Zang Kun's domineering and bloody kicks brought a strong visual impact to the audience, especially the last volley that made people excited and almost screamed.
Winning a hundred battles in a row! Zang Kun relied on his legs that were as good as iron rods to achieve a lifetime of glory. The underground fighting arena in the northern part of ZG once again gave birth to a super strong man with a hundred consecutive victories, an undoubted super strong man.
People should cheer, applaud, and look at the warriors with admiration.
But at this moment, no one made a sound, even breathing carefully, and their more fiery eyes were fixed on the slightly slender body.
"The real battle...is about to begin!"
Thousands of people present, this sentence appeared in their minds without distinction.
The battle they are really looking forward to is about to begin! The previous bloody battle was just a warm-up, a simple warm-up. From now on, the showdown between the strongest will truly begin.
"It's his grandparents'! It's finally about to start!"
"Place your bet, place your bet! I can't wait!"
"If you bet ten thousand yuan, five hundred bets in total, you will die if you buy Dicheng, a piece of rubbish!"
"TMD, rubbish? Be careful what you say, come and place a bet, buy a thousand bets, bet Di Cheng and win!"
"Bet eight hundred, Di Cheng wins!"
"Place a bet..."
The wealthy people on the sofa suddenly became excited and shouted to the bodyguards to place bets. Place big bets. One by one, the big men walked towards the backstage carrying heavy suitcases. The big shots in the box also cheered up and whispered to their men to start.
Place a bet.
At the same time, several big men in the background slowly opened their eyes, their bright and sharp eyes looked towards the arena, their strong fighting spirit burning like fire!
"Are we about to start? Di Cheng! I hope you can survive Zang Kun's iron legs! I...wait for your battle!" Two of them took off their robes, gripped their weapons, and stood at the east and west entrances.
His eyes were fixed on the arena.
The two are respectively, the little king with 100 consecutive victories: Baohu Sanke; and Xu Yun, the fighting king with 200 consecutive victories with double swords.
"It's about to begin." Di Cheng slowly exhaled and stood up.
Yang Jing casually glanced at the two figures who appeared in the darkness at the entrance, and said in a low voice: "The challengers in the last two games seem to be Sanke and Xu Yun, two difficult guys. It seems that some people
I don’t want to see you succeed, Brother Cheng.”
"Sangke, Xu Yun... this is interesting." Di Cheng raised the corner of his mouth and walked towards the ring amidst the mixed gazes, step by step, as if strolling in a courtyard, with an unpretentious elegance and chicness.
Some people say that you can look at a person's temperament by observing their walking posture. Confidence, nervousness, pride, and laziness will all be revealed in every move!
"Dicheng, I wish you success." After Di Cheng stood up, the wealthy people sitting around raised their glasses of red wine and deliberately raised their voices and said to the bodyguards around him: "Choose a bet of 100,000 yuan, add more
Note eight hundred!"
Eight hundred? That’s a total of 80 million yuan! Everyone looked at him sideways, and many maids secretly sent flirtatious glances, hoping to attract the attention of such a wealthy man.
"Success? Humph, it's not that easy." Of course, some people were optimistic about Di Cheng, while others were disgusted and disgusted. They also deliberately amplified their voices: "Choose a bet of 100,000, add 1,000, and I... will buy you to death!"
"Hey, Di Cheng, I'm sorry. I thought you were going to die, and it was going to be a miserable death. Come on, please bet 100,000 yuan, and add 800!"
The sounds of placing bets again came and went, making the whole venue noisy. Di Cheng's pace remained unchanged, not affected by the outside world at all.
"I accept your challenge!" Standing on the ring, Di Cheng wore his usual evil yet gentle smile, but his indifferent eyes had already seen a few sparks and light spots as he walked slowly.
Although it is small, it carries a kind of heat that drives the stadium crazy.
"Dicheng!" Zang Kun stared at Di Cheng closely, his body slowly arched, like the prelude of a cheetah hunting. "I have been looking forward to the battle with you for a long time. Although you are already famous, today... I want to use
Your corpse creates my glory!"
"You should be lucky, lucky that you didn't fight me until now, otherwise... your achievements will stop at 100 consecutive wins, and even ten consecutive wins are a luxury. Do you believe it or not?" Doubling, provoking the other party.
, Di Cheng quite liked this feeling.
"I really don't believe it!" His eyes suddenly lit up, and the momentum in his body exploded after being compressed to the extreme. With a loud roar, his curled up body shot away like an arrow from a string.
He rushed forward, eight meters away, stopped blinking, and stomped the ground with his left foot, causing the entire arena to tremble. The instantaneous transition from extreme movement to extreme stillness brought out an unimaginable impact. His left leg was the axis, and his body rotated and swung.
The moving iron legs used the fierce inertia to roar and strike, using the force of the stormy waves to hit the shore and reach Di Cheng's waist!
He who uses his legs is good at attacking! Facing this super fighting king who silently created myths, Zang Kun did not dare to be careless and took the initiative to attack, and he also exploded with 120% of his full strength.
A simple sweep but a visual impact. The audience even felt as if there were several afterimages in their eyes. Their eyes widened and they were focused on the ring!
A crisp, thunderous sound resounded in the arena, and everyone felt their ears ringing!
On the ring, Di Cheng remained motionless. He intercepted accurately with his left hand and grasped his calf like a steel claw. Zang Kun was restrained by his fierce attack!
At the beginning of the game, at the beginning of the attack, the difference between the strong and the weak is clearly revealed! On the edge of the arena, those fighters who have won ten or twenty consecutive victories are staring at the ring tightly, their breathing almost stops. For them, this level of competition is
Fighting is not about fancy appreciation, but a treasure trove of experience! Learn it, learn it hard! This will determine their future life and death!
