"The new Death King in the Arsenal in Death challenged Lord Hell? Haha, it's such a good show!"

"It's so great. This new god of death, Wang Sentai, has a lot of energy. This is learning from Yao Xiansen and he has also created a live broadcast on the dark platform."

"Today is really awesome. The top big players in the Western underground world compete in turn. Is this going to make the underground world a mess? The underground world hasn't been so lively for a long time."

While Sentai challenged Liu Feng, the dark platform was once again boiling.

This is the work of the Death King. When the large airlift helicopter landed, a high-definition camera on the nose of the aircraft began to start.

Liu Feng stood in front of a modified Grand Cherokee, and his tall and handsome image instantly appeared in the live video of the Dark Platform.

"This is the first time I saw King Liu's face! The video of him competing with King Titan is not so clear."

"So Lord Hell is so young? You're a kid! You're so angry. I'm over fifty years old. At most, I'm just a hired boss."

"The legend is indeed true. It turns out that Lord Hell is so handsome, he probably hasn't been married yet, right?"

The dark platform was filled with excitement again because of Liu Feng's frontal close-up. Some beauties in the world even left messages directly expressing their "naked" admiration.

Is the Black Rose: "My Lord Hell, I have decided, I want to pursue you."

Is the snake beauty: "I think only a beauty like me who combines wisdom and sexiness can be worthy of Lord Hell."

...

When Liu Feng was in a precarious position, the cabin door of the large air transport helicopter opened, and a man with blond hair and black cloak jumped off the plane.

At the same time, another camera on the plane immediately faced the blonde man. He was as tall as Liu Feng, with wide shoulders and wide chest, but his waist was very thin. Even if he looked at his figure from the front, he showed a standard inverted triangle shape, which can be described as a golden ratio figure recognized by the bodybuilding industry.

Against the backdrop of a black cloak, the blonde man strided forward, his figure bathed under the spotlights on the plane. The cloak swung in the wind, and his blonde hair fluttered behind his head. His facial features, which looked like a knife and axe, exuded the unique toughness of Western men, and he was the absolute male god of the West.

With such a simple appearance alone, the blonde man felt like a god came to the world.

"Slutty!"

Seeing the blonde man coming over, Liu Feng's mouth smirks as if he was meeting an old friend, "You are the King of Death? Are you dressed like this? Do you want to attend a masquerade? You are wearing a cloak. Are you crazy playing in the Glory of Kings? Are you pretending to be a hero?"

This blonde man is naturally the God of Death King Sentai. His appearance would also cause a sensation on the dark platform. After all, in the eyes of Westerners, Sentai's image is more in line with their aesthetics.

However, Liu Feng's words affected everyone's psychology.

"Haha! Lord Hell is so funny, but it's quite accurate. He even made a big cloak, it's such a slutty."

"This God of Death shouldn't be in the underground world. I think he should be a model!"

"Hehe! Although the Death King's aura is very strong, it is indeed a little exaggerated compared to King Liu Yan."

On the dark platform, the topics surrounding Sentai were instantly filled with the screen, but they were not completely boiling.

What's even more excessive is that there is a guy named Duck King who left a message directly: "I like this guy like the Death King. If the Death King is willing, I want to make an appointment with him."

Ah puff!

The duck king's message was just released and it caused a lot of saliva.

Anyone from the Western Underworld knows that this duck king is one of the super powers in the Western Underworld and the master of the Warcraft Paradise. Moreover, this duck king is also a comrade. He said that there are at least dozens of handsome men around this guy.

Of course, Sentai could not know what the people on the dark platform were saying now. At this time, he had already walked five meters in front of Liu Feng.

Behind Sentai, there were twenty elite warriors who were almost all armed to the teeth. While walking, these people did not make even a sound, and their power was not weak compared to the members of the underworld.

"Your joke is not funny at all."

The voice of the Death God King Sentai is very magnetic, and there is also a faint smile of confidence on his face, "I hope you will have the courage to make jokes after you start a while."

"If you want to fight, just fight, don't quarrel. I'm a little hungry and am in a hurry to go home to eat." Liu Feng stepped forward.

"I had a problem before the fight."

Sentai asked: "We have three pre-selected Death Kings in our Death Arsenal, one of whom likes to play with the sword died in Huaxia."

"I killed it. Do you have any other questions?" Liu Feng replied simply.

"Very good, Lord Hell, thank you. You killed him and helped me break the balance, so I became the King of Death and completely controlled the Arsenal of Death."

"I want to thank me, you stand still and let me shoot you three times?"

"dream!"

While the two of them were talking, they suddenly took action at the same time.

Bang bang bang bang...

When the two masters collided with each other in the first year of junior high school, they launched a fierce offensive and defensive battle without any temptation. It is no exaggeration to say that under the spotlight of the helicopter, the two of them had almost formed dazzling ghosts because of their speed because they were too fast.

