Chapter 69

On the Arena

"my fist......"

Tyson sat on the ground and saw that the five fingers of his right hand were irregularly twisted, like a twisted cane. Broken bone spurs pierced the skin on the back of his hand, exposing the dense white bones. Even if you look closely, you will find that the joints of his right hand have obviously collapsed. , that’s how the bones are crushed.

As for the glove, it had already been shattered in the powerful collision, and only the wrist part was still there.

Severe pain hit him one after another, causing Tyson's dark face to be covered with cold sweat.

He knew that his right fist had been shattered and fractured.

However, he didn't care about this very much. What Tyson cared about more was that his fist, which contained his lifelong belief and strength, was defeated by Mo Wen in such a brutal way.

He smashed his fist with his headbutt.

Looking at Tyson who was lying on the ground, holding his wrist with a shocked expression on his face, the cruel and fanatical emotions in Mo Wen's eyes softened a little.

"Still going on, Tyson?"

Mo Wen asked flatly, with a hint of unnoticeable expectation in his tone.

He expected to hear those two words.

However, Tyson's answer disappointed him.

"No more fighting, Mo Wen, I lost."Tyson didn't hesitate, sighed and admitted defeat.

Even his only weapon was shattered, how could he continue to fight?

"That's it."

I don't know why, but Tyson seemed to hear a hint of disappointment in Mo Wen's tone.

Tyson shook his head. He must have heard wrong. A private game was already so intense that it could even To describe it as tragic, how could Mo Wen still be disappointed.

But he didn't know that Mo Wen had finally seen a fighter who could knock him back and even make him feel intense pain. He really wanted to fight more For a while.

He vented the energy in his body that was almost overflowing.

Mo Wen even felt a trace of regret. He shouldn't have been so excited and used too much strength. He shouldn't have smashed Tyson's fist. In this case, Tyson might still be able to fight with him. Fight for a while by yourself.

But since things have become like this, let's forget it. There are many fighters in the world anyway, just look for them.

Mo Wen untied his gloves and walked over to take Tyson's broken fist. Right hand glove torn

"Should you go to the hospital or get bandaged here? I have a professional medical team here. Of course, Neon Sakura City Hospital is also very good."

Looking at Tyson's twisted and almost disabled right hand, Mo Wen said

"I'd better stay. If I go to the hospital and others find out that boxing champion Tyson suffered a comminuted fracture in his right hand, it will attract the attention of the world. This will not be good for you, Mo Wen, right?"

"But you have to make sure to heal my fist, otherwise my manager Sam will go crazy when he sees it when we go back."

"I even imagined how furious he would be when he returned."

Tyson said jokingly. He was not angry at all because the guy he relied on for food was defeated. Instead, he felt relieved and considered Mo Wen and chose to stay here for treatment.

Hearing this, Mo Wen couldn't help but smile:"Since you trust me, I can't let you down."

"Fu Bo!"

"Here we come, Master."

The door to the fitness area opened, and under the leadership of Butler Fu Bo, a medical team composed of 16 top director-level doctors, covering internal medicine, surgery and other fields walked in.

"Don't worry Tyson, my medical team can treat almost most diseases in this world."

Mo Wen looked at the stunned Tyson and said with a smile.

Ever since Mo Wen came into contact with the fighting field, he spent a lot of money to buy a large number of medical equipment, all of which were the latest models with the best functions. He also built a small The medical clinic is dedicated to serving himself.

The medical team alone costs him a lot of money every month, but Mo Wen doesn't care, he has plenty of money.

There is nothing wrong with spending money for the sake of his own life..

When Tyson was moved on the stage and pushed to the medical center, he gave Mo Wen a thumbs up with his good right hand.

"socool!! Mo Wen, you are so awesome. I have hope for my future life again, hahahaha."

As he was pushed further and further away, Tyson's laughter gradually disappeared.

Only Mo Wen and the butler waiting next to him were left in the fitness area.

"Forbes"

"I am here."The butler responded immediately.

"Let someone clean it up. I'm going back to rest."

Mo Wen said calmly and left directly.

"Please have a good rest, Master."

The housekeeper bowed slightly and stood up straight after Mo Wen left. He turned on the intercom and called the maids to come in and clean up the scene.

Looking at Mo Wen's leaving figure, the housekeeper couldn't help but sigh.

"Didn't even the boxing champion Tyson make the young master happy?"

The housekeeper is the person closest to Mo Wen, so he knows Mo Wen best.

Although Mo Wen spoke calmly just now, the housekeeper has already noticed his disappointment.

"I need to find a more powerful opponent!"

The steward thought in his mind......

Back in the bedroom, Mo Wen took a shower and called out the system.

Crystal water drops flowed over Mo Wen's solid body. The muscles with sharp edges and perfect lines were like the works of God, and the bones were wider than before, giving people an indescribable feeling.

【Ding, congratulations to the owner for winning and 100 points will be awarded.】

【Current points: 900]

Seeing the reward after winning, Mo Wen smiled.

"Tyson is pretty good and actually has 100 points."

I can't be unhappy. Tyson can be said to be the opponent who has given him the most points in the past 21 days. Since he obtained the [Terror Devouring] trait, Mo Wen has eaten a lot of highly nutritious food in every meal. After spending a lot of money, Mo Wen's physical fitness is improving every day. So much so that Mo Wen's physique has increased a lot.

Originally, Mo Wen's height was 185 cm, but now it has grown to 190 cm.

And before It has been said that a highly nutritious lunch can increase Mo Wen's strength by nearly 1 kilogram after absorbing nutrients, which is 0.5 KG.

Although this situation will gradually decrease as Mo Wen's physique continues to get stronger, it is still Steady increase.

In 21 days, not to mention the state of Mo Wen's physique, his strength alone has increased by at least 30 kilograms. In

21 days, his strength increased by 30 kilograms. What a terrifying improvement.

And this is all-round. The improvement is to become stronger on a cell-by-cell basis.

Therefore, when Mo Wen dueled with those fighting champions, the pressure dropped sharply. Even if he defeated them, the points gained were pitiful. It has only increased in 21 days. About 200 points.

Tyson put some pressure on him, so he couldn't help but burst out with some strength.

The result was that the fight was resolved instantly

"It seems that we can no longer find players in these sports fields, the purity is too low."

Walking out of the bathroom, Mo Wen lay naked on the bed, resting his head on his hands, squinting his eyes and thinking.

【Ding, there are new flash sale products, please pay attention to check them]

Suddenly, Mo Wen heard a system prompt....... ps: The protagonist's strength has not collapsed. It is not surprising at all to kill boxing champion Tyson in an instant. After all, a bosozoku can beat boxing champion Tyson to cripple his hands. Later, Saba can easily kill a world champion in fighting competition in an instant.

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