens of thousands of people were shocked by this result, a shout suddenly broke out from the stands in the north: "Boss! You are invincible!"

"The boss is invincible!"

"Brother is invincible!"

...

The shouts of more than a hundred people immediately ignited the atmosphere of the audience. This was not a show or a speech, but a real battle.

Therefore, no one applauded at all. Their behavior of venting emotions was simpler and more generous. One hundred thousand people opened their mouths and shouted loudly. The sounds gradually merged together and merged into a will: "Ma Xingkong, invincible!"

Hearing the shouts, Ma Xingkong clenched his fists and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Invincible? Then let me invincible show you!"
Chapter completed!