From Fist Wisdom Blade To Muscle Daming King

“Where will the arena be chosen this time?

"Why do you still need to take a boat to sea?"

Leng Kong lay on the beach chair on the deck of the cruise ship, enjoying the sun bath with his eyes closed.

"Old ghost Katahara's private island."

"And there will be no general spectators for this competition."

Ziyin, who was wearing her uniform as usual and holding a lady's cigarette in her hand, was wearing sunglasses and sitting under an umbrella.

"Private island?"

Leng Kong: "No audience?"

"Um"

Ziyin nodded, "Maybe it's because he's afraid that the secret skills of the Wu clan will be exposed during the battle, so the old ghost Katahara specially opened a special channel for his old partner, or maybe the old ghost Katahara has other ideas. Anyway, I can't figure out the old ghost. thoughts."

Katahara Midō is like a big mountain to Quan Yuan Enterprise, a towering mountain that no one dares to touch!

"Whatever, as long as we defeat the Wu clan's strongest ghost, they won't be entangled with each other again, right?"

Leng Kong picked up the iced drink and took a deep sip.

It feels so cool and refreshing!

"Well, after all, killer is a business, and the price is too high. The Wu clan will naturally give up, but the small boss who hired the Wu clan in the first place may suffer."

Ziyin took a comfortable puff of cigarette. The thick smoke entered her lungs and she slowly exhaled it.

"Why"

The four little ones were lying on the right side of the yacht, looking at the blue water below with pity on their faces.

"It's a pity that it's winter and the water temperature is too low to swim in the sea."

"That's it. That's it"

"I also bought a lot of beautiful bikinis that I won't be able to wear next year."

Sasakura pouted, then poked her increasingly developed chest muscles with her fingers, her face full of depression.

Originally, in order to meet handsome guys, she bought many swimsuits in the summer, but before she had time to wear them, her breasts couldn't fit in them.

bother!

"arrive!"

Looking at the black spots appearing on the sea, Ziyin raised her sunglasses and squinted.

"The strongest ghost of the Wu clan?"

"I'm looking forward to it!"

Leng Kong stood up and looked at the island ahead.

Three months, it had been three months since he had enjoyed the joy of fighting.

After Kuroki's guidance, he used meditation to eliminate the influence of death intention and depression on his mind, but this did not mean that his fighting intention was also reduced.

On the contrary, under the influence of Kuroki, his fighting spirit became more passionate and intense!

Because Kuroki can become the ultimate martial artist, his fighting spirit is extremely strong, but he has been suppressing it because he can't find an opponent.

The yacht docked, Leng Kong was wearing big slippers, wide beach shorts, and a white vest casually on his upper body. Shi Shiran stepped off the boat, followed by five gorgeously dressed girls and mature women.

Just looking at the surface, it doesn't look like they are here to fight at all, but more like tourists here for fun.

"Chairman Ziyin, please come here. The president and the Wu clan are already waiting."

Katahara Mitou arranged for the escort team at the stopping point. After everyone in Leng Kong came ashore, the leader, the bald man, stretched out his hand and walked in front to guide Ziyin.

Everyone walked through the rocky path and walked into a small valley.

"Girl Ziyin is here."

As soon as they entered the valley, two spirited old men came over slowly.

The one with black hair and black beard is Eriyo of the Kure clan, and the old man with white hair and white beard who is more spirited than him is none other than Katahara Mitou, the president of the Fist Wan!

"Clan Chief Wu, President Katahara!"

Ziyin responded enthusiastically.

"Is this your fighter?"

Katahara Mitou glanced at Leng Kong who was standing aside, and a smile appeared on his face: "Very good!"

Ziyin couldn't understand why the two big bosses were so enthusiastic towards her today, and said perfunctorily: "The president has given me a compliment, he is just a newcomer!"

"My vision is not wrong. Girl, do you want to try to be the president of Quan Yuan?"

Katahara Midou was as casual as eating and chatting, throwing an explosive topic at Ziyin.

"What?"

As expected, Ziyin's eyes widened instantly.