"Arrogant!" Zang Kun roared. His stopped body only stopped for a moment. Instead, he used the power of Di Cheng's grasp to fly away. His left leg clicked quickly, and his toes were like a drill heading straight for Di Cheng's face. The momentum seemed like
To blow his head to pieces.
Bang bang bang bang!
Di Cheng flew with his right hand, blocking all of them, but Zang Kun's use of his legs was almost superb. Although Di Cheng was strong, he would not be arrogant enough to defeat him standing still.
After more than 30 consecutive clicks, his left hand was forced to let go of Zang Kun's right leg and intercepted with both hands.
The body landed and struck again. Zang Kun had experienced hundreds of battles and had experienced almost all kinds of life and death tests. Facing a strong man like Di Cheng, he could only amplify his body functions to the maximum limit, attack, attack, take the initiative to attack without any pause.
Take the initiative to attack!
The surface of the arena made a "dong-dong" sound. Zang Kun jumped up and down, kicking out his legs in a series. The route was weird and fast. The rich people present were all outsiders who didn't know kung fu. How did the ancient knights wave their swords and stamp their feet to shake the nine provinces?
They had never seen it so powerful, but Zang Kun's two iron legs flying up and down stimulated their visual nerves. Even the proud bodyguards couldn't help but secretly gasp.
Many of these people have seen Zang Kun's matches, but it is undeniable that today he has completely surpassed him in terms of momentum and moves. I am afraid that this is his true strength.
"Dicheng, take another move from me!" Another six consecutive kicks in the air, Di Cheng was forced to somersault back, taking advantage of this moment, Zang Kun stepped on the ring with both feet, shot diagonally into the air, and rotated 180 degrees in mid-air.
, put his feet together and spin like a cannonball.
Both speed and strength were carefully calculated. In the arena, they did not rely solely on brute force. During the life-and-death battle, their brains were also running at high speed, and their exploding bodies were aimed at the position where Di Cheng stood up.
There was a slight noise under the stage, and many ladies covered their open mouths nervously. Such an impact can definitely perfectly interpret the word "violent". If you are hit by it, no matter how hard your body is, I'm afraid
It will also break on the spot in an instant.
His pupils shrank, Di Cheng was confident that he could dodge, but...
"Try the strength of your legs!" He stood up quickly, squatted down slightly, clenched his right hand into a fist while moving in the air, and hooked the feet above his head.
Nothing fancy, just an uppercut, but the key is speed and power!
Bang! The two touched each other with a dull blast. Di Cheng's right arm trembled, and terrible power poured into the right side of his body. His steady body immediately staggered back until he was ten steps away.
Zang Kun, on the other hand, was directly knocked back by the long punch. His body lost balance and hit the ring hard, causing a wave of shaking. He put his hands on the ground, quickly jumped up, retreated to the edge of the ring, and locked onto Di Cheng vigilantly.
"So...so strong!" It seemed like it ended in a draw, but people close to the ring could notice that Zang Kun's legs were shaking slightly, especially his feet. Even though he was holding on for stability, he was still trembling.
Zang Kun looked calm on the surface, but his back was soaked with cold sweat. If he hadn't reacted quickly and curled his knees slightly before making contact with his fist, the force might have broken his legs and split them apart.
This is my strongest support and my greatest self-confidence.
What a great Dicheng!!!!
Di Cheng also locked on Zang Kun, walking slowly against the edge of the ring, swinging his right hand slowly, and the joints were already dripping with blood.
Obviously, even he didn't feel that well after the heavy blow just now.
"Your legs... are interesting. You must have used the iron rod as a training object." Di Cheng said neither lightly nor harshly. He continued to receive Zang Kun's thousands of leg attacks from beginning to end, and his breath was still stable, which showed that he was
The physical strength is so terrifying.
"In the past, I used iron bars to train, but today, I have to use something else to train him. Di Cheng, prepare for my all-out attack. You will be defeated today!" Although Zang Kun was shocked, his momentum was strong.
But it actually improved a few points. He is not a fool. On the battlefield, if anyone is timid, failure will follow him.
"You are welcome at any time, I also need someone to warm up." Di Cheng chuckled, shook his right hand heavily, then raised it, inviting a fight!
"Warm up? Di Cheng, if you underestimate others, you will not end well, especially...me!" Zang Kunchen roared and stepped forward again. This time, not only his legs roared, but his fists also joined the attack.
Except for a slight gasp, Zang Kun's offensive showed no signs of weakening. He attacked with wild force and suppressed Di Cheng tightly. Each move was closely connected, as fast as the wind and rain.
However, gradually, the audience's blood, which had been soared by Zang Kun's fierce and gorgeous attack, gradually began to subside. Both experts and laymen saw something.
"Huh? Something's not right! Di Cheng, he..." Di Cheng, who seemed to be suppressed, was actually not as passive as he imagined, because from beginning to end, except for that fist-to-foot fight, he never took the initiative to attack.
There are two possibilities, one is that it is difficult for him to resist, and the other is that he does not want to take the initiative.
As a fighting champion with 499 consecutive victories, the former possibility is automatically ruled out. In other words, Di Cheng is really just warming up now, he is... playing tricks on Zang Kun!
This thought came to mind, and everyone's eyes gradually became weird. Are you kidding me? Facing a beast among beasts like Zang Kun, someone can actually be so "relaxed and comfortable"!
Not only them, Zang Kun also gradually felt the strangeness of the atmosphere, and a sense of humiliation mixed with anger surged into his heart.
"Dicheng, you are looking for death!" Zang Kun roared, his body stopped suddenly, and his right foot swept out!
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