"Come again!!" Tu Qingcang roared, using the elasticity of rubber to shoot into the sky, like a large stone mill spinning at high speed, rolling up a shocking impact whirlwind, and raging down towards Di Cheng. www.pAo8.cOM_
At this moment, there was no sound in the audience. People forgot to shout and cheer. They opened their eyes wide and held their breath, staring at the figures on the ring, for fear of missing any of the wonderful scenes.
Di Cheng pushed his feet hard on the ground, his sharp eyes locked on the target, his momentum was condensed, and his muscles were tense, like a high-strength spring compressed to the extreme!
"Die!" Thunder-like roars rolled in, and Tu Qingcang, who was spinning, swung his iron legs, carrying the momentum of the fierce and domineering storm, and whizzed down!
"The eighth move!!" Di Cheng's body swayed slightly and stepped forward in an instant, and his whole figure became psychedelic and invisible in the afterimage. The clenched iron fist passed through Tu Qing as if it were crossing space.
All Cang's manic moves were close to his chest in an instant.
Bang!!! Tu Qingcang's move completely failed, but Di Cheng's impact hit his chest accurately. Most of the entire fist was buried in the steel-like muscles, and the heart-protecting bones of the chest were filled with cracks with a clear clicking sound.
Silence!!! The dragon-like Tu Qingcang was frozen in mid-air, and the whole world seemed to be frozen at this moment! Only the sound of cracking bones sounded in people's ears!
Breathing stopped, blood coagulated, and the eyes of thousands of people were all focused on this point like sharp arrows!
There was a brief stagnation, but it also seemed like a long-term stalemate. Tu Qingcang's manic figure was violently pushed back, along the original spinning trajectory, and flew again, hitting the ring heavily, and the whole arena trembled.
Wow... the blood in his chest spurted out, and Tu Qingcang, who was lying on the ground, turned pale, and his body was shaking uncontrollably because of the pain.
"There are two final moves, do you want to continue?" Di Cheng calmly stretched out his hand as if to invite a fight.
"Okay!!!" The scene was once again filled with fanatical cheers and applause. Whether it was the rich, the waiters, the contestants, or the bikini ladies, they all stared at the figure standing upright like a sword with gleaming eyes. They were filled with excitement.
They grabbed the wine bottles and poured wine. Some of them beat the marble table hard, and some directly hugged the girl next to them and kissed them vigorously. Each of them used their own way to vent the almost boiling blood in their bodies!
But compared to the crowd's cheers and shouts, Mei Yan and the others, as well as the Two Hundred Victory King in the audience, frowned slightly. Others couldn't see anything, but they could see the subtle difference with their vicious eyes.
At this moment, Di Cheng extended his left hand to invite a fight!!
The right hand that had attacked before was pressed against the lower back. Dots of bright red spread on the skirt of the clothes, and the entire right arm and lower body were trembling extremely slightly.
Obviously, in the previous confrontation, although Di Cheng shocked everyone, he was definitely seriously injured.
Mei Yan, Sha Lang and Ye Wantong exchanged glances with each other, moved to the side without leaving a trace, and soon formed a triangle to surround the ring. After ten moves, they would immediately take action to stop the competition.
"Cough...cough..." Tu Qingcang coughed a few times, and his majestic body slowly got up. The restless hot air exhaled from the empty nostrils, his expression as ferocious and fanatical as before. "Okay! Okay, great!"
Di Cheng deserves to be Di Cheng!! You are the first person who can hurt me in the past three years!!"
"There are two more moves, do you want to continue?" Di Cheng spoke again.
Tu Qingcang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered: "Continue! Of course continue! Do you think you can defeat me like this? You underestimate me, Tu Qingcang."
"Please, the next move is the ninth move. You still have two chances!" Di Cheng quietly clenched his right fist and suppressed the trembling of his arm and wrist.
"Two moves? It seems that you have been away for too long and have forgotten the rules of the arena. As long as you step into this arena, there are only two endings, life and death!" Tu Qingcang roared manically again, with strong evil intentions and ferocity due to his expression.
Sweeping the whole place with ferocity.
He does not allow himself to be used as a foil, does not allow his final battle to end in a disastrous defeat, and does not allow anyone to trample on his reputation as "Yam Luo".
