God-level sign-in: Abducted by the beautiful president at the beginning to get the certificate

Chapter 260 Underestimating the Enemy

The god of death couldn't take care of himself at this time, otherwise he would have to spit out a mouthful of old blood when he heard his words.

Pu Buting used the previous routine to deal with the god of death again. He seemed to realize that once the god of death became angry, he would lose control of his body.

There is a big gap between his size and Reaper, and he has to play tricks to win the game.

The Grim Reaper pounced on him time and time again like a trapped beast, but the more he pounced, the more he couldn't pounce on people, and he would kick him in the ribs one after another.

The god of death was gasping for breath, and he stared at Pu Buting, as if he wanted to tear him into pieces with his eyes.

Finally, while Pu Buting was blowing kisses to the outside of the field, Death rushed forward with a stride, and his strong arms stretched out towards Pu Buting in an instant.

"It's the guillotine. Death is going to use the guillotine."

Someone said in surprise.

"What is a guillotine?"

Chen Xiaoxiao asked suspiciously.

At this time, Hou Zi put on the posture of being a teacher and said: "The guillotine is a lock technique in jujitsu. It is used to control the opponent and finally strangle it. It comes from judo and was later used in practice. In the fighting arena It's one of the hardest tricks to succeed but also one of the most lethal."

As he spoke, he looked at the god of death with expectant eyes, and the god of death had already put an arm on Park Buting's neck. As long as he could succeed, Park Buting would have to stop even if he didn't stop.

"Ouba, it's dangerous."

Chen Xiaoxiao couldn't help reminding.

But the moment she spoke, Pu Buting, who had his back to death, raised his foot and kicked straight to the rear, a beautiful downward chop.

But the target of Pu Buting's attack is not the front, but the death god behind.

Just as the god of death was about to get close to Pu Buting, he was kicked directly on the door by his flying kick.

The two-hundred-jin burly man was kicked by Pu Buting and staggered, and the God of Death staggered back a few steps.

But Pu Buting didn't want to let him go so easily, and saw Pu Buting kicked Death's left face again with a beautiful backspin kick.

The huge impact kicked out the mouthguard that Death was biting in his mouth.

"Yeah, his teeth got knocked out."

Chen Xiaoxiao said with a fuss.

"That's called a mouthguard, don't talk if you don't understand."

Hou Zi said bluntly.

On the one hand, he was so angry because the god of death was beaten by fat, and on the other hand, he hated the arrogant people of Bangziguo.

"Stand up, Death. Get up quickly."

Hou Zi shouted loudly while patting the floor of the ring with both hands.

"Stop shouting, Hou Zi. He can't get up."

Xiao Chen said lightly.

"How is it possible, Brother Chen. This is the god of death, he can't be knocked down just a few times."

Hou Zi stared at the god of death unwillingly.

But the god of death has no intention of standing up since he fell heavily to the ground.

Xiao Chen had already anticipated such a result long before Death was kicked.

He had long discovered that most of the meridians in Reaper's body were severely blocked, and it was very likely that these were the hidden injuries accumulated by Reaper's black fists for many years.

And Pu Buting seemed to be cheating and playing tricks, but every kick he kicked was at the place where Death's blood was most blocked.

It can be said that Pu Buting's last kick was just the straw that broke the camel's back.

"Three, two, one. Park Buting wins."

After counting down the seconds, the referee directly announced that Pu Buting had won the final victory.

There were angry curses and wailing from the people in the audience. It seemed that the amount of money that everyone bet on the God of Death was not a small amount.

"Congratulations to the young lady."

The accompanying person painfully handed a thick stack of Grandpa Mao to Chen Xiaoxiao, and she showed off to Hou Zi with a smile.

"Hmph, what's the big deal. Isn't he just a boy from Bangzi Kingdom? I can beat ten of them by myself."

Hou Zi loses money and can only enjoy his mouth.

"Really? You dare to say such a thing with your skinny appearance? You are really overwhelmed."

There was a mocking sound from behind them.

Xiao Chen and the others turned their heads but saw Xue Yuan walking proudly with his yellow hair.

Seeing Xue Yuan and the others, Hou Zi immediately said angrily: "I thought it was someone with such a stinky mouth. It turned out to be Young Master Xue. Did you eat Xiang when you went out today?"

"Be careful what you say to me, I'll take care of your cheap skin."

Huang Mao said viciously.

The two sides are at war, and it seems that they will fight at any time.

The accompanying person hurriedly explained with a smile: "Young Master Xue, why are you here when you are free? This is our new guest and I don't know the rules. Please forgive me."

Xue Yuan looked at him disdainfully and said, "I called these people, and you won't gain anything by following them. These are just a few poor ghosts."

The man's thoughts were exposed, and he was embarrassed and didn't know how to answer.

"How do you talk? Who is the poor ghost? If every good father, I see where you are going."

Hou Zi choked again.

"Young Master Xue, what's going on here? Is there any trouble?"

A burst of mandarin mixed with a strong pickle smell made Hou Zi laugh directly.

Ganqing, this little stick, still knows Xue Yuan.

"Brother Park, they are all insignificant little people. I don't know if you bother. I just saw your game. It was really exciting. I couldn't help but applaud you."

It is rare for Xue Yuan to be so flattering to others.

"Brother Xue is absurd, my level is still far behind."

The little stick is also rare and humble.

Seeing the hypocrisy of the two, Hou Zi couldn't help making sarcastic remarks beside him.

"I've seen people holding stinky feet, but I've never seen such mutual support. It's fair to say, it's that bastard and mung bean, wolf and embarrassment, little stick and little hammer. It just smells similar."

What Hou Zi said was very annoying, but he didn't say who it was, so it was not easy for Xue Yuan and the others to claim it directly.

"If you have time to compare here, why not meet in the arena. Let's see who is more powerful."

Huangmao said.

"Bi, Bi, we haven't been afraid yet."

Hou Zi said vigorously.

But he turned his head and looked at Xiao Chen for his opinion.

Xiao Chen looked at Xue Yuan and said, "Did you call me here to compete with this person?"

He pointed to the stick and asked Xue Yuan, Xue Yuan said provocatively: "Yes, this is a family friend of our family. The heir of the Bangbanguo Pu Group, the most powerful black belt nine-dan player..."

Xue Yuan blew out a bunch of titles behind him, but Xiao Chen didn't listen to them.

He glanced at Park Buting and found that the opponent's meridians were in very good condition, and his physical fitness was stronger than his appearance.

This is an opponent not to be underestimated, Xiao Chen thought.

The strength of Reaper just now is quite good, but the biggest failure is that he underestimates the enemy.

He thought that such a fair and clean boy had no strength, and out of contempt for Bangziguo, he finally paid a huge price.

(End of this chapter)