Chapter 18: Stick God

The two people left very fast, and the whole process was completed in three seconds. Even Wang Qi, who has greatly improved his physical quality in all aspects after having the power, dares not say that his speed is comparable to the two just now, especially the short man.

After the tall and short two jumped from the window on the 33rd floor, the knives in their hands closed and quickly turned up, unexpectedly flying in the air with the two.

When such a thing happened, Wang Qi and Xiaoke's mood was swept away. The next day, the two drove back to Kangdu early in the morning. After returning, the baby sister also came back after the trip.

However, Wang Qi still takes Xiaoke to rest in his room every night. Moreover, Wang Qi also persuaded the baby sister to bring her boyfriend back, but the baby sister still failed to do that, and naturally she would not tell her uncles and aunts about Wang Qi bringing Xiaoke back. Moreover, the baby sister and Xiaoke are both kind-hearted women and soon become good friends. Sometimes when Wang Qi wants to find Xiaoke to play, Xiaoke is not there, so she must have gone shopping with the baby sister.

The third day of coming back is a rare big day at the real man's meeting. In the evening, Wang Qi and Xiaoke finished their meals early and drove to the basement of the real man's venue.

Today is a wonderful day when the 20-year-old stick god, who has been winning since his appearance, personally issued a challenge book to challenge the current boxing emperor Kuroko.

"Honey, come on, come on, I won't sleep with you tonight if I can't catch the game."

Wang Qi was still watching TV and eating dinner, but Xiao Ke was already standing at the door, with his hands on his waist and threatening Wang Qi. Wang Qi suddenly had no choice but to devour the rice in the bowl, change his clothes and go out with Xiaoke.

Wang Qi drove a Mercedes-Benz and quickly went to the real man's club. Along the way, Wang Qi was constantly performing thrilling moments in crowded vehicles, and Xiaoke was not persuading Wang Qi to slow down at this time. Looking at the fast watch in his hand, Xiao Ke was constantly encouraging Wang Qi to accelerate.

With more than 10 minutes before the start of the game, Wang Qi and Xiaoke finally squeezed into the stands of the venue. The center of the venue is a square site with a side length of 10 meters, and the ground is paved with cement.

There is an iron in each of the four corners of the square, and the iron is surrounded by elastic ropes to form a spacious and simple ring.

Ordinary people can become semi-disabled just by falling on the ring. The ring is surrounded by a circular viewing, which can accommodate 3,000 people at the same time.

Wang Qi spent 50,000 yuan to buy two front tickets and sat quietly in a leather chair, waiting for the start of the game.

"Did you bet?"

Xiaoke asked with an excited face.

"I bet, 100,000 stick gods, hee hee, girl, you can pray."

When he came to his seat, Wang Qiyi went to the casino in the corner of the venue and bet 100,000. In today's game, both sides are strong. The number of people who bet has also doubled as usual.

However, in comparison, the majority of the bet blacks have won. After all, blacks has played in the real men's venue for more than three years and has been firmly ranked first for three consecutive years.

Even if the stick god has not been defeated since he played, in front of an opponent with such strength and experience as Heizi, people still can't rest assured to bet their tickets on this 20-year-old boy whose childishness has not faded.

"Okay, please be quiet. The game will start soon. Now we invite the two most powerful warriors of the 'Real Men' Club', Heizi and Stick God, to appear???"

A young woman, dressed extremely **, screamed and announced the appearance of Stick God and Kuroko.

Suddenly, the venue was not quiet, but more noisy. Whistling, shouting, cheering, screaming up and down, never broken????

After a few seconds, the stick god took the lead in coming out from under the curtain of the back door of the venue. The stick's face was extremely solemn, not like the expression a 20-year-old boy should have. Wearing two black and loose shorts. Wearing a red cloak outside.

However, a crazier scene appeared. I saw a tough and dark-skinned man coming out like a beast.

From the appearance and skin color of a man, it is not difficult to see that he is from all over the world. The man's eyes were full of murder, and as soon as he came on stage, he glanced at the stick god with contempt.

Heizi wore a black sportswear and stood tall on the ring. Wang Qi was suppressed by the fierceness emitted by Heizi in an instant, and his heart felt extremely depressed.

"Hmm, this boy really lived enough. He thought he had defeated some little people before. Send a challenge directly to the black man and find him to die.

After the two most powerful masters of the 'Real Men's Club' appeared, the people under the stage began to talk about it. Well, maybe it's really a wrong bet. This stick god doesn't look like a black man who can win.

