After Baidang Jing changed his clothes, he and Saeko returned to the spectator seats of the combatants.
Next to their seats were the enthusiastic good old Mr. Yamashita and the slightly sleepy natural Curled Ten Ghost Snake Ouma.
"Ah, it's Mr. Bai Tang and Ms. Busujima!"
"Hey! Uncle Yamashita, how is Uncle Ouma's health?"
Ouma, who was called "uncle" again, curled his lips and said, "Tch, compared to a guy like you who messes with muscle monsters, I can't say the word 'bad' anyway."
"Haha, don't say that. The most important thing is to have fun when fighting." Scratching his head like a shy college student, Bai Tangjing pulled Saeko back to his seat.
In the arena at this moment, it was Jerry Tyson, a sturdy black man running down from the commentary box.
Opposite him was a middle-aged man with sprouting hair and a frighteningly strong and stocky body wrapped in a black karate uniform. The whole person looked like a standing black bear.
Bai Tangjing briefly recalled the battle pictures he saw in the slot machine room.
"Kuroki Gensai...?"
At this moment, a slightly familiar voice came from the seat behind.
"What the hell? That uncle's technique is nothing special! It's not as good as my razor..."
"Idiot manager, with that kind of terrifyingly solid basic skills, I'm afraid that black man simply doesn't have the ability to let him use his true skills!"
These two voices...
Bai Tangjing turned around and saw that it was indeed the manager who had been eliminated by him on the Destiny, the hedgehog-headed manager with yellow hair, and the shemale with the yellow-haired pot-headed head.
The two people sitting in the back also saw Bai Tangjing's turned face.
"Oh! It's your boy!"
Huang Mao, named Li Ren, spoke in a very aggressive tone, which even made Bai Tangjing think that he would rush forward to avenge the knockout round right now.
So the young man was a little more wary.
But the development of things is always unexpected.
"The game you just played was so cool! 'I just want to crush you', is that what you said?"
"The fist fight lacks beauty, but in terms of strength alone, it is indeed stronger than imagined!"
The two people patted Bai Tangjing's shoulders and praised his game sincerely.
On the contrary, Bai Tangjing felt a little embarrassed.
In the conversation with each other, Bai Tangjing also understood a little bit about the personalities of the fighters in the Fist Wish Club.
It’s true that they are all warriors with a strong fighting spirit.
Therefore, they will be unscrupulous in battle.
Humiliation, dirty tricks, ruthless tactics...these are endless.
But fighting can only be regarded as the "first meeting" of knowing them.
If in daily contact in the future, you find that the other person is not bad, then even if you are an opponent who has blasted each other or spit on each other in the game, it is not impossible to become friends.
This kind of balance between combat and daily life, Bai Tang Jing feels... not bad.
Just when the relationship between several people was moving towards becoming friends, the situation on the field began to change.
It turned out that Jerry, a strong black man, proudly introduced to everyone the highest achievement of his decades of martial arts practice, the hot weapon Xiangtang Quan - J-style Xiangtang Quan.
This martial art was born out of the Republic Xiangtong Quan, but he abandoned the animal-simulating part and instead simulated more violent thermal weapons!
He weighs about a hundred kilograms and has muscles as solid as black steel.
He was running on the battlefield with his hands raised flat, and the sound of howling through the air was really a bit like a missile.
But Kuroki Gensai, who looked like an upright black bear, faced the huge impact but simply dodged or was hit with the bottom of his palm.
Just let the black cannonballs swarming across the field return in vain.
The whole process didn’t even take more than three steps!
"F**k you bro! Can't you fight like a real man?"
The amount of exercise involved in long-distance running in a fighting state is no joke. Even the tall and strong Jerry Tyson was aware of the decline of his physical fitness at this moment.
Kuroki Genzai had a stern look from beginning to end. At this time, he took a breath and answered.
"Well, it's time for the antics to end."
"Now!" Jerry spotted this gap and used his strong lower limbs to leave two deep marks on the sand.
Emergency stop.
Then turn around and charge!
"Eat my move, Scud Missile!"
"bass-"
The sound of movement on the red sand spread to the entire arena along with the stage equipment.
"What?"
The black man Jerry's big, bright eyes revealed surprise.
Beside him, Kuroki Xuanzhai, whose face was as cold as an ancient well, just seized the opportunity and made a light pivot.
Then he came to Jerry's side, who was charging.
"You want to see through my punches and attack me from the side? That's useless! What's the difference between attacking me who weighs 100 kilograms and moves at high speed, and hitting a big truck..."
"Dong-"
The confidence in Jerry's mind didn't have time to react.
Kuroki Gensai, who was in a karate stance, just swung his arm downwards, and the back of his fisted hand and forearm hit Jerry Tyson's raised hands from the side.
And the impact of the self-proclaimed "high-speed truck" rushed towards the red sand on the ground in an instant!
The fist penetrated into the sand and even made a ravine on the ground.
The overalls and suit shirt he was wearing were instantly worn into tatters.
But when everyone thought that black people would just quit.
Jerry smiled confidently, then pulled his hands out of the sand, brought up a large cloud of fine sand, and swung it in the direction of Kuroki Genzai.
"You can't believe it! My skin has undergone special organ training in the Republic, similar to the iron palm, and the fine sand doesn't hurt or itch at all!"
With that said, he re-arranged his [Scud Missile] stance and rushed towards the flying sand, dust and mist.
But before he could get started...
"Bang-"
A kick from the crook of the rear leg caused him to kneel down on one knee.
A hand as broad and thick as a black bear's paw hugged his entire head and pressed him down.
"Crunch-"
The terrifying finger force crushed the skull, as if the next moment it could penetrate this ridiculous layer of defense and penetrate directly into the brain!
The sound made the black man's eyes spin in horror.
"no!no!n..."
"bass!"
A strike through the hand, but with a sound like a sharp weapon piercing the air.
Rubbing the black skin, it stopped on the side of the neck. There was a drop of blood hanging on the fingertips, about to drip.
"The Elephant Boxing is half-skilled but not refined, and the lower body has brute strength but is unstable. I really don't know what you have learned in the Republic.
Who gave you the courage to create a Xiangtong boxing that simulates objects that don’t even have flesh and bone structure? Guo Haihuang?"
The last three words uttered by the man who looked like a black bear seemed to possess indescribable magic in his powerful voice.
The black man who was kneeling on the ground, having his skull crushed by fingers, and his neck cut with his hands, abandoned all the anxiety and fear in his eyes the moment these three words entered his ears.
On the contrary, it is full of...pilgrimage-like piety!
"You, you know..."
"Shut up, you are not qualified to say his name. I was just lucky enough to meet him once and receive guidance for a day."
"Even so!" The blood flow from the wound on the black man's neck was increasing, but he didn't care. He just said excitedly, "Even if it's just for one day, I have fought with the person who taught me! Isn't it?
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"...If your pursuit of martial arts is only satisfied with this, then so be it." Kuroki Genzai turned his head and said, "Referee, announce it."
"Oh, oh! I declare! The winner is - Motorhead Corporation! Kuroki Gensai!"
I don't know if it was an illusion, but when the black bear-like uncle left the stage, Bai Tangjing in the audience felt a very targeted fighting spirit, like a red-hot blade.
At least when he turned his head and looked over, beside him were Saeko, Ouma, Rito and Yamashita, Keisaburo Sawada.