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Chapter 85 Octagonal Cage

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    Outside the Octagon, the black Tagore took off his vest, smiled and raised his hands, showing off his strong muscles.  His move caused the mercenaries below to shout wildly and the women to scream.  Everyone knows that Tagore is a true expert in close combat, and he has never met an opponent in this octagonal cage.  Everyone went crazy for him, because everyone knew what kind of bloody scene would follow.

    Blood itself is a strong stimulus, especially for these mercenaries.  So there were endless roars, cheers and whistles. The Octagon is a stage for fighters, and Tagore is the absolute star on this stage!  Everyone stood up and applauded him, and no one looked at the Asian who overestimated his abilities.

    The fight in the octagonal cage hasn't even started yet, but the mercenaries' bets have already been set.  Everyone thought it was a one-sided game with no suspense.  Maybe within a minute the Asian guy would be beaten to the ground, maybe even less than a minute.  Therefore, the mercenaries' bet was not on who would lose or who would win, but on whether Lin Rui could last two minutes under Tagore.

    "I will also open a bank, one to one, buy the Chinese to win!" Zhao Jianfei bit his cigar, walked up, kicked open the table where the mercenaries were betting, and dragged another table across.  Zhao Jianfei is very famous in the mercenary world. Many people have heard of him and are afraid of him.  Therefore, intimidated by his lustful power, the other mercenaries in charge all retreated.  However, when they heard that Zhao Jianfei bet that Lin Rui would win, the mercenaries looked at each other with joy, but also had some hesitation.  After all, they were a little afraid of Zhao Jianfei.

    Zhao Jianfei sneered, "Why, are you still afraid that I won't give you money if I lose?" Then he slammed a stack of banknotes on the table, "If you are willing to bet, bet, and if you are not willing to bet, get out!"

    The mercenaries all rushed up with a "boom" and placed bets on Tagore to win.  In their opinion, Zhao Jianfei buying what Lin Rui won like this was simply giving away money.

    There was a commotion in the audience, but there was already action in the octagonal cage on the stage.  Tagore roared wildly, jumped up, and kicked Lin Rui in the chin.  His movements are vigorous and brave. When he was twelve years old, he was already a famous and terrifying thug. When he was sixteen years old, he once knocked down three butchers with knives in their hands with his bare hands.

    Except for the guy named Tang Kun, he never took anyone else seriously.

    But after Tagore kicked out, he knew that he had met a terrible opponent today.  Over the past seven or eight years, he has fought hundreds of battles, large and small, and of course he has rich fighting experience. Even when he is furious, he can still tell the strength of his opponent.

    When he saw Lin Rui's man, he suddenly took a step back. This step just avoided his attack, just avoiding his feet, and never pushed back an inch.  Keep yourself in a position and posture where it is easiest to launch a counterattack.  What made Tagore even more uneasy was that the Chinese young man did not even blink.  A powerful and heavy flying kick was suddenly raised in front of him. Most people would blink subconsciously, but Lin Rui did not.

    Tagore took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. Now he could see that this person was by no means an ordinary person.  Masters and mediocre people can sometimes be easily distinguished through some details.  After Lin Rui avoided Tagore's kick, although he maintained his position very well, he did not take advantage of the situation to counterattack.

    A master like this would never attack aimlessly.  Because he himself is the same. Once he takes action, he has no intention of letting the other party stand in front of him again.  Tagore frowned slightly and thought: Well, he is Chinese.  Could this young man be another master?  Just like the Tang Kun from before?

    Tagore began to look at Lin Rui carefully, and finally determined that not only did he not recognize this person, but he had never seen him before.

    "Have you just arrived here?" he asked suddenly.

    "Not bad." Lin Rui's eyes showed approval. It is not easy for a person to calm down suddenly when being irritated.

    "Are you good at Kung Fu?"

    "so so."

    "You are very confident, but do you really think you can beat me?" Tagore sneered.

    "I don't know either, so I want to give it a try." Lin Rui smiled, "I can see that you are very good at hand-to-hand combat."

    Tagore moved his steps flexibly, waved his hands and said: "You must think you can really beat me, don't you. Come and tell me, why?"

    Lin Rui sighed: "You just acted like a man in front of everyone. I really didn't expect you to be such a cautious person. Come on, it's time to attack. My fists are already so hungry."  Lin Rui smiled.

    When he started to laugh, Tagore suddenly shouted and flew towards him.  He didn't really?I plan to ask why.  When he did it himself, he would never answer this sentence. All this was just to attract Lin Rui's attention.

    This time Lin Rui did not dodge, but instead faced him.

    Tagore¡¯s punch came out, but Lin Rui¡¯s person had already passed under his ribs and hit him with a backhand elbow on his spine.  Tagore staggered, jumped up again, and struck angrily with his right fist.

    But Lin Rui had already grabbed his arm, twisted it with his backhand, and used an anti-joint technique!  !  !  Tagore immediately heard the sound of his own bones breaking, a terrible sound that made people just want to vomit.  But he didn't spit it out.

    Because Lin Rui's other hand had hit the bridge of his nose hard.

    His face immediately distorted under Lin Rui¡¯s fist. Tagore took several steps back with a bang, and his back hit the wire mesh of the octagonal cage.  When Tagore raised his head, his face was covered with blood.  His nose was crooked and bleeding.  No one expected that this would happen. Tagore, who was like a bull, would be repelled by this young man.  Lin Rui still had a smile on his face and his eyes were full of confidence.

    Tagore suddenly felt an uncontrollable anger rushing up. His man had jumped up and rushed towards him angrily, looking like an angry black jaguar.

    His foot flew up and kicked Lin Rui's throat.  Brazilian Judo!  This script should be a feint, and his real killer should be in hand.

    But Lin Rui didn¡¯t think so.

    He knew that Tagore would never use this method to deal with him, because many people are familiar with this standard technique of Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu. Lin Rui stepped back, turned over, slashed Tagore's ankle with his hand, stepped back, and waved again,  But Tagore had already pounced forward in the air.

    He didn¡¯t use any weird moves because he knew that no matter how weird the moves were, they couldn¡¯t deal with Lin Rui.  He used his bestial strength.  A power no one could have imagined.

    Lin Rui suddenly realized that he was wrong. It seemed that he should not make this bull-like Tagore too angry. He realized that the flame of anger had burned every ounce of potential in Tagore.  It's like oil suddenly spewed out of the earth, and the oil was suddenly burned. This kind of power is beyond anyone's control.

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