Luo Yu looked intently at this little Japanese man with bronze skin: his muscles were as tight as a cheetah's. Especially after the game started, the murderous light suddenly flashed in his eyes made Luo Yu's heart skip a beat.
Shirokuma roared angrily and raised his palm as if to slap the opponent on his chest. The Japanese dwarfed his body and jumped up high with his legs as if pressed on springs. He supported the opponent with both hands and swung his arm like a thick log towards him with a kick.
The white bear's thick chest kicked away.
There was a muffled sound, and the white bear took a few steps back, but with its thick skin and thick flesh, it regained its normal state after taking a breath, and rushed forward again waving its arms.
Seeing that his kick did not seem to cause any harm to the opponent, the Japanese quickly dodged to avoid the opponent's attack. In this kind of competition that was not of the same tonnage at all, his advantage was flexibility. He could only rely on dodge to find a way out.
A chance to kill.
Several consecutive misses made Shirokuma really angry. He kept waving his arms to force the Japanese to the corner of the ring, and relied on his advantage of height to block all possible escape routes for his opponent.
After a few dozen seconds, the Japanese was forced to the upper corner of the ring, but he didn't seem to be worried, because his expression had remained cold since he came on stage, and no one could guess who he was.
What are you thinking about now?
Seeing that his goal was achieved, White Bear grinned proudly, and the audience cheered wildly, asking him to rush forward and tear the opponent in front of him to pieces.
"Ah!" Ice Bear roared angrily, lowered his body and stretched out his hands to grab the Japanese. He wanted to catch the little man jumping around and tear him in half from between his legs.
"Flaw." Luo Yu raised his eyebrows. It was obvious that the Japanese also noticed it, because the corners of his mouth moved upward at a small angle.
Originally, Shirokuma was more than 2 meters tall, but now he squatted down in order to catch his opponent, and now he is almost the same height as the Japanese.
Seeing that the white bear was about to catch him with both hands, the Japanese shouted, turned over and stepped on the guardrail of the thick rope, and using the elasticity, he jumped high and stepped on the bridge of the white bear's nose.
There was a crunching sound, and a cloud of blood mist bloomed on the white bear's face like a flower. White bones poked out from the corners of the eyebrows, and the pink tender flesh emitted a crystal luster when exposed to the light.
"Hmm!" Bai Xiong hit his opponent based on his feeling to prevent the opponent's second wave of attacks while his vision was blurred. He covered his face with his other hand. The severe pain made him unable to straighten his waist, and the veins on his forehead were pulsing.
"Wow!" What the audience wanted was this bloody and exciting feeling. They all stood up and applauded desperately. Han Yixue couldn't bear it and turned her head away.
Ice Bear's hand was really big. Although it lost its direction, it still scratched the Japanese's ankle. The Japanese frowned and rolled around on the ground.
Hearing the sound of his opponent falling to the ground, Bai Xiong ignored his bleeding nose and stomped down in the direction, causing the ring to tremble.
Spotting the moment when Shiro Bear raised his foot, the Japanese rolled under his crotch, got behind him, and kicked Shiro Bear's right leg hard, which was currently being used as a supporting leg.
The strength that had been gathered for a long time burst out at this moment, and for the second time today, everyone heard the heart-breaking clicking sound of broken bones.
Ice Bear's calves were twisted at a weird angle between his feet and knees, and he fell to the ground with a scream. The referee staggered and held on to the guardrail to keep from falling.
When the opponent fell to the ground, he reflexively raised his feet up. The Japanese jumped in front of the white bear's legs and grabbed the ankle of its broken leg with his hands crossed.
Luo Yu stood up suddenly when she saw his movement, her eyes shining brightly.
The difference between crocodiles and great white sharks lies in their teeth. The teeth of great white sharks are as sharp as knives and can easily cut open their prey, but crocodiles cannot. Although crocodiles have strong bite force, their teeth are very blunt and cannot cut apart their prey.
Then they came up with a good method that suits them-that is, rotation.
It bites the prey and spins it, and then the meat of the prey can be deeply pulled off.
When Luo Yu saw the Japanese's action, he knew why he was called the Steel Clamp Giant Crocodile. He saw a cruel smile on the corner of the Japanese's mouth, veins in his arms popped out, and he yelled and began to spin.
No one had ever thought that human flesh could be twisted and squeezed to such an extent, just like before the lava erupted. The white flesh shook first, then became wrinkled and tangled under the Japanese palms, and then became like twists.
It started spinning, and at the moment when the elasticity limit of the skin was reached, it was torn off in one piece. Even the leather belt was ripped off in a bloody motion. It was not clear whether it was tears or blood on the white bear's face, and he fainted from the pain without even humming.
passed.
Two veins hung out from the severed leg, which soon turned black. The Japanese held the half-cut leg high above his head and walked around the ring, enjoying the applause given to him by the audience.
"Kill him, kill him!" Someone in the audience shouted at the top of their lungs, hoping to see a scene that would stimulate their nerves even more.
When the severed leg in his hand turned pale from all the blood, the Japanese threw it to the ground and looked up at the sign with 32 written on it directly above the ring. After today's victory, he had won 31 games in a row.
, there are still 2 games away from that record.
"How much did you lose?" Seeing that the outcome was decided, Luo Yu turned to ask Tang Feng. This kind of competition naturally involves gambling, and the gambling in Shura Field is even more tempting. It can make you rich overnight, or it can make you rich overnight.
Instantly destitute, remember, the minimum bet is 800,000.
"78.65 million." Tang Feng frowned, "He lost 30 million more than last time. It seems that everyone is more and more optimistic about him."
"More than 70 million... Oh my God." Luo Yu looked dizzy as she looked at the handicap on her laptop.
The audience in the ring downstairs was still cheering enthusiastically. They wanted to see the Japanese twist off the head of the unconscious Russian like just now.
The Japanese pressed down his hands to ask the audience to be quiet, and then gently stepped on the chest of the white bear lying on the ground.
Everyone fell silent to see what this man was going to do.
The tip of the toe pressed slightly between the third and fourth ribs of Ice Bear's left chest, and there were two soft clicks. A look of pain appeared on Ice Bear's face, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, which was more than one meter high.
The Japanese stretched out his hand to catch the mouthful of blood and threw it high up. The blood suddenly spilled on the sign above, splitting the number 32 in half.
Blood dripped down, and the Japanese moved his feet away from Ice Bear's chest. Ice Bear's originally strong chest muscles were dented, and now they were slowly rising at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Roar!" The audience saw the Japanese take a handful from the broken leg of the white bear and pour it into his mouth. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. The sharp teeth were covered with blood, which made him look a little more ferocious.
Evil spirit.
He raised his eyes and looked towards the box on the second floor, his eyes full of disdain and ridicule.
"What an arrogant boy." Luo Yu looked at the Japanese's wet chin and felt disgusted, "He actually drank his opponent's blood."
Suddenly remembering something, Luo Yu looked at Bai Xiong's broken leg that was bleeding profusely and asked Tang Feng: "Does he fight like this in every game? Break the opponent's limbs and spin them." Luo Yu gestured.
Tang Feng nodded towards his men. The man in black suit stepped forward and opened the three-dimensional animation of the first 30 games on his laptop. The Japanese would look for opportunities in every game, either relying on their own strength or looking for opportunities like today.
Use the right opportunity to break the opponent's arm or leg with one blow, then twist it off and drain all the blood from the severed limb.