Especially the two of them, the frequent waving of their fists almost reached the point where people's eyes could not catch their actions.

After the two collided together, in addition to the super terrifying speed, the dull sounds produced when the two people collided were as terrifying as thunder bursting out on the ground, showing that the two people's skills had reached a very terrifying level.

Swish!

When the first collision between the two ended and they passed each other, the judge who was watching the game in the back frowned, "Nine moves attack, eight moves to defend. This Death King actually attacked one move more than the boss, a very difficult character."

"You counted all this?"

Eriner glanced at the judge and whispered: "It seems that you and the boss are both perverts, and I can't see clearly what they both made."

After hearing the two chatting, Yang Shiwen couldn't help but become nervous, and her small hands clenched into small fists.

At the same time, the two of them suddenly turned around and hit each other again.

This time, the two of them had almost no physical contact with each other. If the first collision just now was the hard kung fu, this time they were fighting for light skills.

The continuous light jumping under Sentai's feet made his body as flexible and steady as a butterfly flying among flowers. His fists were occasionally shot out by straight hooks and slashing and pressing the drill, which was simple, rough and extremely tricky.

Liu Feng seemed more elegant and agile. He stepped on the Nine Palaces of Bagua under his feet, like walking in a leisurely manner. No matter how fast or ruthless the King of Death's boxing was, he could not even get the clothes on Liu Feng's body.

And at this time, Liu Feng showed his advantage. He shook his arms, either by shaking them straight, by shaking them, by whipping them with chopping fists, by hooking them with adhesive tape, or by attacking them with a chance to penetrate the cloud palm.

There are too many attacks in traditional Chinese martial arts. With Liu Feng's use, it truly reflects the profound and profound side of Chinese martial arts.

What's even more terrifying is that Liu Feng's clinging force when he hooked up and blocked, the power of Han's clinging clothes falling was completely revealed. As long as the two of them had an offensive and defensive contact, Liu Feng's movements could always float with the footsteps of the Death King, and even almost staggered and fell several times, looking extremely embarrassed.

"Wow! Chinese martial arts are indeed as terrifying as magic. I feel that the way the King of Hell exerts his strength is very evil!"

"What a evil! This means that the power of the King of Hell is too great. I think the King of Death may also lose. This King of Hell is too powerful."

"It's hard to say that the winner is better now. I can only say that the King of Hell has the upper hand. However, when such big guys fight, they should have their own trump cards. They won't tell who wins and who loses so quickly."

On the dark platform, all those who watched the live broadcast were completely attracted by the contest between King of Hell vs King of Death.

And at this moment, six fireworks flashed again on the dark platform, and then a golden message slip appeared.

Jujin: "The bet is open! It's open! King of Hell vs King of Death, odds are 1:5, and the minimum bet is 5 million US dollars. I opened the bet in the water irrigation area of ​​the dark platform, and everyone can go and place bets."

"My God! It's Jujin at the opening, and the real gambling god in the Western Underworld has opened."

"The God of Gamblers' actions are indeed well-known. The odds are 1:5. Now the King of Hell are obviously the ones who have the advantage, but the odds are high. Does this mean that the God of Gamblers think that the God of Death is stronger?"

"Damn, I don't care about that much. I'll fight for 5 times the odds. I'll bet on the Death King to win, and I'll bet 5 million."

Because of the King of Hell vs. the King of Death, a huge bet that is super money-making in the underground world has actually opened.

In the famous red and light district of a certain Western country, a fat white man sat on the big sofa, hugging two beautiful women with good figures, sucking a big cigar, and said with a smile: "Fata! The King of Hell and the King of Titan just now just posted a video. If it was a live broadcast, I would have opened the market long ago. This time, it's better to be the King of Death. Just play the live broadcast, and I can make a lot of money."

As he spoke, the fat man raised his right hand and threw three dice onto the coffee table in front of him with a whoosh.

Beat...

The three dices rotate continuously, and they are in a font shape and are stably stationary.

"Oh, there are three six more, Lord Gambler, you are so bad."

"No, I lost again, but I already have only bra and inner body, so there is nothing to take off!"

The two beauties who were hugged by the fat man acted coquettishly towards the god of gambling.

Hehe, haha...

The fat man laughed proudly, I forgive you first, and then continue after I recovered the money from this gambling market.

That's right, this fat man is the god of gambling, Jujin, and is also one of the super big guys in the underground world.

After the opening of the Jewkin gambling market, nearly one billion US dollars were absorbed in less than a minute, and this amount continued to increase.

"This is interesting."

The judge who was watching the battle for Liu Feng was also watching the dark platform through his mobile phone. Then he quickly logged into the platform, then recharged, and finally placed a bet on the Yojin bet plate.

Judge: "The bet on the King of Hell wins, and bet on 5 billion US dollars."
Chapter completed!