Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

On the field, Du Weiguo had been entangled with the mad dog mixed with flowers for about 2 minutes, and the scene was fully acted.

"boom!"

Du Weiguo suddenly dwarfed and dodged Mad Dog's big punch, and then hit him hard in the side with a fierce left hook and liver-breaking punch.

"Uh~"

Mad Dog groaned, his expression twisted in pain, he subconsciously covered his waist and arched up like a prawn.

"boom!"

Du Weiguo was unyielding. He swung his waist and hips, followed his fist with his fist, and hit his temple with another powerful and heavy right fist.

"Boom~"

The mad dog suddenly turned into a dead dog. He rolled his eyes and collapsed on the cement floor like a puddle of mud.

"what!"

However, Du Weiguo did not stop. As the audience screamed, he suddenly raised his big foot and chopped the mad dog's neck like a big axe.

"Gaba~"

The clear and crisp sound of bone cracking sounded, and the mad dog's neck suddenly twisted into a very strange angle.

"Sigh~"

Everyone gasped, as if an invisible big hand strangled their throats in an instant. The scene was so silent that you could hear a pin drop.

The so-called life and death situation in black boxing does not necessarily require death. Often one party is disabled, faints, and has lost the ability to resist.

The fatality rate is actually not as exaggerated as imagined.

Like Du Weiguo, although there have been situations where the opponent has completely fainted and still kills with one last blow, it is usually because the two sides have a deep hatred before, so they will not stop fighting.

Especially someone as decisive, straightforward, ruthless, violent, and murderous as he is, is extremely rare.

In the silence, Du Weiguo slowly retracted his feet, twisted his neck, and scanned the entire audience with stern eyes. Everyone immediately fell silent, not even daring to breathe.

As expected, it is the nature of Xiaoli, bullying the weak and fearing the strong to the extreme.

Du Weiguo raised the corner of his mouth lightly, stretched out a finger, and hooked his hand towards the referee and host outside the court, with an indifferent tone:

"Okay, warm-up is done, come on, continue."

A moment later, the mad dog's body was dragged out, and Du Weiguo's second opponent walked into the iron cage, a fierce man covered in black hair who seemed not to have fully evolved.

This guy's nickname is Yaksha Ghost, and he really lives up to his name. He looks like an evil ghost and doesn't look like a human being at all.

Yasha ghost is more powerful than a mad dog. Although he has not been systematically trained, his physical fitness is quite strong, his movements are quick, and his fists and kicks are heavy. He is like a wild beast, fighting by instinct.

However, in Du Weiguo's eyes, his ferocity was like the most childish child's play, like a teddy dog ​​showing its teeth and claws.

However, Du Weiguo is also possessed by drama at this moment, deliberately creating a feeling that he is a little overwhelmed and overwhelmed.

In order to be realistic, he also risked his life. Not only did the Yasha ghost hit him several times in succession, he even bit his cheek and intentionally vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Buzz!"

Seeing Du Weiguo being beaten until he vomited blood, the audience, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly became excited again.

"BaGeYaLu! Kill him!"

"Yaksha ghost, good job, just kill this bastard like this!"

"Tear him up, tear up this damn chow dog!"

The Japanese nation is particularly twisted. They kneel down and lick the Citi Eagle without any regard for face, while sparing no effort to hate it, especially those of the same race who have successfully immigrated to Citi.

At this moment, Yoshida Asano's face was also a little gloomy. Du Weiguo's acting skills were so realistic that even he was fooled.

You know, the odds of Du Weiguo fighting the Yasha Ghost are 1 to 5. If he loses, even if he only needs to pay 1/5, because the base of the bet is too large, it is still a very scary amount.

He knocked on the armrest of the chair and said in a low voice: "Yase, do you think this kid is hiding his clumsiness now, or is he really in trouble?"

Yase's eyes were a little solemn, his brows were furrowed, and his voice was a little dry:

"Boss, to be honest, I'm not sure, but the Yasha ghost's physical fitness is very abnormal, and although this kid's skills are not weak, and although his speed is fast enough, his strength is quite average."

