Chapter 52: Destroy

　　 At the end of the long dark passage, there was a cry from the audience longing for blood and victory.
Shalan walked towards the end of the passage step by step, the blood in the body was more and more boiling with each step, and the desire for victory and blood in the depths of the body slowly emerged, causing Shalan's eyes to lighten slightly, like The lone wolf in the night exudes a terrifying aura.
His larynx moved slightly, and he swallowed saliva. The complexion of Balbo's subordinate changed slightly. He was the closest to Shalan, and he could clearly feel the drastic changes in Shalan's momentum behind him, giving him a thorn on his back, as if he was caught The feeling of a wild beast staring from behind.
When he reached the end of the passage, Babo's hand respectfully made a please gesture to Shalan. Shalan nodded to him, then walked out of the passage, stepped onto the ring, and waited very relaxed. On the ring, watching a burly man in the opposite passage slowly walk out.
　　 When the guy on the opposite side came to the arena, the cheers of the audience in the underground fighting arena reached its peak, and the air boiled over it.
　　 "Next is a junior game. The two sides are facing the final chariot from Yuk New City, and the Black Thunder from Cynthia City!"
The host’s voice fell, and everyone in the audience began to call out the names of the players they supported, but the audience who called the name of the big man on the opposite side obviously had more than Shalan, and the loudness of the voice had safely drowned out the voices calling for the name of Black Ting, ending the battle. The name of the car resounded throughout the venue.
　　 "Hahaha, yes, it is me, I am the ultimate chariot, I am the winner! Cheers! Cheer my name!"
　　 raised his sturdy arms and ended the chariot's constant cheers at the surrounding audience. He walked around the arena and showed his strong body like a gorilla showing off his strength.
After walking for three laps, the Endgame station stood in front of Shalan, watching Shalan say without cutting, "A clown in a mask, I will let you know what a real fighter is, like you. The sissy with thin arms and legs should go home and hold mother's thighs for milk! Hahaha!"
　　As soon as the words of the Ending Tank fell, everyone in the stadium laughed loudly, making the Ending Tank even more proud.
　　 Shalan shook her head helplessly, looked at the referee standing aside, and said: "Referee, can the game start? I'm in a hurry and don't want to delay it."
Hearing what Shalan said, the chariot of the end was stunned for a moment, and his face quickly turned red. He grinned and said to Shalan: "Boy, I will break your bones piece by piece. I will take a look at that. Do you dare to be so arrogant!"
　　 did not take care of the end of the chariot, Shalan just stood there waiting for the start of the game.
At this time, the referee also saw that the atmosphere was almost fired, and immediately made a decision to start the game. He first pushed the finisher to the other side of the ring, then walked to the edge of the ring, looked around, and made sure that both sides were After there was no objection, he swiped one hand to announce the start of the game!
　　 At the moment when the referee announced the start of the game, the finisher roared and rushed towards Shalan, punching Shalan's face with a punch.
　　 just when his fist hit Shalan's face, he suddenly passed through without hitting Shalan at all.
Sharan evaded the moment he was hit by the fist of the Ender Chariot, bullied himself and broke into the arms of the Ender Chariot, and hit the left and right side abdomen and armpits of the Ender The end chariot roared and waved his arms to give Shalan a bear hug, but Shalan still avoided it very flexibly.
But seeing that Shalan's body was short, he avoided the arms of the end chariot, and his feet continued to step out on the spot. After the body turned to the end of the chariot body like a top, it swept out with the force of the body's rotation. A whip kick hit the waist of the final chariot, causing the final chariot's legs to soften and almost fell to the ground.
　　 "Asshole!"
　　 The sturdy arm swept out behind him, but Shalan had already moved backwards as soon as he touched it. This sweep of the end chariot naturally did not get the desired result.
　　The Ending Chariot slowly got up from the ground. He looked at Sha Lan who was standing not far away, and rushed towards Sha Lan again with a roar.
This time Shalan finally knows that although his opponent is physically strong, he is capable of boxing and wrestling, but if he really wants to talk about fighting skills, he will not have the ability to fight. After recognizing this, Shalan will not have much. Entangled, the muscles on his body gradually tensed, his legs instantly rushed into the arms of the end chariot, the muscles of his right arm were tense, and his right fist instantly hit the heart of the end chariot, and the end chariot was immediately affected by this. He turned his eyes and fell to the ground~EbookFREE.me~ but was beaten to death by Shalan.
Shalan shook her head dissatisfiedly, looking at the chariot of the end that fell on the ground, and glanced at the result that he was knocked down by the brawny man with three blows, five and two, and was surprised to the quiet audience, Shalan simply said. He waved his hand to the referee and walked down the ring and walked into the passage where he came.
　　 At this time, the cheers from the competition venue burst and didn't disappear for a long time.
Back in the lounge, Sharan washed his hands in the toilet in the lounge. When he walked out of the toilet, Balbo happened to walk in with his two men. The difference is that this time Balbo watched Shalan's eyes seemed to be looking at piles of money, and her posture was very low.
　　 "Mr. Black Ting, you never said that you are so strong."
　　 smiled and shook his head, Shalan said, "Mr. Barbo, you never asked me."
　　 "Mr. Black Ting, I boldly ask, are you still planning to participate in the competition with us?"
　　 "If there is a match, I would naturally be willing to participate, but I hope that the opponent will not be like today. It is really meaningless to fight."
　　 Hearing this, Babo nodded repeatedly and said: "Of course, of course, Mr. Black Ting, your strength is enough for the Intermediate Tournament, so I made an exception to promote you to the Intermediate Gladiator, and you can directly participate in the Intermediate Tournament.
　　 There are many low-level competitions every day, but the intermediate-level competitions are only held on Saturdays and Sundays. That means you can play one game every week, Mr. Black Ting. I don’t know what you think? "
　　 "Is it once a week? Yes, that's it. I come here every Saturday afternoon to take part in the competition, don’t know if it’s OK?
　　 "Of course, every Saturday at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, I am here waiting for Mr. Heiting to arrive."