Abandoning Sanke, Di Cheng turned around and took action, directly attacking Xu Yun. He clasped his claws like ten thousand wolves killing him, which contained a strong and evil intention.
Puff Puff With the rapid pace, Di Cheng's claws scratched Xu Yun's body one after another, and blood flowers spattered out along with the blood marks, scattering all over the ground in desolation and shock.
Xu Yun roared angrily again and again, and tried his best to attack, but the two swords were separated from his hands, just like a tiger with its claws removed, and its combat effectiveness was greatly damaged. How could he withstand Di Cheng's mad attack.
The whole audience was shocked, grab the knife?!
It is said that Xu Yun's swords were held in his hands even when he was sleeping, almost adhering to his body. How could Di Cheng snatch the swords away so easily?
With a loud shout, Di Cheng's claws suddenly changed into palms and struck Xu Yun's chest heavily. The huge impact was like a roaring train, sending him flying directly.
Hum! He snorted coldly, Di Cheng instantly twisted his body, took out his palms with all his strength, and stamped to the back. There, the furious Sanke was already approaching. Bang! His fists intercepted him in an instant, Di Cheng's body trembled, he took three steps back, Sanke
If it is suppressed, the body will lose control and take more than five steps straight back.
A roar exploded on the tip of his tongue. With the help of the terrifying momentum, Di Cheng rushed forward and jumped up before approaching Sank. He swung his feet and roared at Sank at a speed of ten times per second.
The clear and crisp sound of the fight resounded throughout the audience. Sank used his fists and arms to intercept, but what he got in return was dripping blood, and his steel-like flesh was ripped apart by the kicks.
Landing deftly, he rotated his hands to attack, just like the Tai Chi technique. Bang! Sanke's fists were pressed together as hard as Di Cheng was kneading dough.
His right foot whizzed forward, intercepting all the killing moves from below Sank. At the same time, he exerted force with his arms and started rotating him again with a muffled roar.
boom!
The arena trembled, and Sank's body hit the arena solidly!
The second time! The second round smash! Even though Di Cheng's strength was terrifying, this kind of impact was not a serious injury to the thick-skinned Sank.
But... this is a shame! Di Cheng is trampling on his pride and dignity again and again! He is using his strength to shake Sanke, and in this way he is mocking the explosive tiger Sanke who has always been proud of his strength!
"Xu Yun, how long can you hold on!" Di Cheng's eyes were like a torch, he abandoned Sanke and rushed towards Xu Yun again. The same moves came pouring down again, like strong winds and rain, like howling mountain torrents, forcing Xu Yun to deal with it in embarrassment.
Five minutes passed quickly. Xu Yun's body was covered with claws and he was in a state of panic. He could no longer inflict any trauma on Di Cheng. Instead, his own burning lamp was exhausted and he was unable to fight anymore. In just a few minutes, Sanke was even more
Di Cheng's wheel hit the ground nineteen times!
The severe pain caused Xu Yun's body to tremble uncontrollably, and he knelt heavily on the ground. He... no longer had any confidence.
There is no greater sorrow than heartbreak. The sorrow of a warrior lies in powerlessness! He often warned himself that as a warrior, he must fight fiercely in the ring until the last moment of his life, never admit defeat or retreat. But now... Although he still has fighting ability,
But he didn't want to fight anymore, for no other reason than his confidence...the confidence he thought was strong had been completely destroyed by Di Cheng.
Ah!! Sank, who got up from the ground again, suddenly looked up to the sky and roared. His fists whizzed down, not to fight Di Cheng, but to hit the ring hard. His majestic tiger-like body slowly curled up, his head pressed against the ground, his two
Tears fell silently.
Defeated! The defeat was so miserable! The defeat was so ridiculous! The two of them joined forces to achieve this outcome!
He was unwilling to give in, and his heart was full of unwillingness, but the feeling of powerlessness was like ants swallowing up the belief to continue to stand up and fight.
Looking at the two people with sad expressions, Di Cheng's raised hands slowly fell down.
Although there are still regrets at the end, it can be considered a good ending.
Exhaling slowly, Di Cheng's arms and body trembled a little, and bits of scarlet blood dripped down his fingertips. However, he did not attack again, but stepped down from the ring.
Death fighting matches rarely leave any survivors alive, either severely injured or maimed or killed on the spot. Especially in high-level battles, no one is willing to spare the opponent's life.