Yase's words were more cautious and to the point. He had just fought against Du Weiguo and thought he knew his strength.

Thinking about it, if Du Weiguo was strong enough, he would have knocked him unconscious with just a punch on his chin.

Upon hearing this, Yoshida Asano's expression suddenly became more gloomy. He was about to raise his hand to make a gesture to the off-field referee who was always looking at him.

As the boss behind the black boxing gym, Yoshida Asano certainly has the ability to influence the outcome, or even the life or death of a boxer.

For example, he could immediately ask the off-field referee to suspend the game on the grounds that there was too much blood on the ground and it was too slippery, and then give the Yasha Ghost some water with added ingredients.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred on the field.

The Yasha ghost looks like an ape, with long black nails that seem to have been specially polished and as sharp as a knife.

Although the rules of the underground boxing match say that scratching is not allowed, but after all you are in the cage, it is still a life and death situation, who cares about this.

Yasha Ghost looks like a beast, but he is actually quite insidious. He is also very good at using his own advantages. He is always secretly trying to scratch Du Weiguo with his nails.

Just when he repeated his old trick and once again forced Du Weiguo to the edge of the iron cage, using the cover of his body to dig his neck with his fingers.

His foot was suddenly tripped by Du Weiguo, and his body instantly lost balance. His big eagle-claw-like hands directly penetrated the holes in the iron net.

"Gaba~"

The accident happened unexpectedly, and the inertia was too great. Yasha Ghost's thumb was broken directly by the iron net, and he suddenly screamed miserably.

"Ah~uh~"

His roar stopped abruptly and suddenly turned into a shrill groan.

Taking advantage of your illness to kill you, how could Du Weiguo give up this God-given opportunity? He jumped up like a cheetah and bent his knees like a bow.

A violent knee hit Yasha Gui's left rib. This stupid critic broke at least five ribs in an instant.

The tremendous pain made his eyes bulge, and he was in so much pain that he couldn't make a sound.

But Du Weiguo was unyielding, raised his leg again, and kicked him with a strong and heavy kick, viciously kicking his injured area. The broken bones were like sharp blades, instantly piercing his heart.

"puff!"

The Yasha ghost opened his mouth wide and sprayed out a large amount of dark red blood like a high-pressure water gun. His eyes protruded from the sockets like dead fish, and he hung on the iron net like a dead dog, refusing to rest in peace.

"Wow~"

Such a tragic death immediately frightened the audience outside the venue, especially the unlucky ones in the front row. Some of them had dripping blood sprayed all over their heads and faces. They were so frightened that they almost wet their pants.

"hu~hu~"

After killing two people in a row, Du Weiguo seemed very tired. His face was flushed and he was sweating profusely. He slumped down in the corner of the iron cage, breathing heavily and breathing heavily.

Needless to say, Du Weiguo's acting skills are already very good now. Even if the Oscar winner comes in person, he will probably be at this level.

"Good job!"

Yoshida Asano stood up excitedly and pumped his fist vigorously, his fat face glowing red. Du Weiguo won two games in a row, and bets of millions of yen were all swallowed up by him, which made him lose money.

Even in the third game, Du Weiguo was lucky enough to win against the most popular and cruel Xie Guiwan, with only a mere 1/10 odds, and he would definitely make a profit without losing anything.

At this moment, Yasha Ghost's body was also dragged out by the staff, and the off-field referee also looked at Yoshida Asano in a very subtle way.

Yoshida Asano squinted his eyes and slowly rubbed his chin. The referee immediately understood and wanted Du Weiguo to rest for a while.

Du Weiguo was naturally aware of their little moves, but he didn't care. Anyway, he was acting like a showman now, so he just thought he was acting out.

"Why do you want to fight a life and death situation?"

At this moment, a lean young man in shabby clothes suddenly walked to the edge of the iron cage, stared directly at Du Weiguo, and spoke in a low voice. His accent was slightly strange. Du Weiguo was slightly curious and raised his head to glance at him.

