Chapter 27: The Mighty God Peter Nevsky

  "Hey, Joe, I'm Mack, Mack Miller. The guy on the table is my buddy, Great Peter the Great, Russia's greatest strongman, six feet one inch tall, eighty-five inches arm span, and a hundred thirty kilograms in weight. Joe, you're betting, aren't ya? Tell 'em to put it all on Peter the Great, praise God, this is like giving away money."

  Luoke's mind had been racing ever since he saw the lewd old foreigner, Mike Miller, with that pocket pistol in his waist. His thoughts were turning rapidly, combining with the strongman on the arena, Luoke knew that the third target of this trip to Samma Town had appeared, and he smiled as he raised an eyebrow.

  "Are you betting? Flesh, flesh, I don't think so. How about we make a bet instead? Let's bet on who will win between the two people on stage. You bet on your good fellow Petenev and I'll bet on my friend, that Chinese guy on stage. The stake is one thousand two silver taels, what do you say?"

  Greed is listed as one of the seven deadly sins in Christianity.

  The lecherous old foreigner, Mike Muller, is apparently a hypocrite who views the seven deadly sins as nothing and agreed to it with just a little consideration.

  Sneaky guy Mike had once seen Peterhof wrestle a polar bear and tear it apart, so he had no reason to doubt that Peterhof would emerge victorious.

  On the stage, Lethal Lei was eager to try his skills, and had challenged many masters, but he had never fought a giant like Peterhof before.

  A master in the Hundred Clans Fist Tournament, not even forcing Lian to use his full strength. The match has gone on until now, and Lian still looks fierce and powerful, without showing any signs of fatigue.

  A giant of two meters and one three, a head taller than Zeng Qinghou, with more developed muscles than Zeng Qinghou, and heavier in weight. On the stage, when he got closer, Zeng Qinghou truly felt the oppressive force of Peter the Great.

  However, Li Jingrui was not afraid at all. The example of a short and thin Chinese martial arts master defeating a Western strongman is not unheard of. In Li Jingrui's eyes, the Western strongman Peter Piotrovich was just a stupid brown bear, and someone as proud as Li Jingrui would not take him seriously.

  "Ha! This thousand taels of silver is definitely mine, haha. I didn't get a chance to tell you earlier, but Piotr Nevsky is not only Russia's number one strongman, but also Russia's number one boxer, proficient in Western-style boxing, ancient Greek boxing, and extreme Sanshou. The sly man Mak made some gestures with his hands and feet to show off Piotr Nevsky's prowess, but it would have been better if he hadn't done that. Due to natural reasons, the gesture ended up being counterproductive and looked quite ridiculous. However, body language is universal, and someone understood what Mak meant, casting a disdainful glance in his direction. Apparently, no one thought E Jiancang would lose; his previous performance was just too impressive."

  "Oh, praise the Lord, my dear Peternev is rushing up, hey, Peternev, use your muscles to crush that damned yellow-skinned monkey, oh no, Ro, I didn't mean that, I meant to say run over that little brat, a thousand taels of silver are beckoning me" The lewd man Mack shouted out to the Lord, and when he mentioned the yellow-skinned monkey, he suddenly caught Ro Ke's unfavorable gaze, and immediately changed his words.

  Actually, Petenev as the first-rate master of Czarist Russia was well-versed in Western-style wrestling, ancient Greek pankration and extreme Sambo, his strength was far beyond that of the previous few masters.

  Ziostema in Russian means system, passed down through the elite Imperial Russian Guard, in modern terms a special forces hand-to-hand combat technique.

  Ancient Greek boxing in mythology was created by the hero Heracles. Heracles, son of Zeus, was incredibly brave and accomplished twelve heroic deeds, his name once synonymous with Hercules. Ancient Greek boxing was once popular among the hoplites of Sparta and the troops of Alexander the Great, while the Spartans and Macedonians used it to conquer half the world.

  Sambo in Russian means unarmed self-defense, extreme Sambo is literally the extreme of unarmed self-defense, used in the most dangerous situations. What's the extreme of self-defense? Killing people.

  Actually, whether it is Western-style wrestling, ancient Greek boxing or extreme sumo wrestling, they are all developed on the basis of wrestling.

  On the stage, a loud shout, with a stern face and chest out, head shaking and body swaying, inhaling deeply, the Tiger King emerges from the cave, legs like wheels and feet like wind.

  It is said that when heroes meet on a narrow road, the brave one wins. With a loud roar, Peter the Great charged forward like a human-shaped monster, advancing against the current with his feet open.

  This collision is like a monk striking a bell, with great force and momentum. It's truly a case of an iron plate against a turtle shell, a needle point against a wheat awn, where neither the cow nor the bull can gain the upper hand.

  "This is bad. This white guy has such a fast speed and great power." With this one crash, Lyovin found out that Petenev's strength was higher than his own.

  At the moment when Laozi's old strength had not yet dissipated and his new strength had not yet been born, Petya unexpectedly still had some energy left!

  Pete Sampras's arms were as thick as a bear's, and with one hug, he summoned the strength of nine oxen and two tigers to unleash a powerful move.

  "Wahahaha, out comes the avalanche of muscle bombs from Petrenko! I once saw him use this move to kill a full-grown bull, you know? I was scared stiff by that poor bull's appearance, with blood all over the ground. The autopsy people said its internal organs were all mixed up and couldn't be told apart. Oh, look, oh my god, high-flying Argentine backbreaker, too cruel! How could Petrenko even use this spinal cord crushing technique? This is going to cost him at least a half-body paralysis!"

  The sly man Mack was excited, dancing with joy, he had already seen the silver coins waving at him.

  Lu Ke couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth as he watched the sleazy guy Mack's excited performance.

  On the stage, Lie Jing was knocked out by a Muscle Bomb from Peter Pev and struggled to get up. Just as he was about to stand up, Lie Jing felt dizzy and was thrown into the air with great force. The aura of death approached, and Lie Jing vaguely saw a pillar standing under him.

  "My goodness, what pillar is this? It's a round and sturdy knee cap."

  Lü Jing's heart skipped a beat, in the midst of crisis, he calmed down and placed one hand on his own lower back at the critical moment.

  This is also a kind of cruel fate, if it were someone else, they would have lost all sense of self and become a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

  Petevenef had anticipated that Lian Qingcang would not be easily defeated by his Argentine backbreaker, so he was already prepared with a series of follow-up moves. With both giant hands grasping Lian Qingcang's legs, he swung him up.

  "The windmill spins centrifugal ecstasy. Jesus, haven't heard that Peter Nevsky practiced chain ball? Dear Comrade Peter Nevsky wants to send R's friend to the moon?" The lewd man Mack continued his excited performance.

  Lu Ke frowned as he watched the situation on the field.

  Lethal Engine was dizzy from being swung around like a wrecking ball, but he knew he couldn't let Petrenko keep spinning or else he'd accumulate enough kinetic energy to send himself flying twenty meters away.

  Under the influence of centrifugal force, even moving his fingers seemed extremely difficult. However, Li Qingcang's tiger claws and dragon paws technique allowed him to immediately stimulate his tendons and meridians, sending a surge of internal energy to the soles of his feet.

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