The registration process was so simple that it was a bit unbelievable. Several strong men with faces asked Zhao Fan about their height, weight, and achievements. Even the fake name Li Fan that Zhao Fan randomly reported did not verify at all, and they directly started counting money with a money counting machine.

Moreover, the eyes of these people looking at Zhao Fan were all like an idiot who was determined to die.

It’s no wonder these people judge people by their appearance. After changing their appearance, Zhao Fan looked a little feminine, which was a little bit slim.

Just as he now raised his orchid and said a few times, it was very consistent with his appearance.

But when it comes to fighting, let alone these people, even Zhao Fan himself looked at his current appearance in the mirror, he was a little doubtful if he would be stepped to death after he came on stage.

The disguise mask bought in the system mall can be said to be seamless. The only disadvantage is that Zhao Fan cannot choose the way he looks after the disguise.

The whistle and curses sounded at the same time. The battle on the field was over. As expected, the yellow man in a red boxing suit won. But he was not feeling well. His arm should have been broken, his body was covered with scars, and even tooth marks bitten by his teeth, dripping blood.

The white man who fought against him was already curled up on the ground at this time, and his body only had occasional twitching, making people know that he was still breathing a sigh of relief.

How could those people in the stands have any sympathy?

Many people saw the white man tall and big, and put a heavy bet on him. At this time, they saw that he lost. If it weren't for a group of security guards stopping him, the group of people who were cursing in anger would have climbed onto the stage and punched him to death.

"Dear guests, today, our club welcomes another warrior..."

After two beautiful girls in cool clothes came on stage holding signs, the host with a shiny hair spray on his head held a microphone and announced Zhao Fan's challenge. Then Zhao Fan, who changed into a yellow boxing uniform, also walked out of the passage under the escort of several black suits.

In order to set off the atmosphere, the host praised Zhao Fan for a few words, but this happened to make the audience in the stands feel the huge contrast. Sneaks and mockery sounds came one after another in an instant, and everyone looked at Zhao Fan as if they saw an idiot.

"Where are thin and tender skin, can't you make money? I'm really crazy about running here to seek death, right?"

"I still look like I have a few pounds of strength, so I should have eaten a lot of protein powder, right?"

"This kid holds on for up to 30 seconds. If the opponent exerts a little harder, he may even lose his life."

Countless people looked at Zhao Fan with gaze, shouting loudly.

"Go down, we have to see the battle between Lopez and Pan Hu!"

"Get down, don't waste our time!"

...

Then the voices of the audience quickly became connected, and they didn't even want Zhao Fan to waste his time.

You should know that even if Zhao Fan can bet in this battle, most people will bet on his opponents. Even if they win, there is no point in view. Most of them place heavy bets on the battle they are looking forward to.

"Please abide by the rules here!"

The smile on the host's face remained unchanged, his tone was a little cold, and the surging voice below paused and soon became weaker.

"Please, Mr. Li Fan's opponent, our newcomer in the boxing ring, the tiger from the north, Zheng Jie!"

The host held the microphone in his hand, smiled deeply at the audience below, and then shouted loudly.

"I'm going, it's too dark, right? They actually let Zheng Jie take action against a newcomer?"

"This kid is dead. He really looks up to him in thirty seconds. At most, he has to lie down in three seconds."

"They are following the rules in the boxing ring. This kid challenges ordinary boxers. Although Zheng Jie almost became Zhou's champion, hasn't he been given yet?"

The expressions of the audience changed at the same time. When they looked at Zhao Fan, they showed a little pity. Many people were shaking their heads gently, and secretly observing silently for Zhao Fan in their hearts.

Amid the discussion, a strong man with a naked upper body and only wearing a pair of red shorts turned over to the ring with a chic manner.

This man was bald, almost a head taller than Zhao Fan. His thick arms were strong and his skin was shiny. He stepped on the floor of the boxing ring and felt dust. With every step he took, the entire boxing ring suddenly trembled.

After the man came on stage, he didn't even look at Zhao Fan. He raised his thick arms and waved towards the audience below, raised his head and twisted his neck, making a crackling sound, and proudly enjoyed the cheers of many audiences below the audience.

Zhao Fan always carried his hands on his back and watched these people perform coldly. The person who looked like a referee standing in the audience was also waiting for Zheng Jie to show off his power without interrupting him at all.

"This kind of person has been in this boxing ring for so long and has not lost any parts. It's a miracle."

Zhao Fan shook his head gently and sneered in his mouth.

"Do you give up? I'm not interested in beating a womb-like thing like you. If you are short of money, you can come to my room to find me. If I feel good about it, I can give it to you by only 100,000 yuan."

The man showed off on the stage for two minutes before looking back at Zhao Fan, showing his yellow teeth and said mockingly.

"Ha ha!"

"I just said, it's not easy to make money with fine skin and tender flesh? Now, there's a way out soon!"

"I guess this kid is already scared. Money and life, after all, life is more important."