Forget it, since it's all been bet, let's support the stick god. After all, he hasn't worshipped since he appeared in the 'Real Men's Club' game..."

Not long after the two appeared, the discussion became more noisy, and the loud sighs of the blockbuster sounded. Presumably, they are all the people who bet on the victory of the stick. Indeed, even Wang Qi had no confidence in the victory of the stick god after seeing the black man who came on the court.

"When???"

The harsh gong sounded, and the sexy girl held up a wooden card in black thongs, announcing the start of the first round of the game.

Both the stick god and the black man on the field raised their vigilance, half a meter away from each other, staring at each other. After nearly ten seconds, Heizi took the lead in launching an attack, and a straight punch quickly drew out, sweeping at the stick god with a strong wind.

The stick god waved his right hand and waved out a stick more than one meter long.

"When???"

Heizi's fist hit the stick fiercely, since it made the sound of metal collision. In the competition in the ring, contestants can bring their own weapons (except for hot weapons such as firearms). And the stick god has been using a stick since it came out of the plug.

The black man did not hold any weapons in his hand, but put a steel fist on his fist. Heizi failed to hit, his feet slipped, and his body flashed to the stick god. Such a fast speed caused an exclamation from the stands. The black man who quickly came to the stick god and stabbed the stick god in the abdomen again.

The stick god's eyes lit up, and the long stick in his hand turned to block the black man's hard fist again. However, Kuroko did not stop and quickly swept out a foot and punched the body of the stick god at the same time.

At the foot of the stick god, he jumped sideways and lost his center of gravity. He didn't have time to dodge again. He just hit a punch from behind the black man.

"K???"

The sound of bone breaking sounded, and the stick god fell to the ground pale.

"Hu???"

Seeing the fallen stick god, there was another boo in the stands. Xiao Ke stood up nervously and held Wang Qi's arm tightly.

Wang Qi's eyes were straight, and I have to say that the punch that Heizi had planned just now was really wonderful. This is a man with strong practical experience.

Standing on the highest floor of the circular stand, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he also deeply admired Heizi's accurate calculation just now. At least, for Wang Qi and Xiaoyi, the skills summarized by this actual combat experience are the most lacking of the two.

The black man in the ring was not ready to give the stick god a chance to stand up. After punching that punch, his body exploded out again and kicked in the air again.

The stick god endured the severe pain on the calf of his left foot. The stick in his hand pushed hard and brought his body up quickly dodged the fierce foot of the black man.

At this time, the stick god is hanging on the long stick, which looks funny. Heizi sneered and hit with another heavy punch. The stick god's eyes were full of anger, but there was a smile on the corners of his mouth.

Heizi waved his right fist, tilted slightly to the right, and rushed out like a leopard.

With the help of the stick, the stick god jumped up and stepped over the top of the black man's head, and then with his right foot, the stick in his hand smashed back to the top of his black man's head.

"When???"

The sound of metal sounded again, and Wang Qi finally confirmed that it was not a wooden stick in his hand, but an iron bar. Heizi's head was suddenly bloody, and the clean ring was sprinkled with bright red.

"Fuck, I'm going to kill you today???"

The black man waved his big hand and took off his coat, revealing extremely strong and developed muscles.

The black man in the fury became faster and kept punching at the stick god. Under the fierce attack of the black man, the stick god also dodged only and dared not touch him head-on.

In a few seconds, the stick god was forced to the edge of the ring, and Heizi punched three times quickly. The unfortunate stick god dodged the first two punches and then hit the last heavy punch.

"Won???"

The body of the stick god was thrown directly by the surrounded spring rope, flew over the head of the black man, and fell in the center of the ring. The hard cement floor is about to break the body of the stick god. Kuroko's body flashed and appeared in front of the stick god again.

"Hey???"

There is already a lament in the audience, and it must be people who bet on winning by the stick. Of course, there is also the applause of the people who bet on the blacks to win. The stick god lying on the ground was very conscious, but his body could not exert any strength.

"I can't fall down, I want to stand up???"

The stick god repeated this sentence in his mind, and the black man's hard fist had been waved.

"Ah???"

Just as Kuroko's fierce right fist hit the head of the stick god, the stick god turned over and then jumped up. The iron rod in his hand stretched out like lightning, and the tip of the stick flashed with flames. Straight in the abdomen of the black man.