The Sacred Gate

Another man in his thirties came down. His body was strong and muscular, and his hands were wrapped in white cloth.    

    

However, the white cloth around his fist was wet!    

    

When the man appeared within three metres of Chen Mo, his smile was a little strange.    

    

Chen Mo heard him thinking: Brat, you're dead for sure, as long as you touch a bit of the toxins, it can quickly enter your skin, making you wish you were dead, unable to fight anymore!    

    

Chen Mo's face changed!    

    

You want to play dirty with him?    

    

If not for the mind-reading, he would not even know that he had been tricked.    

    

The man clenched his fist and adjusted the distance, slowly approaching Chen Mo.    

    

Chen Mo knew that the wet cloth strip in his hand was poisonous, and he absolutely could not let it touch him.    

    

Ka-cha ?    

    

The man's calves were broken as he fell to the ground on his side.    

    

Chen Mo threw a kick onto his stomach, kicking him until he slid a few metres down the ground, then jumped over and broke his arms and legs!    

    

Chen Mo intentionally held his fist close to his waist, that fellow was poisoned, in a few seconds, he was frothing at the mouth, his lips were purple, and fainted.    

    

acute poison!    

    

Chen Mo's face darkened slightly.    

    

This kind of toxins, just by coming in contact with the skin, would be able to enter a person's body for five seconds or so.    

    

There was something strange about the man's fist. First, he wrapped a layer of adhesive tape around it, then applied the venom on it. He purposely did this.    

    

Everyone only knew how to cheer. Only a few knew of the conspiracy behind the cheers.    

    

Inside the control room, red-haired middle-aged man punched the table, producing a loud bang.    

    

"Trash!"    

    

The middle-aged man cursed in disappointment.    

    

"Boxer below, all of them are venomous. I refuse to believe that not a single one of them can kill him!"    

    

The middle-aged man fiercely said a few words.    

    

"Yes sir!"    

    

The young lady agreed and dragged the buttock away.    

    

On Chen Mo's side, there were seven or eight of them consecutively, all of the cloth strips were wet, and all of them were poisonous, wanting to knock him down.    

    

However, he had knocked them all down, and had broken their limbs.    

    

As for whether the other party could survive being poisoned, he didn't know!    

    

The middle-aged man's face had already turned green.    

    

They had already lost tens of millions to Chen Mo.    

    

This was not a small number. red-haired middle-aged man, immediately call their vice president, ice fiend.    

    

Hearing that, ice fiend rushed to the underground fighting ground.    

    

When Chen Mo had fought to the forty-second match, ice fiend had already arrived at control room. When he saw Chen Mo's appearance, shock instantly appeared in his eyes: "This is Chen Mo, Shen Bingyan's personal bodyguard!"    

    

ice fiend instantly recognized Chen Mo!    

    

ice fiend had a slender body with curves in all directions, and was also a beauty.    

    

But her greatest advantage was that she was white, with skin whiter than milk and a face with almost no blemishes.    

    

However, ice fiend did not have a single bit of smile on his face. His expression was gloomy and cold, and coupled with her snow-white skin, she looked even colder.    

    

"So it's this kid, looks like he's here to ruin the show!" red-haired middle-aged man frowned, his words furious.    

    

ice fiend said: "Let our strongest fist king personally go down, bring poison, beat him to death!"    

    

The middle-aged man nodded and went to make the arrangements.    

    

The strongest Fist King, Zhao Hu!    

    

Ever since Zhao Hu joined the underground boxing arena, he had never lost a single time.    

    

Zhao Hu had fought eighty matches, seventy-three of them, in twenty seconds. One move from opponent!    

    

Only they knew that Zhao Hu was a external expert.    

    

ancient martial arts experts, the inner sect cultivates Essence, the outer sect cultivates the bones!    

    

The external expert and the ancient martial arts were at the first level of Gold Bell and the sixth level of Gold Bell was also divided into early middle late stage.    

    

An expert of the sixth floor of the Golden Bell Academy was the same as a supreme expert of the ancient martial arts.    

