The blood demon even used his arms to forcefully pull the Viking killer's head down.

After a brief madness, Uncle Chen continued using the microphone:

"The first game, Mr. Zhan's men won. Now, the second game is in progress. They are twins, from Namibia, Africa, and it is still a three-minute bet."

Everyone was brought up the crazy factor in their blood by the unilateral torture just now, and they were ecstatic when they won and stomped their feet when they lost.

This second game was actually a pair of twins. The data in any aspect were similar. I don’t know who came up with the idea, but I actually used the twins to kill each other as a highlight.

The first game, Long Qi did not place a bet.

He had become accustomed to this kind of hunting.

He is not a slaughterful person, but he is definitely not a rude person.

When he was carrying out missions for the country before, he also caused innocent people to die because of his own mistakes.

But this did not become a shadow in his heart.

As the crazily shouted, two sturdy black young men walked out.

After just one look, Long Qi knew that these two black young men were not as good as death as they were alive.

There was no expression on their faces, and they were wearing only a pair of shorts, arms, backs, chests, and even faces, countless long and ferocious scars.

The most important thing is that there is only numbness left in their eyes.

Long Qi shook his head and whispered:

"If I guess correctly, they should be the killing machine cultivated by a killer group controlled by a warlord in Africa since childhood. They started fighting each other at the age of three. At the age of fifteen, they were thrown into the primitive jungle of Africa to fight lions, among a thousand orphans, and it would be great if five of them could survive in the end."

There was no expression on Ao Long's face.

The two killers' lives and deaths cannot arouse their sympathy.

The only cruel thing is that they are twins, and now they are going to kill each other.

Looking at their eyes, they obviously had forgotten the other party's identity.

At this time, the two black men on the ring had already begun to attack.

Although their eyes were numb, their movements were as fast as poisonous snakes, and they were extremely tricky. There were no fancy things, and they were all methods of killing with one blow.

The two people kept colliding together, and their bodies were spinning back and forth like a whirlwind. Every time, every punch, they were skin and flesh bursting, and blood bursting.

Everyone held their breath and breathed. Compared to the cleanliness of the previous game, this game seemed so bloody.

Finally, a blood light flew by, and one of the black killers' belly was torn apart by the twin brothers on his chest, and his entire internal organs were exposed.

The second game was that Mr. Mo's man won, and the first two games were just tied.

Uncle Chen coughed, and naturally someone went up to take the surviving young man down, and the dead man was carried away and the ring was washed away.

Uncle Chen held up the microphone and walked to the center of the ring again, saying in a cold voice:

"Now, it is the last game, the decisive game tonight. The bet for this showdown is ten times the previous two games, because this is a double win and double defeat. Whoever wins can not only win this single game, but also wins the entire game. Now the bet for the total winning and losing has reached 3 billion US dollars, and the bet for a single game has also reached 1 billion US dollars, and the players in this game...!"

When Uncle Chen said this, he paused for a moment, then turned his head to look at Ao Long.

At this time, Ao Long slowly stood up and his eyes shot directly at Zhu Shen and the other two.

The entire hunting ground suddenly fell into a crash.

Uncle Chen couldn't help swallowing, and then said:

"In the last game, the contestant on Mr. Zhan's side is Ao Long!"

boom!!!!

Those present, including Long Qi, even Zhu Shen, Ma Siqi and Xu Wei, opposite Zhu Shen, and Ma Siqi and Xu Wei, all changed their color.

Ao Long?

Oh my God!

Why him?

All the heads were in a mess.

Fuck, what the hell is going on.

Everyone looked at Ao Long, including Long Qi, as if they were looking at a madman.

At this time, the whole audience was silent! Even if you drop a needle, you could hear the movement!

Ao Long slowly took off his coat, reached out and pulled off the rope tied with his hair, and smiled coldly:

"Xu Wei, aren't you going to have a fight with me? Why? Don't you dare to come?"

Xu Wei's heart couldn't help but twitched violently. Even though he looked more awesome than Ao Long in terms of momentum, he didn't dare to answer at this time.

In his heart, he almost opened his mouth to curse.

This is not a battle of victory or defeat, this is a battle of life and death!

If it was a victory or defeat, he would have jumped on it long ago.

This is not a gambling money, not a gambling reputation, this is a fucking gambling life!

Long Qi looked at Ao Long, and there was something in his mind that he didn't know what to do.

But he knew that at this time, he could not say anything.

Ao Long slowly walked up to the center of the ring.

Everyone's eyes and all the lights were focused on him.

As for all the faces, Ao Long began to take off his shirt, shoes, and pants.

All over his body, he only left a pair of close-fitting four-corner stretch shorts.

Uncle Chen quickly put away the clothes on the ground and said quickly:

"Young Master..."

Ao Long didn't even look at him, but just took a few activities casually.

Ao Long is extremely tall, 1.9 meters tall, with wide shoulders and thin waist. His muscles are not very developed, but he looks like steel.

The lean muscles are extremely terrifying.

He just casually took two whip legs and kicked one sideways. In the air, he made a numb and thunderous sound.

Many people in the audience were masters. Of course, they knew that they could make such a terrifying sound of breaking through the air just by cheating. It can be seen how amazing the power and speed of Ao Long’s legs are.

Long Qi's only concern in his heart was also relieved.

He had never seen Ao Long take action, and even Ao Long kept his breath in front of him.

So Long Qi didn't know what real strength Ao Long was.

It turns out that Ao Long is also hidden.

Just these two whip legs are the terrifying strength of A-level masters.

For the ordinary world, A-level masters are already the kind of magical figures that only exist in TV and movies.

Of course, for the ancient martial arts world, a level A master is a little crawler.

But many times, we cannot distinguish this way.

Just like the Chen family of the Taiji Sect in Weinan at the beginning, the strength of Chen Wangting, the head of the family, was only at level A. At that time, one person could have chased the ghost and a large group of people who were drilling into the soil. If Lin Ba hadn't taken the action, Long Qi's family's background would have been dead long ago.

On the ring, Ao Long stood proudly:

"I lose, I die, you lose, you die! Who will die?"

Under the arena, there was no sound.
Chapter completed!