Di Cheng chose to let them go, which was somewhat unexpected.
"Dicheng, you're going to kill me!" Sanke suddenly roared, his eyes scarlet, as ferocious as a wild beast!
"kill me!!"
"Kill me if you can! Come on, come on!"
"I, Sank, am not a coward, come on, come and kill me!!"
Roars mixed with anger and sadness echoed in the arena, but Di Cheng did not look back again and walked directly to the outside.
Everyone in the arena gradually stood up and looked at the tall figure with complicated eyes. Whether they were optimistic about him or resented him, at this moment, there was a touch of respect in their hearts, respect for the strong.
Winning, really winning! Five hundred consecutive victories, an unprecedented precedent in the entire Southeast Asian death fighting community, and even in the underground fighting community around the world. This is a myth, an unprecedented myth!
"Dicheng, you bastard, kill me!" Sank burst into tears, his sad roar echoing in the arena and shaking everyone's hearts.
All the contestants on the edge of the field, without exception, stood up slowly and stared at the slender figure with complicated expressions, showing respect, fear, fanaticism, and fighting spirit!
"Dicheng, I, Tu Qingcang, give you my best wishes!" A loud roar sounded from the high platform on the edge. Tu Qingcang, another strong player with 200 consecutive wins in the Hulunbuir Division, clenched his fist high and hit his chest hard. In the previous battle,
Di Cheng won his true respect with his strength.
"Di Cheng, have a good trip!" Many players also raised their fists to their chests and even bowed respectfully. Among them were opponents who had disliked him and hated him.
Five hundred consecutive victories, an immortal myth! But today is also Dicheng's last battle, and they... are willing to pay the highest respect to the pride of the Hulunbuir Division.
"Have a good trip!" At this moment, almost all the players were affected and roared loudly, which shook the whole audience!
"I hope you...can survive." Di Cheng glanced at these players who were still struggling on the edge of death and sent a simple but heavy blessing.
On the sidelines of the game, Di Cheng and Yang Jing clapped their hands together. Without much words, the two brothers just looked at each other, smiled, and strode out.
The staff at the exit quickly moved out of the way. Looking at the man with a relaxed smile, everyone's faces showed a trace of enthusiasm.
Man! This is the real man!
"Farewell Brother Cheng!" At this moment, more than 30 staff members stood at attention and bent down heavily. No one directed or reminded them. They were all neat and tidy.
"Friends, I hope we can meet again in the future." Di Cheng gently patted the shoulder of the staff member in front of him.
After leaving the stadium, getting into the car, and taking one last look at the gravel ridge in front of them, Di Cheng, Yang Jing, and both of them had a daze in their eyes, as if they had seen the scene of their desperate bloody battle.
"Pfft" Di Cheng's chest felt sweet, and the suppressed blood finally spattered out after he relaxed mentally. Then his face was half covered with glass and his face turned pale.
"Brother Cheng, what's wrong?" Yang Jing's heart trembled.
Di Cheng was lying on his back on the passenger seat, his face pale, his breathing a little hurried, and his hands shaking uncontrollably. "Sangke's fists are really hard, and Xu Yun's sword skills are also very tricky. It's not easy to defeat them."
It’s a simple matter, don’t worry, just apply some medicine and rest for a few days.”
Only then did Yang Jing realize that Di Cheng's clothes were in tatters and that he had no less than twenty hideous wounds. Just now, everyone was attracted by Di Cheng's halo and didn't even notice the wounds on his body. The same was true for Yang Jing.
"I said, Brother Cheng, why don't you kill Xu Yun and Sang Ke? It turns out this injury..." Yang Jing took out the medical kit and helped Di Cheng simply treat the wound to stop the bleeding.
Di Cheng smiled bitterly: "My kind of explosion that goes beyond the limit can't last too long. Xu Yunsangk is a fighting expert who is not much weaker than you. No one can predict what kind of actions he will make under a desperate counterattack. When the time comes, I will finally
Even if you are good, you will end up seriously injured, and you may even be partially disabled as a result."
"However, the final winner will still be Brother Cheng. Not only now, but I am afraid that the myth of five hundred consecutive victories will not happen again in the future."
Di Cheng shook his head: "Although the Hulunbuir Division represents the strongest strength of the nine divisions of the five Southeast Asian countries, and there are far more strong people in it than in other divisions, there are still many terrifying characters. There are people outside the world, and there is a world outside the world. The real strong people are not
It will only exist in the fighting arena. The world is the real stage, this is just a springboard."
