Compared with the gorgeous shock of the previous moves, Zang Kun's furious strike seemed a bit bland, but Di Cheng, who was locked by it, could feel the terrifying power contained in it. I am afraid that all the power in his body had been gathered into this useless move.
Sweeping the legs cutely.
"Zang Kun, you made a mistake!" However, despite the great force and strong offensive, many discerning people could see that his mood fluctuated.
This is not to blame Zang Kun for losing control of his emotions. His greatest advantage is self-confidence, but self-confidence can also be understood as pride. The most unbearable thing for him, who is proud by nature, is to be ignored. Ever since he stepped into this arena, everyone who looked down on him has
Everyone was lying in a pool of blood, becoming the cornerstone of glory. But now, in the battle that he considered the most important in life, he was being teased by his opponent in this way.
"You are still young and need to hone, not only your strength, but also other things. In the next life, work hard." Di Cheng touched the ground with his toes, took half a step outward, no more, no less, just in time to retreat from the opponent's attack.
Avoid it.
Huh? Zang Kun's face changed, and he didn't expect that Di Cheng would choose to retreat and hide. He tried his best to attack and suddenly had a bye. No matter how strong he was, his body still had difficulty controlling his balance, and he almost fell to the ground while spinning.
"It's over." Yang Jing snorted in the audience.
"It's time to appear!" At the entrance, two figures stood up at the same time and walked towards the ring.
Their emotional loss of control was noticed by them, and they, who had experienced hundreds of battles, quickly sentenced each other to death in their hearts!
On the ring, Zang Kun's attack was so powerful that he bounced back several times when he fell. He hit the ground with his right palm, enduring the pain, and got up again.
But the moment his body bounced up, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure appearing behind him from the corner of his eye. So fast! His heart trembled, and Zang Kun didn't have time to think about it. Before he landed, he quickly curled up his right arm and pointed towards the back.
Remember the hard elbow strike.
His reactions are extremely quick and his moves are quite vicious.
But after all, he took action in a hurry, and his steps never touched the ground. For Di Cheng, this was really not much of a threat. He reached forward with his left hand, resolutely stepped forward, and bang! He intercepted accurately, exerted force with five fingers, and penetrated deeply into the flesh like a steel needle.
In the middle, control it vigorously. At the same time, the right hand changes into a palm and slashes down like a knife.
It is as powerful as the wind and as fast as lightning. From interception to shot, it is almost completed in the blink of an eye, which is dazzling.
Zang Kun was experienced and tried his best to dodge, but the sword was approaching.
Pu's fingertips rubbed the skin tightly and scratched, from the right shoulder to the left rib! Blood spurted out.
They had trained their muscles to such an extreme that it would be difficult for ordinary people to slash with a knife to cause much damage, but Ke Di actually used his fingertips to open up a large bloody hole across his back.
"Hey, this guy is covered in weapons?" The wealthy people who came here for the first time gasped and looked in shock.
"Isn't it? This guy's eyes can kill people! If you don't believe me, you can try it. I guarantee that I will stare you to death." The rich man next to him said with emotion.
This wound was not considered an injury to Zang Kun. He had endured many hardships through life and death, gritting his teeth and trying to break free.
But the moment he landed, Di Cheng's right leg suddenly struck out. It's not scary to attack from the front. What's scary is that Di Cheng's right leg moves as fast as the wind, and it's... silent and at a tricky angle!
Zang Kun wanted to avoid it, but he also noticed when his toes were approaching, but he greatly underestimated the opponent's speed and strength. When he felt something was wrong, the toes were already approaching.
Click! The tip of the toe hit Zang Kun's knee hard, and the crisp sound of cracking bones was heard. The entire right leg suddenly folded backwards in a V shape, sticky blood spattered, and dazzling bone stubble penetrated the flesh.
, the bloody scene made the women in the audience scream.
Zang Kun looked at his broken right leg in a daze, his mind went blank, the whole world was dead for a moment, and he didn't even feel the pain. Broken? Is this his leg? Could this be his leg? This might be what he does every day.
The legs of an iron rod?
Broken? How is this possible?!
After a brief daze, severe pain and unspeakable panic swept through the body like a tide.
Ah, the shrill scream suddenly sounded, like a wounded beast roaring in endless wild helplessness! Zang Kun's eyes were fixed on the knee area where blood was gushing out like a faucet. There was deep fear in his eyes, and his majestic body was shaking violently on the ground.
Despair, panic, far more than the pain itself.
Broken? This...this is my...life's greatest dependence!
Di Cheng didn't have the slightest pity. He had seen too many survival and death situations in the life and death arena. Here, it was either you or me who died. Any sympathy could only be digging a grave for oneself.
He stepped forward and appeared in front of Zang Kun. He swung his right leg and slammed into his chest. The huge penetration force sent him flying directly, throwing him out of the ring in a wide arc and hitting the edge of the arena.