    

It was even more difficult for a Golden Bell Expert to cultivate and succeed than an inner force expert. Once successful, he would be invincible in a situation where he was at the same level.    

    

This was because the external expert's defensive power and strength were both stronger than the inner sect experts.    

    

The only drawback was that an expert from the inner sect was injured. If he couldn't use the Essence to heal his injuries, it would be very difficult to recover!    

    

As for the external expert, even if it was the ancient martial arts experts s, they would not be able to sense anything. Only after exchanging blows would they be able to deduce the level of the other party's strength.    

    

Boxer Lounge!    

    

red-haired middle-aged man came to the front of a sturdy beard youth and said: "Zhao Hu, go for the next battle, bring along the venom and beat that Bastard to death!"    

    

Luo Gou beard youth, all of the muscles on his body are not very big, but the skin on his body is extremely rough, with many scars, and very big joints.    

    

When he trained normally, even if he wanted to cut himself, he would have people constantly hack at him with all sorts of things.    

    

At the same time, he also carried out some special training to increase his own defensive capabilities.    

    

Zhao Hu slightly narrowed his eyes, looked towards the red-haired middle-aged man, and said: "I, Zhao Hu, do not need poison in order to fight!"    

    

red-haired middle-aged man said: "If I say you need it, you need it. If you can't kill that Bastard, it means that you have to die.    

    

After red-haired middle-aged man finished, he turned around and left.    

    

Zhao Hu was in the early stages of Golden Bell First Layer. Compared to Early stage of the Refinement Realm expert, even if he could not win, he would absolutely not lose.    

    

If he had to fight an ordinary Boxer and even use venom, he felt that he wouldn't be able to do it.    

    

Zhao Hu really did not use poison.    

    

He followed the rope and descended. Looking at Chen Mo, his eyes slightly narrowed. The scars on Chen Mo's body was no less than the one on his body.    

    

Zhao Hu opened his mouth and said: "Brat, my name is Zhao Hu. In my hands, you can hold on for one minute and you can still stand up.    

    

Chen Mo looked at Zhao Hu, and instantly saw that Zhao Hu was not simple at all. Those densely packed scars on his body, was not a joke.    

    

Chen Mo said: "Since you said that, then let's play big. Three minutes later, if I'm still standing, follow me!"    

    

Zhao Hu nodded and said: "Alright, then three minutes. However, I will not promise not to beat you to death! "    

    

Chen Mo laughed and said, "If you can really beat me to death, I'll be very happy!"    

    

When Zhao Hu took the stage, most of the spectators knew about Zhao Hu's capabilities, but they were all very excited.    

    

Chen Mo took charge of the area and they went to gamble. There was no rule for the martial arts arena to start from the bottom, the arrangement was entirely up to the audience!    

    

Chen Mo was ready, and Zhao Hu was ready.    

    

The two of them started fighting. Chen Mo struck out with his large whip leg and knocked Zhao Hu back a step.    

    

However, Chen Mo felt his foot going numb, the pain was unbearable, that kick, was like kicking a big piece of thick steel plate!    

    

Chen Mo continued to sweep his large whip leg s across Zhao Hu's calf. Zhao Hu shifted a little to the side and again felt like he had kicked a thick steel plate.    

    

He no longer used his legs, and punched towards Zhao Hu's face.    

    

Bang    

    

The left hook fist and right hook fist landed on Zhao Hu's face and head a dozen times in a row.    

    

However, Zhao Hu was still fine, not a single drop of blood had flowed, yet Chen Mo's fist was in so much pain that it was about to die.    

    

Chen Mo's eyes became serious, and he kicked Zhao Hu in the crotch area.    

    

Zhao Hu still stood there, as if nothing had happened.    

    

Chen Mo's heart suddenly sank, and thought: Could it be the external expert?    

    

Only the external expert could have such a powerful defensive power, not even the Early stage of the Refinement Realm expert!    

    

Chen Mo's expression became slightly ugly...