"I asked you, do you want to try to challenge me and become the next president of the Boxing Club?"

Katahara Mitou repeated it again.

"Uh don't want to!"

Unable to figure out what Katahara Mitou wanted to do, Ziyin decisively refused.

In the decades since this boss became the president of Quanyuan, almost no one of the following companies dared to take the lead.

Is she going to challenge?

I'm afraid I'm crazy!

Regardless of whether she had this ambition, she didn't dare to try even if she thought of the price that challengers would have to face.

Because once the challenger fails, all his net worth will be deprived of him by the Boxing Association.

Does this mean she is going to take her sister to the streets?

I don’t want it!

"Haha. This is such a pity!"

Katahara Mitou's eyes flashed with disappointment.

He also wanted Ziyin to jump out and play with him after he got a powerful fighter!

What bad thoughts can a hundred-year-old man have?

I simply don’t want to be the president.

Nowadays, young people are so lacking in courage that even though they themselves have taken the initiative to invite people, they are too frightened to move.

Boring!

"Asshole, do you still want to fight?"

"Come up quickly and fight with me!"

Seeing Leng Kong still paused on the spot, Wu Leian, who had been standing in the middle of the field for a long time, couldn't wait any longer.

"Leng Kong, you go first, I'll talk to President Katahara."

Ziyin saw that the two old men were still hanging around her and had no intention of moving, so she quickly took out a cigarette and lit it to calm down her shock.

Damn it, it seems to have been calculated!

I asked why the location was arranged on a private island. Are you trying to cause trouble?

"You are the strongest ghost of the Wu clan!"

Leng Kong threw off his slippers and walked to the front of Wu Lei'an.

"The strongest ghost?"

"Haha. Yes, I am the strongest ghost of the Wu clan!"

Wu Lei'an looked at the cold sky in front of him. Before the fight started, his eyes were already tilted with excitement.

For three months, in order to make sure that he could defeat the bastard in front of him, the old man kept him pressed and practiced for three full months!

If he couldn't beat Leng Kong half to death today, his anger and thoughts would be blocked!

"Jie Jie, although the old man told me not to beat you to death!"

"But if you don't let me have all the fun, I will still tear you apart, haha."

The anger and depression that had been squeezed out of March exploded, and Wu Leian's whole body exuded an extremely terrifying aura of cruelty.

The huge sense of oppression made the four little ones standing on the sidelines feel breathless, break out in cold sweat, and their bodies instinctively took several steps back.

"Breathe."

Feeling the terrifying aura emanating from Wu Leian from the front, Leng Kong closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Yes, that's what it tastes like!"

"The blood is getting hot. It's coming!"

Eyes open, fighting spirit flashes!

The boiling violent momentum collided with Wu Lei'an's terrifying murderous aura, and the invisible momentum blew a whirlwind out of thin air above the two of them.

The referee standing nearby was even more shocked.

"Ghost of the Wu clan, I will return this sentence to you. If you can't let me enjoy it to the fullest, then your end will definitely be miserable!"

The beach shorts and vest exploded, leaving only a pair of close-fitting pants in the cold air, and the exploded muscles continued to expand and contract.

"Jie Jie"

"With such a strong body, the old man dares to say that my body is not as good as yours?"

"Oh haha, I'll show you what the strongest ghost body is!"

Wu Lei'an's pure black eyes were wide open, the corners of his mouth were torn below the ears, and his white teeth were exposed, looking like a ghost but not a human being!

"let's start!"

Leng Kong looked at the referee standing aside, "I'm not here to talk nonsense, hurry up and announce the start."

"asshole!"

Seeing that Leng Kong regarded his declaration as nonsense, Wu Lei's eyes became more ferocious, and his anger almost overflowed from his body. His calf was straining, and his blood vessels were protruding from his skin, and his expression was weirdly twisting like an earthworm.

Keep your toes firmly on the ground, waiting to start, so you can kill Leng Kong.

"ready, go!"

The referee, who had already felt uncomfortable under the invisible momentum of the two men, finished shouting quickly and ran away.