A Kun Peng suddenly appeared on Zhou Zhipeng's body. A pair of huge wings extended from his chest to his back.
The feathers were distinct and lifelike.
As for the Kun Peng with its mouth wide open in front of its chest, its mouth was deep and serene, as if it could swallow everything.
The huge tail curled up on its abdomen and was about to jump out. It was very domineering.
It caused a series of exclamations.
"F * ck, it's the Kun Peng!"
"I've finally seen the Kun Peng tattoo. It's so cool.”
"This kind of tattoo that is revealed during the event is said to be made with pigeon blood. It's too handsome!”
……
Ah Run's eyes were full of stars.”
Thirteenth Sister pinched her." Are you a lovestruck fool? You're watching a boxing match, not a person."”
The pheasant at the side had a look of disdain and muttered softly,""What's the use of being flashy?”
Just as Shanji finished speaking.
Zhou Zhipeng was forced into a corner.
With a twist of his feet, he slid behind Cola like he was ice skating.
Immediately after, he bent his back and jumped up.
His body suddenly grew larger, and he punched out, causing all the bones in his body to ring.
It was like a large blunt weapon smashing down.
Before Cola could react, a punch landed on his back, causing his muscles to collapse.
A deep fist mark was left on his back.
A sweet taste gushed out of his throat.
He flew out and crashed into the guardrail.
The guardrails started to shake.
The short mules below the stage could not help but cry out.
"D * mn, so fierce!"
"If this punch hits me, I'll die!”
"Too ferocious!"
Thirteenth Sister and Ah Run, on the other hand, were overjoyed. Their voices were hoarse from shouting," Kun Peng is number one. Kun Peng, you can do it!"
"Ah!"
Cola endured the pain and got up, ready to stake everything on this.
He attacked fiercely and made a final struggle. His fists turned into fist shadows.
Zhou Zhi Peng raised one hand and lowered the other. Amid Cola's fist shadows, he charged forward.
"Bang bang bang…"
One step, one punch. His fist was like a landslide.
"Bang!"
The Cola Fist Technique started to scatter.
He only felt that it was very difficult for him to deal with it, and he could no longer hit anyone.
Every time he threw a punch, a powerful fist would hit him.
Bang! Bang!
It was as if the other party could always predict the future and block his fist path.
Moreover, the strength of his fist was so great that it was scary.
As they fought, it felt like they were competing with a huge mountain.
The opponent's fist was like a mountain torrent.
As a result, he punched out twelve times in a row, but each punch missed, and he could not release his strength at all.
He couldn't express his frustration.
But at this moment, Zhou Zhipeng was taking advantage of the victory to pursue.
If he took off his boxing gloves, he would find that his fists were red like a branding iron.
The punch passed through Cola's fist shadow and landed on his head.
"Puff!"
A crisp sound rang out, as if a watermelon had been smashed.
Cola's expression froze in disbelief.
The head twisted and deformed, directly flipping out of the arena and falling to the ground, red and white splattering everywhere.
He went down to sell salted duck eggs on the spot.
Cola…Dead…
In the arena, everyone's breathing stopped.
How long had it been since Cola died?
Cola, the golden belt boxing champion who had won nine consecutive matches, had fallen!!!
Was the Kun Peng so fierce?
Cola was on par with Red Staff.
It could be said that he was the best fighter under White-Headed Wolf.
Just like that, his head was blown up by the Kun Peng's punch.
Xian Shi's expression was very ugly at this moment. He covered his face with his hands and looked constipated.
"Boss, don't be too sad. Cola is dead.”Fatty Dragon comforted.
"F * ck, why would I be sad? Cola is dead, and my bet of one million yuan is gone. The Union Society has lost all their face!”
Salty Shirt's face was ferocious.
He wouldn't be upset over a soldier from East Star.
He was sad that his money and face were gone!
Now, he even had the thought of killing Zhou Zhipeng.
However, he couldn't say anything openly now. It would be embarrassing.
Looking at Zhou Zhipeng on the stage with his hands raised high in victory, surrounded by flowers, beautiful women, and cheers, he felt that he was an eyesore.
"The United Society has lost. We solemnly invite Xian Shi to come on stage and give a speech.”
Jing Kun saw that Xian Shi was about to run away, so he picked up the microphone in Ah Bao's hand and said loudly.
"Say something, say something, say something!”
The people who bet on Kun Peng winning were jubilant and cheered loudly.
Salty Shirt could only brace himself and walk up the stage.
The gambler who had won the cola bet lost everything. He angrily picked up the mineral water bottles, soda bottles, cigarette packs, and torn gambling tickets in his hands.
All of them greeted Salty Head.
His head was bloodshot, and he wished he could tear the Kun Peng apart.
However, if he fled now, he would become the joke of the entire martial world.
He could only pick up the microphone and say reluctantly,
"Kun Peng won today's boxing match.”
"Our Union is an old brand. We stand by our words. We have always been loyal to the internal and lectured to the external!”
"From today onwards, the enmity between Kun Peng and our union will be written off.”
"As long as he doesn't seek death, our Union Society will definitely not find trouble with him!”
After saying that, Xian Shi threw down the microphone and left dejectedly amidst the sighs of the crowd.
His words were of a high standard.
Kun Peng did not seek death, and the United Society did not seek trouble, but was he seeking death?
The short mules who lost money sighed and cursed.
"Damn it, I've seen a ghost. Where did this kid Kun Peng come from? If he had such strength, he should have said so earlier. He made me lose 10,000 yuan!”
"Cola, that short-lived bastard, was sent off to sell salted duck eggs with a single punch.”
"If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have bought Coke. What nine-win streak, gold belt champion? Bullshit, he's a fake!”
……
The people who won money from betting on the Kun Peng happily shared their joy with the people beside them.
"I've said it before. Kun Peng showed his talent during the battle at Mount Ciyun. He's not an ordinary person.”
"Who doesn't know how to be wise after the fact? At that time, you even advised me to buy less, and I regretted it to death.”
"Kun Peng, this is called the Yangtze River's new wave pushing the previous wave. The previous wave dies on the beach, so what's Cola?”
"Kun Peng, a newbie who just joined the club, is really amazing.”
"That's right. I have good taste and bought a lot. I'm rich!”
……
At the scene, many people cast admiring gazes at the Kun Peng.
Zhou Zhipeng did not expect that his punch had caused such a huge commotion.
It was estimated that this popularity would surpass the battle at Mount Ciyun.
Some people had even given him the title of Kun Peng, the Fist King.
It became one of the hot topics in the game.
Chen Haonan and the other pheasants, who were in the audience, were completely dumbfounded.
Zhou Zhipeng's punch seemed to have stunned them.
"That damn loser, why is he so sharp? My 8,000 yuan!”
The pheasant's expression was pained, and anger rose.
Exploding Skin was depressed." I also put in 8,000 yuan. All my money is gone. Bastard."”
Da Tian Er was also in disbelief."You're so good at fighting. Why didn't I notice it before?”
Chen Haonan lowered his head.
"It's not that we didn't notice. We chose to ignore it.”
"Whether it was on the court or in the battle at Zi Ci Yun Mountain, this kid was not a good person.”
"In the future, before we become strong, no one should provoke him. Do you hear me?”
?" Kun Peng, that bastard,"? the pheasant said indignantly." He's too lucky. He's so glorious."”
"If we had known earlier, we would have joined forces to teach him a lesson after the incident at the stadium.”
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