Suddenly a madman sharpens his knife at night

Chapter 9 Crazy Tiger
  In fact, Lu Hu wanted to hit Niu Biao's neck, but when Niu Biao fell to the ground, he pressed his chin firmly to protect his neck.

Just by relying on this reaction, Niu Biao far exceeded the average level of the third Death Fighter.

After all, Coach Li had arranged the candidates for this deadly fight, in order to quickly get rid of Lu Hu, who he didn't like.

Although the fist that hit Niu Biao's face was so fierce that it completely disfigured Niu Biao's face, it only caused Niu Biao pain and did not damage his fighting power.

But the audience in the audience didn't care so much. As soon as they saw that the situation had changed, they immediately shouted loudly.

"Damn it, seize this opportunity and fuck him to death!"

"Fuck, I was scared to death in front of you. I thought you were done!"

"Niu Biao, you fucking idiot! Get up and end the fight, don't be embarrassed and conspicuous!"

At this time, the audience was like a pot of boiling water, roaring!
  After Lu Hu punched him for the fourth time, Niu Biao actually hit his fist with his head.

This headbutt actually knocked his fist soft, and Lu Hu thought he was going to suffer. Sure enough, Niu Biao burst out with a majestic force, pushed Lu Hu on him, and then turned over and pressed against Lu Hu. On the body.

"What did you say before? I didn't hear it. Say it again!"

Niu Biao's face was covered with blood, he raised his fist high, stared, and squeezed out these words from his throat. For some reason, the fist turned slightly black in Lu Hu's sight, and there was an extremely terrifying force in it. Convergence.

A kind of death crisis flowed out of his heart, making him feel that if Niu Biao punched him, his head would be blown off!
  "I said...!" Lu Hu's voice was extremely hoarse, as if it was rubbed with rough sandpaper.

"I, Lu Hu, will never die here today!"

As soon as he said this, Lu Hu pushed his knees hard and went straight to Niu Biao's crotch!

Although the man's crotch is not fatal, a heavy blow is enough to make any man's life worse than death!
  Niu Biao is Zaibiao, but he has not yet trained his crotch to the point where it can withstand Lu Hu's hard-pressed knees.

"boom!"

"Sigh~"

The entire audience suddenly took a deep breath, couldn't help but squeeze their legs together, and looked pale.

This is the case for all bystanders. As the rightful leader, Niu Biao feels like he has been struck by lightning!

His eyes immediately became bloodshot, and he stared so hard that his eyeballs almost fell out of his head. A miserable and shrill wail came out, and his whole body went limp.

Lu Hu added another blow.

"Ah~"

This was not from Niu Biao, but from the audience, who couldn't help but groan.

But Niu Biao's whole body was already trembling, and the blood immediately stained his crotch red!

Lu Hu pushed Niu Biao away, kicked him in the chin, and pushed Niu Biao's head to the ground, completely exposing his throat.

Lu Hu didn't pause, jumped up, put his knees to his throat, and pressed down hard.

"Crack!"

The bones of the throat were completely shattered, and white bone stubble pierced the flesh and blood from one side and popped out. Niu Biao's head had also been tilted at a weird angle.

This time, there was no need for the host to announce it, everyone present knew the outcome of the fight to the death.

Lu Hu felt like his whole body was falling apart. Looking at his body, black and red bruises appeared on his skin.

He clutched his ribs and stood up despite the severe pain. The cheers he expected did not sound.

Everyone in the audience stared at him blankly, but his face was ferocious in pain, and the forehead muscles on his face kept twitching.

He looked around the field and found Mr. Ning with dull eyes.

"Master, I won!" Mr. Ning was stunned for half a second, and finally reacted, "Okay, reward...!"

Mr. Ning blankly took out a piece of silver from his arms and threw it up without even looking at it.

At this time, the host stepped onto the stage and caught the money. As soon as he took it, even he didn't recognize it and took a breath.

"My dear, this is fifty taels of silver. I have never encountered a D-level field in Anyang Mansion!"

But his expression was fleeting.

"Thank you Mr. Ning for the fifty taels of silver reward, allowing us to dedicate all the shouts, screams, and roars to our Lu Hu. He used his own strength to prove to everyone that warriors are not that good. It's terrifying. Ordinary people can also kill warriors with their fists. No, he is not an ordinary person, he is a tiger, a big insect, a crazy tiger that chooses people to eat!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!"

The applause began to grow from sparse to loud, and finally resounded throughout the audience.

In the death arena, there are usually only shouts, roars, and applause. Only those who appear are B-level and above. But today, just like the reward of fifty taels of silver, the first Appeared once in a D-level death arena!

At this moment, everyone who supported Lu Hu, those who were neutral, or even those who had lost money, all shouted at Lu Hu.

"Crazy tiger!"

"Crazy tiger!"

"Crazy tiger!"

Lu Hu's cruel treatment of Niu Biao made all the men in the audience feel the same pain. They recognized the name of Crazy Tiger and all shouted.

The noise was so loud that everyone was shouting at the top of their lungs with excitement, as if they were going to tear down the roof.

In the box.

The manager laughed loudly and his face turned red. He was not excited because of Lu Hu's victory in the fight to the death, but he was excited because he saw a lot of money in Lu Hu.

"Okay, okay, okay!" He said three good words in a row, and a layer of oily sweat oozed from the fat on his neck.

"Take the person down quickly, treat the injury, use good medicine, and don't leave any hidden injuries! The card of our field is determined by Lu Hu, do you understand?"

"Yes, Manager!" the two people behind him responded.

The manager said that no matter how much Coach Li felt that Lu Hu's battle was a trick, he would not dare to say anything else.

After all, the Senluo Society has rules!

Just when the underground death arena in Anyang Fucheng was bustling with excitement.

A Taoist temple in the southeast of the city.

The incense burner curled up, and the sound of chanting sutras during evening classes hovered over the Taoist temple along with the green smoke.

A room deep in the Taoist temple.

An old Taoist was sitting cross-legged on the futon with his eyes closed. No candles were lit in the room. In the darkness in front of him, there was a burly and huge black figure.

"Taoist Master, the seven days of heavy rain promised have only lasted for five days. Two days of rain have been missing. Can the epidemic of the victims outside the city be washed away?"

The old Taoist didn't open his eyes, and an old voice came out, "This is a destiny. As the saying goes, it is difficult to violate the will of God, so what can a poor Taoist do?"

"Taoist Master, can't you open the altar again and pray for rain? Don't do it too much, just make up for those two days! Of course, the money for incense is not a problem!"

"Alas~" The old Taoist opened his eyes and looked at the big man in front of him, "I don't want to, but I really can't. During these days, don't go out at night."

(End of this chapter)