He looks like a young man in his twenties, with good facial features, thick eyebrows and big eyes. He is a very energetic young man, but he is thin and has a sallow complexion and a sickly look.

"People from the Northeast?"

Du Weiguo spoke Chinese with a clear accent and his voice was very soft, but when he heard it, it was like a bolt from the blue in the young man's ears, and he was stunned for an instant.

"You, you are Chinese? You, why are you rushing~"

The young man's voice became a little excited and switched to Chinese with a strong Northeastern accent. Du Weiguo put his finger on his lips, made a subtle hissing gesture, and then whispered:

"No matter what your original intention is in black boxing, you can't win. Even if you do win, you can't get money."

Upon hearing this, the young man's expression changed again and again, and then he stared at Du Weiguo with burning eyes:

"how about you?"

Du Weiguo curled his lips and said in a joking tone: "Me? Wait a minute, I will kill all these Japanese bastards."

Upon hearing this, the young man was stunned, and it took him a long time to speak:

"Are you sure?"

Du Weiguo curled his lips: "Of course."

The young man was speechless again, then took a deep look at Du Weiguo, suddenly put his finger on the edge of the iron net, and said quickly:

"I'll help you later and we'll split the bill 55 cents."

This time, it was Du Weiguo's turn to be stunned.

The mesh of this hexagonal cage is slightly smaller than that of a fist, and is made of welded steel bars the thickness of a little finger. It is very strong, otherwise it would not be able to easily break the Yaksha ghost's fingers.

Just now, this young man touched the edge of the iron net with his fingers. His fingers instantly turned iron gray and the steel wire was stretched out of shape.

No need to think about it, this guy is actually a superpower, and he also has an extremely rare body metalization. He probably also has the idea of ​​​​taking advantage of others and is eyeing this underground boxing gym.

No matter how hard you try, you won't be able to find anything, and it won't take any effort at all!

Du Weiguo was immediately overjoyed. Damn it, he came over to have a black boxing session to vent his excitement, and there was an unexpected gain.

Worth it!

After a while, Du Weiguo, who was already a little impatient, finally faced his last opponent, known as the strongest boxer in Tokyo at the moment, Evil Demon Maru.

This guy's record is extremely tough and brutal. According to the off-field referee, in less than a year, he has killed and maimed more than 30 opponents.

Akkimaru is about 180cm tall, with broad shoulders and a broad back, and his arms are extremely slender.

He is indeed much stronger than the two lynx beasts just now. He must have been seriously trained, with steady steps, fierce eyes, very strong physical fitness, and fast and powerful fists and kicks.

But now that Du Weiguo has discovered the New World, he is no longer in the mood to continue acting with him.

Seeing Xie Guiwan rushing toward him like a hungry wolf, Du Weiguo chose not to pretend, and flew up with a kick, hitting him first and kicking him hard on the chest.

"Pfft!"

Xie Guimaru was shocked and simply knelt on the cement floor. His chest was obviously dented, and dark black blood as thick as petroleum instantly spilled out of his mouth.

Du Weiguo's kick shattered Xie Guiwan's entire chest and all his organs. He was bound to die. Even if the Jade Emperor came, he couldn't be saved.

Xie Guiwan raised his head with difficulty and stared at Du Weiguo. His eyes were bloodshot, full of resentment, and full of disbelief.

He didn't understand why Du Weiguo suddenly became so powerful. He also knew best that the strength of this kick was no longer within the scope of human beings.

At this moment, Du Weiguo raised his leg expressionlessly and added a fierce forward kick.

"Crack!"

Akkimaru's head instantly tilted back at a weird angle, which was definitely not an angle that a living person could assume, and his neck was broken by the kick.

"Wow~"

All the spectators were frightened, and the entire underground boxing gym fell silent for an instant, as if Du Weiguo had kicked them directly in the face, and they felt the same.