"I'm here to help you relieve the pain!" Yang Jing suddenly laughed and jumped up. He quickly reached forward with his hands in mid-air and grabbed Zang Kun's throat and thighs. Before he could resist, he squeezed hard with his big hands, and the huge force pinched his throat in an instant.
The right knee was twisted and broken. The right knee then pushed forward with all its strength, just like Zang Kun had killed the big black man before. It pushed against his lower abdomen, clicked, and the waist drum was broken, and the half-dead man was completely dead.
The clear cracking sound of bones resounded throughout the audience. Even though some people had expected that Zang Kun could not stop Di Cheng, they did not expect that he would be defeated so quickly and miserably!
"Failed?" The big shots in the box looked at each other. Every time the birth of the Little King of Hundred-Strike Victory would cause a sensation, there were less than twenty strong ones with a Hundred-Strike Victory in the entire five countries and seven directions in Southeast Asia! Except for those who later died tragically,
In addition, after being taken under someone's command, each one of them became a super strong person with a powerful reputation.
But now the new generation of top 100 kings has just been born, but he only lasted 30 minutes in the 101st game of his life.
The transition between glory and sorrow is so short.
A life stained with blood came to an end in the blink of an eye.
It's just that although there is regret, there is no sadness. This is a death arena. What the wealthy businessmen want is blood and excitement, not grief and sadness.
"Dicheng! How dare you accept the challenge!" A roar swept through the entire audience, and the silence was like thunder on the ground, causing everyone's hands to tremble.
The long-awaited Explosive Tiger Sank stepped forward and charged wildly, bang! The whole arena was shaking. Just as everyone was about to follow the sound, bursts of exclamations and roars suddenly came from the sound. Because this sturdy and somewhat over-the-top "tiger"
"He did not rush forward with his feet on the ground, but rushed forward wildly on the marble surface in front of the rich man. Every time he stepped down, not only the dinner plates and wine glasses were in a mess, but there were even a few cracks on the tabletop.
"Sank, you are seeking death!" A tall bodyguard yelled angrily, punching and punching, ready to teach this arrogant guy a lesson. However, the fist seemed fierce, but Sank turned a blind eye, and his majestic body like a buffalo rushed forward.
Bang! The bodyguard's fist hit Sank's raised calf firmly, but... click! Sank showed no resistance and continued to rush forward, but the bodyguard's wrist broke instantly, and blood spurted and surged forward.
The powerful force even swept his tall body away, knocking over three rows of stone tables in a row, opening his mouth wide, and blood splattered.
The whole audience was in an uproar, and even the wealthy people who had seen Sank's strength gasped. Has this guy's strange power increased again?
Sank, a veteran fighting king in the fighting arena, is a monster who shocked the underground fighting arena with his strength. He once knocked an adult bison to death just by relying on his impact force.
After winning hundreds of games in a row, he refused invitations from all forces and took up residence in the Hulunbuir underground fighting arena. After that, although he rarely participated in competitions, his already trembling power seemed to increase by a few points every time he went out, and no one could do it anymore.
If he can persist under him for more than five minutes, he is vaguely the strongest leader among the five "little kings of 100-win streak".
Bang! Sank stepped down fiercely, and the tabletop shattered. His strong body flew into the air and landed heavily on the ring, causing another tremor.
"Dicheng, the warm-up is over. Now, I, Sanke, will be your opponent! A battle of life and death!" Sanke is a man from Inner Mongolia. He is two meters and a half tall and weighs 160 kilograms. He has a rough face and a fierce look! If Vol.
The lower body looks like a terrifying adult male tiger.
But as soon as he finished speaking, there was another commotion, and Xu Yun, who was supposed to be in the third row, walked straight to the ring without stopping.
Xu Yun, a tough-blooded man like a soldier, resolute and cold-blooded, was the two original champions of this division, and together with the other 200-game winning streak champion, they are called the East Asian duo. He wields a pair of broadswords like arms and fingers, as if his body
Part of it. As one of the defenders, he has not fought for two years, but the glory and glory of the past are still deeply engraved in everyone's minds. He... is the fifth person in the history of Southeast Asia's death fighting arena to win two hundred games in a row.
The fighting king. His strength is beyond doubt!
At this moment, when they saw the former king walking onto the ring, everyone looked at each other, not knowing what he wanted to do.
"Xu Yun, you are in the third round, and it is not your turn now." Sanke said in a buzzing voice. Although he looked fierce, his tone was obviously full of respect. The strong were respected in the fighting arena, and when he first entered
In the fighting world, Xu Yun was already famous, and he was also the goal in his heart and the object of admiration.
Xu Yun did not pay attention to Sanke, his eyes never left Di Cheng from beginning to end, he slowly raised his swords, and said in a calm voice what stunned everyone: "Di Cheng, if Sanke and I join forces, do you have the courage to challenge!
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