Yang Jing's eyes were full of fighting spirit: "Then I will follow Brother Cheng and fight in every corner of the world. We...invite the world to fight!"
Di Cheng closed his eyes and whispered: "In the first battle, we go south to the three eastern provinces!"
After leaving the competition area, Yang Jing drove quickly across the vast grassland. However, in order to avoid Yin Yin's worries, the two found a water source deep in the grassland, cleaned up their bodies, treated their wounds, and changed into clean clothes.
"Brother Cheng!" When they returned to the town, Dahei and the others jumped up with excitement, almost roaring.
Back! Back safely! This also means that Di Cheng has fulfilled his ideal, winning five hundred games in a row, an unprecedented myth!
"Brother." After hearing the roar, Yinyin ran out, looked up and down for a moment, and made sure that Di Cheng was fine. She rushed forward and hugged her tightly, shedding tears with excitement. Although Di Cheng deliberately hid it from her,
But she was not stupid. She could guess from everyone's reactions that Di Cheng must be in a difficult situation today. Now that she saw her brother coming back, the stone in her heart finally fell.
"Silly girl, why are you crying? It's not like I won't come back." Di Cheng doted on you and rubbed Yin Yin's hair.
Yang Jing touched his nose and said, "Don't cry, little sister. With me by your side, who can do anything to my elder brother?"
Yinyin didn't answer anyone, she just hugged Di Cheng tightly and refused to let go. Di Cheng had no choice but to let her hug her. "Dahei, is someone here to cause trouble?"
"We found no less than six teams, most of them carrying guns, but for some unknown reason, they all retreated one after another, and no one came near." Dahei and the others wiped away a cold sweat, but they were not afraid.
If you dare to hang out in this small town, you will have already considered yourself dead. But once those six teams launch a charge, Yin Yinke will be in danger.
Yang Jing gave Di Cheng a thumbs up: "Brother Cheng has a reputation for foresight."
"Okay girl, it's time for us to leave. If we don't leave, we won't be able to catch today's flight." Di Cheng patted Yinyin.
"Yeah, let's go, let's get out of this damn place!" Yin Yin jumped up immediately, not even bothering to wipe the tears from her eyes, and ran into the house.
"Brother Cheng, are you... leaving now?" Dahei looked a little sad.
"Yes, it's been five years, and it's time to leave." Di Cheng looked around the surroundings and said, "I left you a sum of money, enough for you to marry, have children, and live a prosperous life."
"Brother Cheng! I..." Dahei and the other brothers looked at each other, and suddenly they all knelt down on one knee: "Brother Cheng, take us with you. Although we don't have much ability, we can do odd jobs and clean up the garbage.
no problem!"
Di Cheng was slightly stunned, then smiled and shook his head: "No, get up. I understand your concerns. If there is any need in the future, I will come to you."
"Stand up!" Yang Jing kicked Dahei and the others hard: "From now on, if you behave like yourself, don't always show people the door. If you come to Inner Mongolia again in the future and see that you are still so hopeless, be careful that I will twist you off.
neck."
"Brother Cheng, Brother Jing..." Dahei and the others were a little anxious and wanted to make a last-ditch effort. However, Yinyin dragged her bags out of the house and pouted dissatisfiedly: "Brother, second brother, come here.
Help."
"Here we come." Although the two of them were usually strong, they were very obedient in front of Yinyin. Seeing that the younger sister was dissatisfied, she quickly ran up to her.
But when Yang Jing walked past Dahei, he said softly: "Hide well, Brother Cheng will need you in the future, I hope you won't let me down."
"Dahei, Sangouzi, Xiaolang, sister is gone and I will come to play with you later." Sitting in the car, Yin Yin waved vigorously to Dahei and the others behind them.
"Brother Hei, let's..." Several brothers around him urged anxiously, almost rushing over. They had planned to follow Di Cheng, but now...
Dahei took a deep breath, clenched his fists tightly, and said in a deep voice: "No need, Brother Cheng may have other things to do, and I don't want anyone to disturb me now. But in the future, when we can be useful, I will hear Brother Jing
Did you say that? Don’t let Brother Cheng down!"
PS: Well... although there are not too many updates, the number of words in each chapter of the new book is equivalent to two chapters of the previous book. The mice are not lazy. Brothers, please collect and recommend!
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