Chapter 826: Death?

826、

Although he is similar in stature to Caldera, his combat experience far exceeds Caldera.

This can be seen from the crisscrossing scars on the opponent's body.

And the fierce and bloodthirsty expression on his face was not in disguise, and this alone was not comparable to Caldera.

Zhang Feng sneered at the corners of his mouth, and arranged for himself such an opponent, completely wanting to kill himself, so it is no wonder that Milik would remind himself to surrender if he fails.

Entering the iron cage, Zhang Feng carefully looked at his opponent again.

He noticed that the whites of his eyes were glowing with a faint red color, which was an external manifestation of taking medicine.

"Have you reached the current state after taking the medicine?"

For money, causing irreversible damage to their bodies, these people can really do everything.

"Reaper, tear him apart."

"kill him!"

"Oh oh oh..."

The spectators outside the cage yelled frantically, all of them supporting the **** of death one-sidedly, for Zhang Feng? They simply look down on it.

What Zhang Feng didn't know was that his odds against death were 1 to 100!

No one among the spectators would think that Zhang Feng would win, and the people in the boxing field would think that he would definitely lose. That's why they offered such outrageous odds.

The **** of death is a boxer supported by this boxing field. He has won all 20 battles. 19 of his opponents died on the spot. Only one person was rescued, but he was paralyzed for life!

With the sound of ‘ding’.

Without any hesitation, the **** of death roared directly, shaking his fists, and slammed directly at Zhang Feng.

fist?

Zhang Feng knew that there were waltz people watching in the audience, so he had to show his physical talent.

So what should I do when facing a fist?

The answer is naturally a pair of punches!

Without any dodge, without any fancy moves, Zhang Feng just twisted his waist and smashed out with the same punch.

Seeing Zhang Feng's movements, Death's eyes became even more red. He seemed to have seen his opponent's wrist broken, and then his fist slammed into his chest, then grabbed his heart and crushed it fiercely.

The audience in the audience also exclaimed!

"This Tyrone is such a fool, he dares to fist with Death."

"He is not stupid, but lunatic, completely mad."

"It's all looking for death!"

...

There was no room for effort, two fists slammed together, banging.

Zhang Feng's body kicked backwards three steps before he stood firm, his entire fist was slightly numb.

However, he knew that Death must be worse than himself.

Because he used the backward method to unload part of his strength, and the **** of death rushed over, and he didn't fall back at all, so he had nowhere to unload his strength.

Just as Zhang Feng thought, Death's right hand was shaking uncontrollably.

However, what was even more shocking was his heart!

Someone can resist his fist abruptly, and this person looks so weak that he can't accept it.

The audience in the audience also dropped their jaws in shock. Because they didn't see Zhang Feng being directly beaten to death with a punch, blood splashing on the spot.

"I want to crush your bones inch by inch!" Death said viciously.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Zhang Feng's mouth, "I hope your fist is half as powerful as your mouth."

"Humph!" With a muffled snort, Death rushed towards Zhang Feng again.

Seeing his right fist hit again, Zhang Feng frowned, and recovered so soon?

In a flash, he realized that in order to improve his physical skills, he had taken drugs for a long time, which made his nerves dull.

Becoming dull, the advantage is the loss of part of the pain. But the disadvantage is even more obvious, that is, his reaction speed will drop drastically.

Is that so?

Humph.

Zhang Feng hummed coldly, and did not choose to fight him again, because the punch just now was enough to prove his strength.

The body moved sideways and dodged directly.

The fist brushed Zhang Feng's cheek past, with fist wind.

If he missed a hit, Death wanted to turn around and punch again. How could Zhang Feng give him this opportunity.

The iron legs like a steel whip were drawn directly on his crotch, licking his yin feet, and he was still very skillful in the moves he hadn't used for a long time.

There was a crisp ‘pop’.

The **** of death suddenly screamed like a pig, and his whole body was raised three centimeters, two eyeballs almost popped out of his eye sockets.

The chin of the audience in the audience was shocked, almost falling to the ground, and many of them subconsciously covered their little brother.

Although they didn't kick themselves, but hearing this sound, they felt chilly under the hips.

Take advantage of your illness to kill you!

Zhang Feng didn't stop, twisting his waist and punching, his fist slammed into the temple of Death. The latter flew out like a torn sack and fell onto the ring.

What Zhang Feng didn't expect was that the **** of death stood up staggeringly.

There was blood overflowing from his mouth, dripping on his chest, very miserable. But even so, he was able to stand up.

Zhang Feng was also slightly surprised. He knew his own strength very well. Although he didn't use his full strength, it was enough to make a person lose his combat effectiveness and went into shock instantly.

"I'm going to kill you! I'll kill you." As the **** of death spoke, more blood spurted from his mouth.

His eyes stared at Zhang Feng like a beast, and he fumbled a vial out of his pocket.

Ok?

Zhang Feng's frown deepened. In Russia, some people took adrenaline while fighting against him. Now this **** of death actually also takes drugs.

I really don't know how to live or die. If I use my full strength just now, a punch will make him completely brain dead.

Now this **** of death, actually taking medicine in front of his own face, he kept killing himself.

Zhang Feng's killing intent was thoroughly aroused.

"Since you are looking for death, I will satisfy you."

This time, Zhang Feng took the initiative to rush towards Death.

The drug that the **** of death took was not adrenaline, but a nerve-stimulating drug.

This kind of drug is very widespread in the underground black boxing. After taking the effect, it will make people completely lose their minds. In a short time, they will become a beast that has no pain and no sense but only knows to kill.

The side effects of such drugs are also huge, that is, nerve damage, and this damage is irreversible.

By the time Zhang Feng rushed in front of him, the effect of the medicine had already taken effect.

The whites of the eyes of the **** of death had been completely replaced by blood red, and the blood red seemed to be able to drip out blood.

He didn't have any sense of mind, and saw Zhang Feng rushing over, and he rushed forward, and the blood basin rushed directly to Zhang Feng's neck to bite.