Chapter 85: Octagonal cage

Outside the octagonal cage, the black Tagore took off his vest, smiled and raised his hands, showing his strong and powerful muscles. <しHis actions caused the mercenaries below to scream and scream. Everyone knows that Tagore is a true melee combat expert, and in this octagonal cage, he has never encountered an opponent. Everyone is crazy for him, because everyone knows what kind of scene will be next.
The blood itself is a strong stimulus, especially for these mercenaries. So roaring and cheering and whistles are endless. This octagonal cage is the stage for fighters, and Tagore is the absolute star on this stage! Everyone stood up and applauded for him, and no one would look at the Asian who was indifferent.
The fight in the octagonal cage has not yet started, but the mercenaries' gambling game has already been placed. Everyone thinks this is a one-sided game, there is no suspense. Maybe the Asian guy will be beaten to the ground within a minute, and it may even take less than a minute. Therefore, the mercenaries' gambling game is not to bet on who will lose, but on whether Lin Rui can support Tagore for two minutes.
"I will also open a house, one to one, buy the Chinese to win!" Zhao Jianfei bit his cigar in his mouth, walked up, kicked the table where the mercenaries were betting, and dragged another table past. Zhao Jianfei is very famous in the mercenary world. Many people have heard of him, and they are afraid of him. So frightened by his lewdness, the other Zhuangzhuang mercenaries all flinched back. But hearing Zhao Jianfei's bet on Lin Rui's win, the mercenaries all looked at each other uncomfortably, but they hesitated. After all, they are a little afraid of Zhao Jianfei.
Zhao Jianfei sneered, "Why, are you still afraid that I won't give me money if I lose?" He said that he re-slapped a stack of banknotes on the table, "If you are willing to bet, get out!"
The mercenaries rushed up with a "boom", betting on Tagore to win. In their view, Zhao Jianfei's buying Lin Rui won in this way was simply giving money.
The audience was full of hustle and bustle, but the octagonal cage on the stage had already started. Tagore roared wildly, his body leaped up, and kicked Lin Rui's chin. His movements are vigorous and brave. At the age of twelve, he was already a famous and terrible thug. At the age of sixteen, he had defeated three butchers with knives in his hands.
Except for the guy named Tang Kun, he never saw anyone else in his eyes.
But after Tagore kicked it out, he knew that he had encountered a terrible opponent today. In the past seven or eight years, he has gone through hundreds of battles of all sizes, and of course he has a wealth of experience in fighting. Even under his anger, he can still tell the strength of his opponent.
He saw Lin Rui's people suddenly took a step back, and this step just avoided his attack, just avoiding his feet, and he never pushed back an inch. Keeping himself in a position and posture where it is easiest to launch a counterattack. What made Tagore more uneasy was that the Chinese youth didn't even blink. A powerful kick was suddenly raised in front of him, and most people would blink subconsciously, but Lin Rui did not.
Tagore took a deep breath, barely calming himself down, and now he saw that this person was definitely not an ordinary person. Masters and mediocre people, sometimes it is easy to distinguish through some details. After Lin Rui avoided Tagore's kick, although he maintained a very good position, he did not take advantage of the situation to counterattack.
A master like this will never shoot aimlessly. Because he was the same, as long as he shot, he didn't intend to let the opponent stand in front of him again. Tagore frowned slightly and said in his heart: Well, he is Chinese. Could it be that this young man is another master. Just like that Tang Kun before?
Tagore began to look at Lin Rui carefully, and finally determined that not only did he not recognize this person, but he had never seen him.
"You just got here?" he asked suddenly.
"Not bad." Lin Rui's eyes showed approval, and it was not easy for a person to suddenly calm down even when he was provoked.
"Your skill is very good?"
"so so."
"You are very confident, but do you really think you can beat me?" Tagore sneered.
"I don't know, so I want to try." Lin Rui smiled, "I can see that you are good at unarmed combat."
Tagore moved flexibly, his hands flickered and said, "You must think you can really beat me, don't you. Come and tell me, why?"
Lin Rui sighed, "You just acted like a man in front of everyone. I really didn't think you were such a cautious person. Come on, it's time to attack. My fists are already hungry and thirsty." Lin Rui smiled.
When he started to laugh, Tagore suddenly yelled and rushed in the air. He didn't really intend to ask why. When he did it himself, he would never answer these words, all of this was just to attract Lin Rui's attention.
Lin Rui didn't evade this time, but instead greeted him.
Tagore's punch came out, but Lin Rui's people had slipped past his ribs, and an elbow hit his backhand on his spine. Tagore staggered, then jumped up, and fisted with his right fist.
But Lin Rui had already grabbed his arm and twisted his backhand to reverse the articulation! ! ! Tagore immediately heard the sound of breaking his bones. It was a terrible sound that made people only want to vomit. But he did not spit it out.
Because Lin Rui's other hand had already hit the bridge of his nose heavily.
His face was immediately distorted under Lin Rui's fist, and Tagore "thumped" back several steps in a row, hitting his back against the wire netting of the octagonal cage. When Tagore raised his head, his face was full of blood. His nose was beaten crooked and the blood flow continued. No one thought it would be like this. Tagore, who was like a bull, would be beaten back by this young man. Lin Rui still had a smile on his face, and his eyes were full of confidence.
Tagore suddenly felt that the generally uncontrollable anger rushed up. His people had jumped up and rushed over angrily, looking like an angry black jaguar.
His feet flew up and kicked Lin Rui's throat. Brazilian Judo! This script should be a false move, he should have been in the hands of the real killing.
But Lin Rui didn't think so.
He knew that Tagore would never use this kind of routine against him, because many people are familiar with this standard Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu technique. Lin Rui stepped back, turned over, waved and slashed Tagore’s ankle, retreated, waved again. But Tagore had already volleyed up.
He didn't use any strange tricks, because he knew that no matter how strange the tricks were, he couldn't deal with Lin Rui. He used his beastly power. A power that no one can imagine.
Lin Rui suddenly found out that he was wrong. He didn't seem to make this bullish Tagore too angry. He realized that this flame of anger had burned every bit of Tagore's potential. It's like a sudden spray of oil from the earth, and the oil is suddenly burned. This kind of power is beyond anyone's control.
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