The two groups of people are still facing each other and have not started. They all seem to be discussing tactics. The number of people who can advance is four, but there are eight people on the stage at the moment, so we must try our best to wipe out the other party and reduce our own casualties.
It seemed that the other party had discussed a countermeasure. The tall white man stood in front of the three Japs, and they were approaching the monks and the others step by step.
"Don't worry, let's retreat as a group!" No. 10 roared, blocking the monk and others behind him, and retreated along the edge.
"COME ON, BABY!" The American white man slowly moved forward, smiling and hooking his hand to No. 10 and others.
Number 10 obviously would not be fooled. They had set up a formation and had obviously made some kind of plan, so no matter how provocative the white people were, they would not take the initiative to attack. The 100-square-meter arena was very wide and easy to retreat from.
Several times in a row, the enemy advances and I retreat, the enemy stops and I stop, the enemy advances and I retreat again. Anyway, I don't take the initiative to attack. This is to disrupt the opponent's rhythm.
But the spectators in the stands started to curse one after another, especially those who followed the trend and placed bets on No. 10. They were already sweating and booing. Could it be that No. 10 could only hide?
Repeat this several times, and those who could still sit still now stand up and roar!
"Why are you hiding? You are hiding from NMGB. No. 10, come to me quickly. I have spent a lot of money on you!" Someone roared towards the ring,
"Yes, No. 10, don't hide. If you hide any longer, it will get dark!"
"Hahahaha, you idiots, Number 10 is a rookie, I guess the 200 million was bet by the organizer to trick you idiots into following the trend!" Someone shouted with gloating.
"Oh my god, it can't be true! Damn it, my hard-earned money!"
"No. 10, come on!"
"Come on, fuck me, kill this little devil and save the reputation of our countrymen!"
"Why don't you back down? It will be a disgrace to our countrymen!"
There were many people from the Tiger Shark Gang watching the scene, otherwise there would have been a riot.
Roar! The American white man seemed to have lost his patience. He roared and took several long steps towards No. 10, catching him off guard. The three little devils behind him quickly followed suit.
The Shaolin monk stepped forward and kicked the white man with a flying kick, hitting him right in the chin. The white man retreated repeatedly, but the wrestler was very durable, so this injury was nothing at all.
Number 10 followed suit and fought Ultraman, while the two Russians fought with the two brats, and the competition officially began at this moment.
Shaolin monks are flexible, have strong legs and feet, and have good strength, while American white men are tall and powerful, and the key is that they are also durable. They can endure the beating and let you fight, saving your energy while also consuming your energy. They are always waiting for the opportunity, but in case of an emergency
If he seizes the opportunity, he will give you the most fatal blow, as anyone who has watched American professional wrestling knows.
So the monk tried his best to dodge and give full play to his flexibility advantage, while the white man swung left and right, trying to catch the monk, but all failed. At the same time, the two Russians and the two little devils were fighting inextricably.
You and I are going back and forth, and the same goes for No. 10. With Ultraman, you move and I move, all trying to test the opponent's strength, not daring to go all out.
The spectators in the stands have also calmed down at this moment, paying full attention to the battle and no longer being irritable. Many people are silently cheering for the players they have bet on. At this moment, the situation in the ring is evenly matched.
After about ten minutes of touching, both sides seemed to have found out each other's reality. Suddenly the two little devils looked at each other, gave a final shout, and disappeared into thin air. The people in the stands screamed, and almost everyone's
stood up.
"Be careful!" No. 10 shouted at the two Russians, and was about to help, but Ultraman blocked his way.
"Ah!" "Ah!" Two Russians were standing on the edge. Suddenly, two Japanese soldiers appeared at the same time and pushed them from behind. Their bodies lost their balance and fell into the tiger's den. Their voices disappeared for a moment.
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"Yo Xi!" The two Japs looked at each other and smiled, turned around and ran towards No. 10. They were preparing to kill No. 10 three-on-one because the monk was held back by white Americans!
"It's over! The situation is over!" Someone in the stands sighed.
"Oh my God, Don's 200 million US dollars!" Ivan was also desperate.
All the gamblers who bought No. 10 and their side were desperate. The situation on the stage couldn't be clearer. The white Americans held back the monks, the three little devils killed No. 10, and then four people fought one. The overall situation was decided.
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"Yo Xi!" The three Japanese soldiers surrounded Guan Gong No. 10 in a triangle shape, but at this time, No. 10 became calm.
He exhaled softly, then stood up and raised his hands flat, calmly.
"This is?"
"Is this posture for Tai Chi?"
"No. 10 doesn't look nervous at all, as if the death of the two Russians was expected by him?"
"Is this No. 10 really hiding something?"
"Stop talking, everyone, look!"
The three Japs were also frightened by No. 10's calmness at first, but doubts turned out to be doubts. All three of them were karate masters. They attacked No. 10 almost at the same time. One attacked him on the top, one on the waist, and one on the crotch.
Blocking with one hand, striking with an elbow, and kicking out with one kick, all three moves were struck at the same time, instantly neutralizing the three major killer moves of the Japanese.
Thunderous applause and shouts erupted from the stands. This No. 10 was really hiding his secrets. He beat three against three without showing any signs of weakness.
"Fuck you, No. 10, I love you so much!" A bearded man blew a kiss to the stands because he saw hope.
"Number ten, number ten!" A neat and loud voice sounded from the stands.
The Japs' attacks became more and more fierce, but No. 10 not only passively accepted the attacks, but also took the initiative on several occasions. He specifically picked the other two to fight, but not the Ultraman. As the saying goes, it is difficult to defeat with two fists.
Four hands, but at this moment, No. 10, with his two fists, was able to defeat Six Hands, and he was still able to handle Six Hands with ease.
One hand performed Tai Chi beautifully, with perfect posture, and with the help of strength, it seemed that I could still hear the wind from No. 10's moves. It was real Tai Chi, not the embroidered tricks of those old men and women in the park.
After being unable to attack for a long time, the devil in the Ultraman mask started chirping at the other two people. The three of them roared at the same time and disappeared out of thin air again.
But this time, No. 10 did not shout. Instead, he stood up in two steps, came to the side of the monk, and punched the American white man in the heart. He only heard a bang and the white man took three steps back.
, and then looked up to the sky and spit out a bloody arrow!
If you are an expert, you will see the clue. No. 10 used his true energy to hit the cow across the mountain and attacked the heart of the American white man. At this moment, his heart cracked into several pieces. The white man retreated continuously, spitting out blood bubbles from his mouth.
Rolling his eyes, he finally collapsed and rolled down into the lion's den.
