Chapter 156 Against Mount Tai

Through these excited cries, Charlee Ford seemed to hear the sound of the man's bones breaking. "This is Tarzan." Said the waiter beside him. Tarzan's style of play is not only to win, he seems to be for violence, all kinds of punches and kicks hit each other without fighting back. The expression on Tarzan's face was excitement and joy, and he didn't seem to worry about killing people at all. Until the screen showed that ten minutes had passed, someone rushed over and dragged the beaten man down. The waiter explained to Charlee Ford: "Our competition rules here, play in the ring for ten minutes, regardless of life or death, and the last person who can stand is WINNER." Charlee Ford nodded. It's a simple and rude rule, but it's also very Victor. Life or death. Even if you die in the ring, you have to bear the consequences yourself. When the waiter saw that she didn't seem to show any retreat, he couldn't help but look up to the person in front of him. Although she wears a cat