The violent bear king in Marvel

In the hotel on Bominglang Island, Colson rubbed his sore cheeks and walked out of the room. He immediately saw Wang Fan who was admiring the beautiful scenery.

"Did you see my face turned blue?"

Wang Fan looked back and snickered to himself. Colson's cheek was already swollen, as if he had been punched.

"Sorry, the sensor sensitivity is adjusted according to my standards, and bullet ant toxin is added to it. I forgot to tell you."

Colson's eyes widened. One of the simulators used bullet ant toxin, a toxin in the saliva of ants that can stimulate the nerves and make a bite feel like being shot. Hence the name, lions on the African savannah. When they saw them, they all took a detour. No wonder the place where they were hit hurt so much!

"How's it going? Is it like fighting with a real person?"

"It's just that Fury didn't allocate money to you. What kind of auxiliary system is that? It's simply self-abuse. I'll go out and find a piece of ice to apply, otherwise I won't be able to see anyone tomorrow." Coulson complained and walked out. Fan just smiled, this reason for going out is too far-fetched, agent! There was no truth at all. Wang Fan was now a little glad that he didn't continue his relationship with Barbie. Lies are the most hurtful thing.

Until night fell and the bright moon illuminated the distant sea, Colson did not come back. Wang Fan would not wait for him and went back to the house to meditate early.

Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, on the small island surrounded by the sea, Wang Fan could feel that the sea contained more energy than other places, so naturally he could not miss such a good opportunity.

The time for meditating always flies by so fast, as if I have only been circulating my Qi for a few weeks before Coulson knocks on the door.

Dang, there was a knock on the door that Wang Fan, who didn't want to pay attention to, had to get out of bed.

With a hint of getting out of bed, Wang Fan opened the door, "Why are you knocking so early in the morning?"

"It's still early, it's already half past seven, and your game will be at nine!"

Really, there was not much time left to wash up and have breakfast. Wang Fan stopped complaining and rushed into the bathroom to take a quick shower. He also combed his hair in front of the mirror and put on a wide t-shirt. shirt, put on a pair of jeans and walked out of the room.

"Is this what you're going to wear to the competition?"

"That's better than that suit of yours!"

Colson took a deep breath. He could never get angry with Wang Fan and could only let it go.

Wang Fan looked at the empty coffee table in the living room and asked, "Where's my breakfast? You won't let me compete hungry, right?"

"Aren't you afraid of being beaten until you spit it out?"

"Then they also have that strength!"

Coulson couldn't stand up to Wang Fan, so he had to call to order a meal. The dining car arrived quickly. It was a standard breakfast of milk sandwiches. Unexpectedly, there were also two peeled eggs. Wang Fan devoured them all. It was amazing to watch. Colson's eyelids twitched.

The competition venue is east of the airport, a modern stadium. There are not many seats in the auditorium, but it definitely guarantees everyone's viewing experience. The players behind the top four picks all sit in the stands, because there are only four irons in the center of the venue. There are more than ten cameras beside each iron cage, which can ensure that the game can be seen clearly in slow motion from every angle.

Today, the sky of Bominglange Island is filled with dark clouds, as if a heavy rain is coming. The roof of the venue also automatically gathers, and bright spotlights illuminate the entire venue.

Wang Fan, who walked into the venue, pointed at the cameras and said, "Why are you still recording?"

"What do you think? These are live broadcasts and will be posted to the entire dark web. Just these live broadcasts can make the Boming Lange family a lot of money." Coulson was already not surprised by Wang Fan's surprise.

What a thief. It is not difficult to imagine that if such an unrestricted fighting match goes smoothly, the Boming Lange family will become famous on the dark web in the future. Influence is something that cannot be bought with money. This is what rape means.

Following the introduction by a host with combed hair, the four cage contestants entered one by one. Wang Fan was no exception and got into the No. 1 cage. The cage was designed with an octagonal shape and the space inside was not large. It seems that the design was just for two people to fight, but now ten people are pouring in, and the space is naturally small. The ground is made of stone, and there is no such thing as soft cushions, let alone other protection.

Wang Fan was the last one to enter the iron cage. As he entered, the cage door was also closed. The players all looked around vigilantly. No one could tell whether the people around them would suddenly attack.

As soon as Wang Fan entered, he leaned against a steel pillar of the iron cage, folded his arms, and looked like he was watching a good show. This made it difficult to tell whether he was real or not.

"Now, under the spotlight, the unrestricted fighting competition organized by the Bominglanger family begins now." The cockscomb-headed host picked up a flare gun and shot it into the air. The red flare hit the It bounced back from the ceiling, fell into a fighting cage, and ignited a fighter's clothes. Looking at the man rolling in the fire, no one sympathized with him.

Wang Fan was just watching the show when someone next to him kicked him. Wang Fan clenched his fingers into a fist and raised his index finger. He struck hard on the sole of his foot, forcing the man to stumble backwards. go back.

With his bronze skin, dreadlocks, and good use of whip kicks, he seemed to be a black market boxer. Wang Fan smiled at him and did not continue to attack. This made the black market boxer very afraid. His legs were still numb from Wang Fan's blow!

Through his test, the people in the iron cage did not choose Wang Fan to attack. They all targeted the people around them. The Siberian warrior with short blond hair and fair skin rushed into the three mercenaries who were waiting for him and stared at them. He fights only one person, regardless of the blows of the other two. He is bound to exchange injuries for injuries. His fighting style is very sharp and his moves are fatal. A mercenary under his attack seems to have no chance of survival. At this time, black market boxers also join in. , his target was the other two mercenaries, and he hit them on the head with a pair of iron legs.

The Muay Thai master, wearing headbands and armbands, stepped forward with bare feet and vigilantly. In front of him was a Chinese man in his thirties. He seemed to be a little fat and not tall. He was cute and naive, but he only showed off his boxing skills. , Wang Fan's eyes lit up, Mantis Fist, I have never seen such a fat mantis before. The one fighting the crocodile was a black man. With his well-developed arms, you could easily guess that he was the 75-kilogram boxing champion. The fight between the two was lively, with each other attacking and defending, but they both avoided the opponent's heavy punches.

Wang Fan watched with relish. Anyone who walked within one meter of him would be attacked mercilessly. Everyone had to beware of Wang Fan while fighting.

The Siberian warrior was the first to break the situation. He broke the neck bone of a mercenary with one punch, and then kicked him away. He hit Wang Fan as fast as a meteor. Wang Fan pushed the mercenary away by leaning against the mountain. The person who came leaned in half, then flew back with a bang, smashing into the field.

Everyone stopped and looked at Wang Fan, who was leaning against the iron cage and watching the battle comfortably as if nothing was wrong.