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Chapter 500 11. Still Weightlifting
The thick armor covered his figure, with blood stains and scratches remaining on it, and a fierce aura rushed towards his face.The ferocious helmet has sharp edges and corners, and the opening of the face is dark. It can only feel that there are fierce eyes seeping through it.

Mr. Crow was dazed for a long time, and his expression suddenly turned strange. He...why didn't he come up.

The game is about to start, and if he doesn't come up again, he will be sentenced to forfeit.

I only heard a muffled voice coming from inside the armor: "Hey - help, I can't get up."

Mr. Crow put on a weird look, walked over quickly and grabbed Mu Su's arm, making his legs stretched and moved up the stage step by step.

"Thank you, the armor is too unreasonable, I can't bend my legs." The voice inside was very shy, and Mr. Crow couldn't help but look up at his name, Mu Su.

"Inexplicably familiar..." Mr. Crow whispered.

Ding--

The bronze bell rang for the second time at the referee's seat, indicating that the competitions in each arena can start.

The rules are simple. In a 10-minute game, an effective hit to the head will count as 1 point, and other parts will not count.The player with the most points at the end of the game wins.If the opponent falls to the ground for 10 seconds in the game, it is considered a victory.

Mr. Crow returned to the original taste.The referee walked up to the two of them, ready to call the start.

At this moment, Mr. Ya felt blessed and remembered a serious matter that he had forgotten.

"Wait a minute!" Mr. Crow raised his arm, fearing he would be a second late.After the referee looked over, he raised his finger to Musu: "Referee, can you still wear protective gear in boxing matches?"

Slowly said: "No."

Mu Su raised his head and said proudly: "Did you hear that, Mr. Referee said no."

Mr. Crow took a few seconds to figure out the order, and then looked at the referee who had no words.

The surrounding ring had already started fighting, and the referee turned to Mu Su slowly: "Please take off your protective gear."

"Damn it... I thought I couldn't see it." Musu complained from inside the armor.

Hey, only the blind can't see it...Mr. Crow stopped talking, silently staring at Mu Su as he removed his armor.The referee is not as good as him, of course he will not be in a hurry

He first bent down to release his legs, but when he bent halfway, he was blocked by the iron plates between the armors.After a pause, Mu Su decided to take off the helmet first, otherwise it would be boring to see the outside world.

He straightened his waist and raised his arms, but when the two iron palms were more than ten centimeters away from the helmet, he couldn't move. The armor at the shoulder and elbow joints got stuck again, and the helmet couldn't be removed.Mu Su was drenched in cold sweat, how did he put it on...

Mu Su lowered his arms, froze for a moment like a robot with a power cut off, and then waved to Mr. Crow: "That young man over there, come and help."

"Ah? Oh..." Mr. Crow woke up like a dream, subconsciously glanced at the referee, and then stepped forward to help Mu Su pull off the helmet with a bitter face.

"call……"

Mu Su, who was sweating slightly, let out a long sigh of relief, and asked Mr. Ya to remove his two arms before bending down to remove other parts.

Holding the helmet in his hands, Mr. Crow watched in a daze as Mu Su dismantled the parts and threw them down the stage.

He thought for a while and asked, "Uh...don't these things need to be handled with care?"

Mu Su replied lightly: "It's okay, I picked it up in the waste recycling station, if you don't believe me, you can ask about it and it still smells bad."

Mr. Crow immediately looked disgusted, and lifted his helmet far away.

A few minutes later, several arenas had already completed their duels, and Mu Su had just taken off his armor.

After taking the helmet from Mr. Crow and throwing it behind his head, Mu Su shouted imposingly, "Let's fight!"

"Ah—who is it!"

At the back of the ring, a contestant was covering the back of his head and glaring at him. The helmet that Mu Su threw was under his feet.

Mu Su blinked innocently, and pointed to the ring next door where the battle was in full swing: "They threw it out."

After finally being fooled, Mu Su and Mr. Crow confronted each other, seeing that the battle was about to break out!
"Wait a minute for the referee, can you bring so many things in a boxing match?" Mr. Crow trembled suddenly, and then he noticed a piece of weapon around Mu Su's waist.

Swords, guns, swords and halberds, axes and hooks.Cudgels and sticks, whips, maces, and hammers.Kidnapper Meteor, what with sharp, thorny, ribbed, edged, velvet rope, chained, barbed hook, and Emei thorn, eighteen kinds of weapons are hung on the waist by a chain.

"Do you want to fight or not! Why are there so many demands!" the villain Musu complained first and shouted.

The referee still said slowly: "No."

Musu tried to reason and convince people with virtue: "I am an ancient Chinese, this is the custom of our Chinese. When we go out to fight, we will change into this battle skirt. Its name is to kill you three thousand. These are all well-founded. It can be checked!"

Mr. Crow couldn't help complaining: "Come on! I'm also of yellow race, why haven't I heard of it?"

Musu said bunana with a disdainful face.

The most exasperating thing is that his pronunciation is still wrong.

Untied the three-thousand battle skirt and threw it off the stage. Mu Su, who felt inexplicably naked, hugged his shoulders and looked at Mr. Crow again.

Mr. Crow once again found something wrong with Mu Su, and pointed at Mu Su's lower body and shouted, "What's stuffed in your pants!"

"I'm naturally beautiful, aren't I?"

Mr. Crow couldn't say a word: "You used the wrong idiom."

Mu Su proudly changed his words: "I have a lot of money, can't I!"

However, the referee found him and stretched out his skinny paws: "Please teach the illegal things."

"Tsk..." Mu Su softly tutted, and he didn't want to jump around a few times, and dropped a wrench from his trouser leg.

"and also."

"No mess!"

"and also."

"Tch..." Mr. Crow hesitated to speak but then Mu Su reached into his shorts and took out a small hammer.

"and also."

"It's really gone this time!"

After a stalemate for quite a while, Mu Su reluctantly took off the storage ring on his index finger and put it aside.

This is the city of hell, so it's quite reasonable to have storage rings, right?

It has been 5 minutes since the toss, but fortunately, the game can officially start.

Mu Su is going to help Karen, so he needs a quick fix.

The black eyes gradually became sharper, and the body bowed slightly in an attacking posture.Even if his teeth were pulled out, his claws were cut off, and he was no longer as mighty as he was when he was young, he was still Musu!

Mr. Crow's heart sank gradually, and he felt a strong oppression from Musu's gaze.Just when he couldn't help but wanted to take the first shot, Mu Su's expression froze, he looked behind him in astonishment, and said in a daze, "Referee, what are you doing?"

Mr. Crow has never seen Mu Su before, so he has no resistance to Mu Su's usual move.

He turned his head, but he didn't see the referee behind him. He turned back feeling suspicious, and saw a shadow of a fist getting closer and imprinted on his face.

Mr. Crow was hit hard and fell to the ground before he could react.The referee started to count the seconds, and at the third count, he finally came back to his senses, and just as he was about to get up, a icy cold light hit his forehead.

Musu held the Fujiang axe, his black eyes were sharp, and his voice was cold: "Get up, die."

(End of this chapter)