On the stage of the martial arts arena, Feng Jueyu simply put aside the stainless steel sword. After gaining strength with the previous two moves, he used a pair of old fists to fight Zhong Yuhe, the number one genius of the Zhong family. This was another characteristic of Feng Da Killer.
In fact, until now, he has not planned to kill Zhong Yuhe, but this does not mean that Feng Jueyu is not angry. Originally, the two of them competed with each other in the name of competition. Even for the election, Feng Jueyu would not use insidious means.
What the big killer hates most in his life is sneak attacks on the villains who plot against him. It's OK to plot against others, but it's not okay to be plotted against by others. So, the big killer started venting to his heart's content.
In the center of the ring where the true energy was aroused, Feng Jueyu spread out his fists, palms and legs, and launched a series of killing moves towards Zhong Yuhe with the technique of close body and entanglement. He first blasted away Zhong Yuhe with the force of shoulder and elbow collision.
He's invisible air armor, and then used the magic of sticking words to drag Zhong Yuhe to his side, and then he got a heavy beating on his head, shoulders, arms, chest... Zhong Yuhe went from a powerful person to a powerful person.
The third level master of Shenwu instantly turned into a wooden stake, receiving nothing but beatings.
As the muffled sounds of punches to the flesh were heard one after another, Zhong Yuhe received three old punches on the face, and his shoulders were hit hard twice by Feng Jueyu with his elbow, and then his whole body was smashed to the ground.
When he got out, Feng Jueyu didn't give up. He moved all his true energy to the bottom of his feet, and with the weight of a thousand pounds, he landed on the stage one step faster than Zhong Yuhe. Then he raised his head, raised his chest, and swung out in front of Zhong Yuhe.
With three palms, he flew into the air again.
Then, Feng Jueyu took a deep breath, raised his body and quickly rushed to the front of Zhong Yuhe, using his grasping hand, Black Tiger Heart Fist, knee top, hammer, and Wind Palm to do everything. In short,
How to relieve one's anger, how to fight, how to have fun. The crowd can only see a figure flying around Zhong Yuhe at an incredible speed. Every time they pass by Zhong Yuhe, they will think of boxing.
The roar of palms clashing, the pounding and banging sounds frequently coming from the arena, and the sound of bones breaking, which made those who heard it feel terrified...
There was silence in the stands. They watched Feng Jueyu's attack like artillery and lightning strikes, and their eyes almost fell to the ground. This was completely opposite to what they imagined.
According to everyone's observation, the injured Feng Jueyu should have been restrained in every way, and then fell off the ring after a series of battles or surrendered and declared the entire competition over, or he suddenly used some powerful martial arts killing move to fight Zhong Yuhe and injure both of them.
, and then the referees on the field will arbitrate to decide the final winner. There is still a certain chance that Feng Jueyu will comeback and win, which is reasonable. But no matter which outcome, Feng Jueyu will definitely be tired in the end.
The only way to win is through exhaustion.
But what was happening in the arena was completely different. Feng Jueyu, who had just been attacked, seemed to have taken expired aphrodisiacs, exuding an overwhelming domineering aura, and then like a tiger coming out of the cage, he vented all his astonishing anger.
When he came out, the target of the catharsis had no power to fight back and could only be beaten passively. Blood spurted out mouth after mouth, until the entire arena was painted blood red, as if some irresponsible painter poured his own red dye on
Like in the arena.
There was a dramatic reversal of the situation in the entire competition. Feng Jueyu's domineering side leakage was a complete torture for Zhong Yuhe. The martial arts arena fell into a stunned atmosphere that lasted more than half a cup of tea. The muffled sound
Youzi showed no signs of stopping, and by this time everyone had already seen that the genius of the Zhong family who was so majestic just now was now no different than a drowned dog.
His white gown has been stained red with blood, and there is an obvious dent in his chest; his arm has been broken and is hanging entirely on his shoulder. The only chance to lift it up is when Feng Jueyu cuts his body like a broken arrow.
Pulled back from a distance; there were clear bruises on his neck from heavy blows, deep red and purple...
This is because Feng Jueyu did not decide to kill Zhong Yuhe, otherwise the injuries on his body would not be as impressive as the powerful and furious stabbing of Feng Jueyu.
Even so, the bursts of bombardment also made everyone in the audience dumbfounded. After all, Zhong Yuhe was the number one genius of the Zhong family. How could Zhong Wuxiu not be angry if he was beaten like this?
"Feng Jueyu, stop it!" Zhong Wuxiu finally couldn't bear it anymore, his anger rushed to the top of his head, and he stood up from the chair.
Feng Jueyu turned a deaf ear and glanced at Zhong Wuxiu playfully, thinking: Zhong Yuhe is only allowed to hurt people secretly, but others are not allowed to act in danger?
Keep fighting...
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Zhong Yuhe was beaten and retreated step by step until he retreated to the edge of the ring. Then he was pulled over by Feng Jueyu and thrown out to the other side of the ring. He kept going back and forth like this without listening for three whole seconds.
Back and forth, there is still no end in sight.
Finally, all the family heads couldn't sit still anymore. They looked at the furious guy in the field with horror, and couldn't help but feel the cool breeze blowing on their backs.
