Eight years later, Tokyo, Kamimotocho.

The night is deep, and this line is only 600 meters long and wide, but it has gathered more than 4,000 customs. The streets of entertainment shops are already flashing neon lights and people are coming and going.

Whether it is a social animal who just got off work or a jk who wanted to make some pocket money, they all vent their pressure on this blurred and lively street and indulge in their voices.

However, the famous Mach bowling alley on this street is different from the past, and the sign of "suspended business" was hung early.

It is clearly separated from the lively streets by a wall, but it seems to be far away from the downtown area, and you can't feel the slightest heating.

This is artificially made, the blind spots of the city.

In the spaciousest hall of the Mach Bowling Alley, the original bowling equipment was received in the warehouse.

Instead, standing there was a surging crowd.

There are elites in suits and ties, and Ji Dao Yakuza with open tattoos.

If an ordinary person accidentally walks here, it is like entering another world.

"Hey hey hey! Strangle him! Black-spotted snake!"

"Let that little bastard from the countryside see what Tokyo level is!"

"Do you still want to challenge the big pronunciation board of "Vi Shamon" in a mere third-rate 'Red Sand'?"

The crowd was dancing with money, their pupils were bloodshot and their throats were hoarse, like irrational beasts.

In the chaotic scene, everyone's attention was focused on the open space in the center of the venue.

There were three people in the open space, one was the referee, and the other two were the contestants for the "underground duel" tonight.

"Oh? Are you actually still a big billboard? It's terrible!"

Even in the Japanese art world, the handsome young man with a handsome black haired hair from the roar of the onlookers to interesting messages, and sent out an interesting chuckle.

Another contestant standing opposite him was wearing a pair of fighting shorts, about 1.9 meters tall, with wide shoulders, thick waist, abdomen, and a thick neck.

Look at the muscles that seem to be shattering the skin, weighing at least 100kg.

The whole person looks like a standing rectangle.

Even if you only come into contact with a layman who has been fighting for a few days, you can know that this size is not easy to mess with!

What attracts the most attention of the black-haired youth is the pair of palms that are so big that they affect the coordination of body proportions and movement.

Considering that "Vishaman" is an underground fighting organization in Japan that is only under the "Fist Vow Society" and "Purgatory", as a black-spotted snake with a big bill, there should be no doubt about its strength. This inconsistency may be the other party's advantage.

The young black-haired man observed his opponent. In the frenzy atmosphere around him, under the eyes of his opponent looking at a dead person, the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up.

Sure enough...the battle is so fun!

"If I were you, I wouldn't be so happy."

The big man spoke expressionlessly.

And his eyes were still biting cold.

"Of courses of the 178 people who fought against me, only one-third left alive. Among those who left alive, one-third committed suicide due to physical disabilities."

"It seems that you are very confident in your twisting skills. That's right, after all, is the nickname "snake"?"

The brunette young man grinned.

Looking at the young man's smile without changing color at all, he saw the happy smile of hunting. The man nicknamed "Black Snake" gradually increased in murderous intentions.

“‘Vishaman’ has investigated you, Bai Tangjing.

I started practicing martial arts in the countryside of Fukushima Prefecture at the age of eight. You learned very hard... No. It should be said that you learned very fiercely, just like a hungry beast thirsty for food and craving for strength."

Speaking of this, the expression of the big man finally changed a little.

Who saw in the information that when an eight-year-old child was practicing martial arts, he asked the coach to practice without hesitation. Then, even if he had a bruised nose and a swollen face, he still came to class the next day. After all the experience of storms and rain, he could not calm down, right?

"It was not until a year ago that I came to Tokyo and joined the underground fighting half a year ago. Although I have never lost since my debut, your opponent is just an unknown person!

Not everyone can have a genius like Imai's little universe popping up everywhere!”

The man's expression calmed down again.

"Your fighting career is up to today."

Bai Tangjing was not surprised by the leak of his information.

He chuckled and looked at the big man opposite him, "It's so much nonsense."

The blood vessels on the opposite head suddenly bulged.

"Both sides are in place!"

The referee's high and passionate voice rang out in time.

"'Red Sand' vs. 'Vi Shamon', the last round of the group showdown, both sides are ready!"

The man suppressed the anger in his heart, his face became even colder, lowered his center of gravity, and his huge hands were huddled on both sides of his head, posing in a grappling posture.

But looking at his standing posture under his feet, it looks a bit like the configuration of a karate.

Bai Tangjing stood sideways, facing the enemy's arm to protect his waist, and his other hand is placed behind his jaw.

Spread your legs apart, bow your front and horses behind you. Make a fighting alert pose.

He seemed to be unintentionally sweeping at his opponent's lower limbs. Without the barrier of clothing, he could clearly see the muscles on his legs.

That's not the way you can hit and destroy the center of gravity by just kicking the side or kicking.

"Does it be said that it is worthy of being a big billboard? It's starting to be interesting."

Before he could take action, Bai Tangjing had already noticed the difference between this opponent and the past.

“Prepare – start!”

The referee standing between the two men fell down like a knife.

With this wave, it seemed as if the last thread of the tense nerve was cut off!

The big man rushed towards Bai Tangjing in an instant.

The strong lower limb strength and huge weight caused his charge to even bring a strong wind! His fierce momentum was like a car rushing over!
Chapter completed!