Zhang Yandao: "The time for the second boxing match today has been set. It's just 40 minutes later, and the time is very tight."

Ye Bingbing raised her eyebrows: "These people really don't give Lu Ming any time to rest."

"It does appear to be so now."

"It's not bad. What I'm most afraid of now is whether the same is true for the third fight after the second fight. If the time interval between each boxing match is less than 40 minutes, then even Lu Ming can't stand it even if it's iron."

Wang Chongjun's face was ugly, and there was some anger in his eyes. As a soldier, he was quite disgusted by such shameless behavior of Fighting Island.

Wei Peng also frowned and said, "The spinach company will take half an hour at the earliest to determine the odds. Forty minutes, they just set the time."

"How shameless."

"Fight Island's approach is disgusting."

"How can there be such a person in the world, I'm so sick."

Yesterday, Fighting Island arranged three games in a row, and everyone was already very angry.

But today they really saw the shamelessness of Fighting Island. First, they told Lu Ming ten minutes in advance that today's boxing match was a weapons round, and then they told Lu Ming that the second one would start 40 minutes after the first match. They couldn't use the same weapon.

Such a shameless act made all netizens angry.

Even people who don’t pay much attention to Lu Ming on weekdays can’t stand this kind of targeted treatment at this time,’

On the Internet, the eighteenth generations of the ancestors of Fighting Island have been greeted again.

There are some hackers in the function, who directly found all the names and photos of the top executives of Fighting Island, were nailed to the pillar of shame, and were cast aside by millions of people.

However, these practices are even less harmful to these people on Fighting Island than being bitten by a mosquito.

People who can achieve their level have long since cared about their face, they only have interests in their eyes.

If the ashes can be sold for money, they would be willing to take out the ashes of their ancestors for the eighteenth generation and sell them.

...

In the presidential suite, the high-rises of Fighting Island gathered together.

After watching Lu Ming's first boxing match, their expressions were not very good-looking.

"Where did this Lu Ming come from? Why is he so good at weapons?"

"I have an ominous feeling."

"Look at it." The bald fat Dave said: "A person's physical strength is limited. I don't believe that this Lu Ming is made of iron. Even if it is exhausted today, I will exhaust him to death!"

Forty minutes passed quickly.

Lu Ming also saw his opponent in the second game.

A man in his thirties, with a body that is not much like Miyamoto Yixin, with a short head and a lot of tattoos on his arms and legs.

There is a scar on his face, extending from under the left eye to the right chin, like a ferocious centipede. I don't know what it was, and he almost cut his head in half.

His weapon is a knife, a watermelon knife.

The temperament of this man's clothes and the weapons he used made Lu Ming a little confused.

Although in Daxia, anything can be used as a weapon, even folding stools, but the only people who use watermelon knives seem to be those gangsters, and others really don't have the habit of using this thing.

But Jean didn't need to know the identity of the other party, he got up and walked towards the weapon rack, hesitated for a moment, and grabbed a... hammer.

A giant hammer born like a pumpkin.

He threw the giant hammer in his hand twice to test the feel, and then nodded with satisfaction.

The weight of this thing is good, and it is more convenient to use. There is only one word, smash!

The so-called one-power drop-ten will, this fifty-kilogram hammer goes down, no matter what kind of ghosts and snakes you are on the opposite side, it can smash him into the air.

He grabbed it casually, relaxed me in his hand, and returned to the bottom position.

Gu Ying stared blankly at the giant hammer in his hand and said, "Lu Shen, are you going to use this... club?"

"What kind of hammer, it's called a pumpkin hammer." Lu Ming said helplessly: "I was not allowed to use a knife, so I took it as I saw it."

Gu Ying's head is full of black lines, this thing is not easy to use at first glance, Lu Ming picked this weapon is not a joke.

She turned her head to look at the staff and said, "Can the weapon be changed?"

The staff quickly shook his head: "No, once the weapon is selected, it cannot be replaced."

"Road God just took it down and tried it out."

"That doesn't work either." The staff member was about to cry: "Ma'am, please don't make it difficult for us."

"…All right."

"It's over, the god of the road has chosen a club."

"It's sloppy, and Lushen is too sloppy. If you can't use a knife, you can even use a wooden stick. You can play with a hammer..."

"What's wrong with me... I just bought Lushen Win, can I get a refund?"

"What do you say... Now I can only hope that Lushen will use this mallet, right?"

"Hehe, pumpkin hammer vs watermelon knife, is this vegetable vs fruit?"

The top executives of Fighting Island in the live broadcast room also burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, this time it's stable, it's stable!"

"Looks like Lu Ming panicked and chose such a weapon. I want to see if he can play around."

"This pumpkin weighs 50 kilograms. In the ancient times of Xia, only some generals who were born with divine power would use this. I didn't expect Lu Ming to choose this too." The brawny man smiled and said, "I want to see how many weapons he can use."

His name is Jason, a beautiful American, a former boxer, and the only one who is a member of the Fight Island board of directors as a boxer.

His life is legendary.

Will Lu Ming actually use a giant hammer? Strong man Jason didn't know, but he always felt that Lu Ming should not be a person who would choose a weapon for himself.

If Lu Ming could know his guess, he would definitely give him a thumbs up.

He can't use a giant hammer? This is of course impossible.

He is a person who has learned all national arts. Although hammering is rare in Daxia, it is not without it.

What's more, even without those skills, with his current strength, he can still play with this hundred-pound hammer.

He chose this weapon just to test how these people on Fight Island would target him.

The result did not disappoint him, these people really did everything they could to make him lose the game.

But if they really thought he'd lose with the hammer, they'd be so wrong.

He will tell them with practical actions, no matter what weapons are used, no matter what opponents they face.

In the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy and tricks are false.

Today, he will teach these people to be human with the hammer in his hand.

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