No one can do it!!
"Five hundred consecutive wins, today's myth will be shaped by me!!" Roaring like thunder, Tu Qingcang's tall and strong body swayed forward, and his fast movements similar to those of Di Cheng were gradually used, creating the same illusion of afterimages.
, crossed over to Di Cheng's side in an instant, and the impact of the violent storm poured down again.
Continuous! Layers on top of each other! At the beginning, only speed is important, hands, feet, knees and elbows, taking over to attack, weaving layers of fierce battle nets, trying to get Di Cheng into a stalemate and fierce battle first, instead of using one move after another.
A duel of moves.
Tu Qingcang's biggest advantage is actually his physical fitness, just like Yang Jing, the original Two Hundred Victory King!!
Under normal conditions, you can stay awake and fight continuously for more than ten hours, and your fighting spirit will still be high!!
He didn't believe that Di Cheng had no flaws. As long as there were more fierce battles and the time went on, mistakes would eventually occur. No one could avoid this!
"Nine moves have passed, the tenth move!!" His calculation was good, but Di Cheng didn't go as he expected. He blocked it accurately with both hands, and swung his right foot to knock him back.
"What a beautiful thought!!" Tu Qingcang screamed with concentration, stamped his feet on the ground, and clung to him again.
"Sorry, you wasted the last two opportunities! Tu Qingcang, let me show you what real speed is!" Just when the ferocious iron fist was about to get close to the tip of his nose, Di Cheng's body blurred for an instant.
Huh!! The manic iron fist passed through the afterimage. Because the change was so sudden, Tu Qingcang almost lost his balance after holding back his momentum.
His heart was horrified, and cold sweat instantly spread all over his back. Tu Qingcang reacted in an instant, using his unbalanced posture to pounce forward, trying to dodge the opponent's ensuing attack.
However... at the moment when his brain reacted, the afterimage from before became incredibly solid, and the rotating fist quickly enlarged in his sight. Bang!! Click! The ferocious nostril area was suddenly severely injured, and the strong strength came to him.
Blast it away.
The cheers and shouts slowly stopped. They stared blankly at Tu Qingcang who was flying backwards. They were confused for a moment. Because Di Cheng's dodge and return and Tu Qingcang's reaction were all in an instant.
Changes, their vision basically failed to keep up with the speed, so...
What's going on?? This time it's not shock, but confusion!
Di Cheng slowly breathed out to relieve the feeling of weakness and whispered to himself: "When I can freely use this kind of speed that exceeds the physical limit, it marks that I have truly entered the position of human emperor. That day...
…Maybe it’s not far away!”
Tu Qingcang covered his bleeding nostrils, shook his dizzy head vigorously, quickly jumped up, and glared at Di Cheng: "You are so stupid!"
"You're cheating? Haha... It's ridiculous. Sorry, the ten moves have been passed, and today's competition is over. If I have a chance another day, I will have a good fight with you." Di Cheng chuckled softly, said no more, turned and walked towards the ring.
edge.
"Want to run away? It's not that easy. We fight to the death, and no one can leave until the end!!" Tu Qingcang roared angrily, and ran away again, swinging his fist directly to the back of Di Cheng's head.
"Dicheng, get out of the way!!" People in the audience were shocked and shouted anxiously.
"Hei Niu, will Grandpa Sha play with you?" At the critical moment, a frivolous roar suddenly sounded, and a figure shot up into the sky. The sky was filled with leg shadows as it roared like a storm, and the sharp edge hit Tu Qingcang's body.
The thrusting iron fist.
Clang!! The iron fist and the toes collided with each other, and the terrifying power reverberated around the point of collision, sweeping through the whole body.
Tu Qingcang's right arm was instantly paralyzed, and he was caught off guard and staggered back. The figure from before rolled back again and landed lightly on the zoomed wooden stakes of the arena.
"Who is this?!" Tu Qingcang just stopped and yelled angrily!
The people who had not yet become worried about Di Cheng's life and death all turned their gazes again, staring at the figure standing on the pillar with uncontrollable shock.
He...he actually knocked Tu Qingcang away with one kick?!
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