There was a burst of laughter from the audience, and countless people pointed at Zhao Fan and commented on him. There were countless people with a grudge, as if they were thinking the same as Zheng Jie.

"If you have to wait a little longer and call for the start, let them bring me a chair and sit for me. It's so tiring to stand."

Zhao Fan looked coldly at the referee who was also wearing a weird smile in the audience and said leisurely.

After being swept by Zhao Fan's gaze, the man's face froze, then he snorted coldly, and rang the gong hanging in front of him.

There are no combat rules in such a boxing ring, so no one needs to determine fouls or scores. This guy’s only function is to beat the gong.

"I'll give you my promise in such a hurry to die!"

Zheng Jie grinned, his face suddenly became cold, and he took a big step and rushed towards Zhao Fan.

There is indeed no simple character who can hold on in this place. This person looks rough, but in fact he is very cunning. He doesn't think Zhao Fan is a fool seeking death.

Zheng Jie's only purpose after he came to power was to anger Zhao Fan. At this moment, the battle officially began, and his original appearance was revealed. His fist was steady and his internal energy was surging, and he had already had the cultivation of dark energy.

It is no exaggeration to say that this man's fist is as big as a bowl, and his fist is very fast and very direct, without wasting any physical strength.

This punch even hit Zhao Fan's chest with a whirring sound of wind.

“Three, two, one…”

The guy who said in the stands that Zhao Fan could only hold on for three seconds, counted down loudly, looked at Zheng Jie's fist with excitement, and waited for Zhao Fan to be blown away by him in the next second.

"Bang!"

Even though the dull impact sound was full of people, it was still extremely shocking with the help of the loudspeaker.

It was indeed someone who flew out, but it was not Zhao Fan.

He also punched out with one punch, and He Zhengjie's fist, who was unavoidable, hit him together.

Then Zheng Jie, who weighed absolutely more than 300 kilograms, flew out of the ring like a large balloon, and in everyone's unbelievable eyes.

"Zheng Jie was cheated. This guy pretended to be a pig and ate a tiger!"

"This kid is over. Zheng Jie must have been careless just now. Now he has been secretly impolite once, so he will definitely torture him to death!"

If the Zhao family had not had some concerns, the only criterion for determining the outcome of this kind of black boxing was to die one of the two sides in the battle.

There is only one rule here, that is, one of the two sides of the battle has completely lost its combat effectiveness or admits defeat.

Everyone saw Zheng Jie being beaten, and everyone was looking forward to Zheng Jie rushing to the ring and harshly torture Zhao Fan.

Countless eyes were gathered on Zheng Jie who was falling next to the ring. Although the roar was still ringing, it became smaller and smaller until the whole audience was silent in the end.

Zheng Jie hugged the arm that had just swung his fist tightly, his huge body cursed on the ground, cursing fiercely, but he had no intention of continuing to fight.

Zhao Fan looked at the audience with a faint look and looked at Zheng Jie again.

Zheng Jie looks like a stupid man with only brute force, but his mind is more active than everyone imagines and he sees the opportunity very quickly. It is really not up to luck to be able to live in such an environment.

"Zheng Jie, are you going to give in?"

A cold voice came from the direction of the attic. Zheng Jie's body trembled slightly, then he flipped his body hard, and pointed at his arm with a crazy expression.

Until this time, everyone could see clearly that the man's arm had been twisted at an impossible angle, and it had been broken and could not be broken any more...

"It's really a fucking thing to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger. We've all misunderstood!"

"It would be great if I had just put some bets on this kid. This kind of newcomer has at least twenty times the odds."

Seeing this scene, many people took a breath.

It was just one punch, and there was no earth-shaking movement. Moreover, it was only after Zheng Jie took action, but it magically changed the size to two Zhao Fans Zheng Jie, who could almost change it, and knocked out so easily, and broke one of his arms.

Zhao Fan also reacted and muttered in a low voice: "I've used too much force!"

The strength jumped too fast, so how could it be fully mastered in a short period of time? It was true that he held back, but the power after holding back was still much stronger than before. Even though Zheng Jie had the strength of secret force, he still had a broken arm.

"In this battle, challenger Mr. Li Fan won!"

The referee in charge of beating the gong glanced at Zhao Fan on the ring in surprise, and gently beat the gong, set the result of the battle.

There was no cheering or cursing, and the boxing ring seemed a little quiet and excessive.

Especially the person who said that Zhao Fan could only hold on for three seconds just now, he felt like he was slapped hard on his face, and it hurts so much.

"Mr. Li Fan, do you still want to continue? If you don't continue, you can go to the office to collect your deposit and bonus."

The host holding the microphone was stunned for a moment before looking at Zhao Fan and asked. His eyes were no longer as frivolous as he had at first, but a kind of respect for the strong.

"continue!"

Zhao Fan stood on the stage and didn't move, and said lightly.
Chapter completed!