Xie Guiwan's body fell limply to the ground. Du Weiguo didn't even look at it. He walked slowly to the exit of the hexagonal cage, patted the iron door, and said in a joking tone:

"Hey! They're all beaten to death, now it's time to count the money."

After a while, all the spectators in the underground boxing gym were cleared.

In the huge space, a large group of dozens of strong men armed with daggers and clubs surrounded Du Weiguo.

These guys are all Yoshida Asano's subordinates, the black boxers under his command, and even the thugs he hired with urgent money.

Each of these guys looked like they were facing a formidable enemy, and their eyes were full of fear. After all, Du Weiguo had just killed three tough boxers with his bare hands.

Especially the last one, Xikimaru, who was also the strongest, was killed in an instant. His fierce and violent fighting power made everyone tremble.

"What? Yoshida Asano, are you trying to default on your debt? Take advantage of the bet I won?"

Surrounded by a large group of vicious thugs, Du Weiguo showed no fear on his face. He was teasing calmly with a cigarette in his mouth.

Yoshida Asano's face was extremely gloomy. To be honest, he was shocked by Du Weiguo's strength and felt fearful in his heart:

"Wesley, I admit that you are very strong. I can return your bet to you and give you another 300 million yen."

300 million yen is equivalent to more than 1 US dollars, which is indeed not a small amount.

However, Du Weiguo had just won three life-and-death games in a row, and all the bets placed on him to lose were blackmailed by Yoshida Asano, totaling more than 10 million yen.

It can be seen from this that this Yoshida Asano is a master who will not give up his life and wealth, and will not shed tears until he sees the coffin.

"Hehehe~"

Du Weiguo smiled so brightly that his eyes sharpened and he spat the cigarette butt in Yoshida Asano's face.

"what!"

The next moment, screams rang out, and the cigarette butt was like a dart, directly piercing Yoshida Asano's left eyeball.

While spitting out the cigarette butt, Du Weiguo also moved. His feet suddenly exerted force, and the solid concrete floor suddenly cracked. He crashed into the crowd directly opposite like a human cannonball.

Although Du Weiguo doesn't look fat now, he is even a little lean. In fact, he now weighs nearly 300 kilograms, and his bone and muscle density is far higher than that of ordinary people.

"Gaba~"

There was a heart-wrenching sound of bone cracking, and Du Weiguo was like a tiger attacking a pack of wolves, instantly knocking down the minions in front of him.

When he stood up, there was already a rusty iron rod in his left hand, and he touched a short knife from nowhere in his right hand, spinning like a top.

"Woo~"

As the old saying goes, three swords are worse than one stick. Driven by Du Weiguo's magical power, even the most ordinary rusty iron stick can be compared to a magic weapon.

The few unlucky guys who were closest had their heads blown off by iron rods in an instant. Their heads were white and red, as if ink was splashed all over the heads and faces of their companions behind them.

Yase, who had just come over, was stabbed with a thin red mark on his neck by a short knife. The next second, his head fell to the ground.

"Ah~"

The few who were less courageous were frightened to the point of peeing by the brutal scene of Shura Hell. They turned around and wanted to run away with their livers broken.

"puff!"

The twisted rusty iron rod, like dark red lightning, directly penetrated the bodies of two people, and the short knife was also nailed into the back of the head of an unlucky guy.

In just the blink of an eye, nearly ten people died. There were also a large group of injured people lying on the ground with broken bones and tendons, wailing continuously.

Everyone collapsed. Who has seen such killing efficiency? This is not a human being at all, but an evil ghost crawling out of hell to seek life.

"あくれい! 悪魔!"

Everyone was screaming and shouting in oblivion, pushing and running for their lives. Du Weiguo didn't care about this, he was never idle.

After throwing out the weapon in his hand, he only curled and raised his toes, and a well-made samurai sword was already in his hand.

With a wave of his hand, two heads soared into the sky in a flash of cold light. A fountain seemed to draw blood from his neck, turning the entire space into a bloody hell.

Not far away, the young man hiding in the dark was completely dumbfounded. He could fit an egg into his mouth. (End of chapter)