"This kid is so cruel!" Yun Yurong, Yun Zhonglong, Wang Yidao, Wang Tianyu and others were almost biting their teeth to pieces when they saw it. Now they finally understand how much strength this guy has hidden. Let's hit the clock.
Yu He was playing like he was playing. This kind of thing has never happened in Zhongtian City. Moreover, this guy was so cruel that he clearly heard Zhong Wuxiu's shout, but it seemed like he didn't hear it.
"Holy shit." Jing Chen's eyes kept turning back and forth following the erratic figure, and he kept saying swear words. He had just been chatting with Feng Jueyu. He felt that Feng Jueyu was quite kind, but he didn't expect that he was also very kind.
On the side of inevitable retribution, it seems that people should not be judged by their appearance.
Lu Weijia, Lu Zhongping and his son didn't even dare to look at him. Only now did they understand that compared to Feng Jueyu, who came to extort Lu's shop, this one was the real ruthless character. It turned out that he
His nature is so cruel. Fortunately, he didn't offend him in the first place, otherwise...
Lu Zhongping's teeth were really chattering and he couldn't control it even though he tried his best.
The torture continues...
After holding another half cup of tea, Feng Rulan knew that she might not be able to do anything if she kept silent, so she stood up and said to Zhong Wuxiu: "Brother Zhong, do you have any objection to Master Zhong admitting defeat now?"
"I..." Zhong Wuxiu swallowed the words as he spoke.
Giving up now doesn't mean that he has given up a great opportunity to Feng Jueyu. The Zhong family has lost power and even used a bottle of thousand-year-old tree heart rock milk, which is equivalent to losing both his wife and the army.
But if he doesn't admit defeat, judging from the current situation, Zhong Yuhe will most likely be beaten to death by Feng Jueyu. This is still light. What if he becomes disabled or is directly beaten to death? Wouldn't it be even worse? He also pointed out
It's time for Zhong Yuhe to take over the throne.
The Zhong family rose to prominence relatively late, and Zhong Wuxiu did not have a strong background, so he could not afford some losses.
At this time, Zhong Wuxiu suddenly glanced at the Qianfeng machine behind him. Qianfengji squinted his eyes and said expressionlessly: "That's it. Don't let the two juniors fight to the death. That would be bad.
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"Yes." Without waiting for Zhong Wuxiu to speak, Feng Rulan bowed down to give her a blessing, and then said to the ring: "Little friend Feng, that's it. Mr. Zhong has given up."
The expressions of Zhu Yeqing and other family heads changed suddenly, and they couldn't help but look at Zhong Wuxiu and Qianfengji a few more times as they looked at each other. The meaning was complicated and hard to explain.
Feng Jueyu stopped his hand. At this time, Zhong Yuhe was covered with injuries. Apart from being still conscious, he had no ability to resist. In fact, Feng Jueyu was also very tired. Fighting so frequently, especially if he wanted a follower.
A master with the same level of cultivation as him was unable to fight back. This was not only possible with his eighty-eight dantians, but also because he needed to suppress Zhong Yuhe's true energy at all times.
Feng Jueyu stopped and listened to Qianfengji say: "Master Feng's profound cultivation is astonishing. It's just that my little friend is cruel and ruthless, but it makes people feel sorry for him. I hope that my little friend can be clean in the future."
Self-love is.”
"Keep yourself clean?" Feng Jueyu smiled disdainfully, walked to Zhong Yuhe, grabbed his left hand, took off the Orchid ring from his hand, threw it in front of the rostrum, and said: "If the general election
The contestants are all like Mr. Zhong, and I am afraid that only a saint can do this."
After Feng Jueyu finished speaking, he raised his foot and threw Zhong Yuhe off the stage, and then he jumped off the stage and walked out of the arena.
Lying quietly on the case in front of the rostrum was an orchid ring, which made everyone forget about Feng Jueyu and accurately focus on the ring. When Feng Rulan picked up the ring with doubts,
, his face immediately turned cold.
Stretching the ring towards Zhong Wuxiu, Feng Rulan asked seriously: "Brother Zhong, what's going on?"
"This..." No matter how good-hearted Zhong Wuxiu is, he will inevitably blush when someone grabs the handle. Then he turned his head to the side and said, "A ring, what's so strange about it?"
"Really?" Feng Rulan sneered and said loudly: "Chengfeng, try this ring."
Ming Chengfeng walked over, and without thinking, he squeezed it hard, and the real energy spread out, and then handed the ring back: "Go back to grandma, the ring is poisonous."
"hiss!"
Wu Dao's surprised eyes turned to Zhong Yuhe, who was beaten with a bruised nose and swollen face on the ring, and they all showed scorn or even contempt.
"I didn't expect that the dignified Zhong Yuhe would also need to use such despicable means to win. Could it be that little friend Feng would get angry because of this and severely injure Zhong Yuhe? Brother Zhong, I think you'd better take some time out while taking care of the Zhong family.
Educate your beloved grandson well and don’t let him be embarrassed again."
Feng Rulan's sarcasm was extremely explicit. This may be the first time she has shown a strong side outside. After all, this conference was organized by the Ming family. In the end, she actually used poison to secretly hurt people, which completely violated the fairness of the conference.
sexual principle.
Some of the family heads sneered, some stayed away, some turned a blind eye, and some glared, but as Zhong Yuhe's petty tricks spread, his reputation was completely ruined.