After Tang Feng heard the news that his opponent had given up before the fight, he was also slightly startled, then shook his head and chuckled. It seemed that his title of Dragon Assassin King still had considerable influence in the world.
At this moment, a middle-aged man with yellowish bronze skin and a beard walked straight towards Tang Feng, waving his big hands and striding forward.
Walking up to Tang Feng, the man bowed directly and said in Chinese that was not fluent: "Dragon Thorn Soldier King, I am Sala Moye, and I came here to say hello to you."
Tang Feng suddenly widened his eyes and blurted out: "So you are Sala Moye, no wonder..."
Salamoye laughed and said: "You can't believe Long Ci, we would meet on such an occasion after three years. Three years ago in Uztan, Central Asia, if you hadn't taken action, Long Ci, our twenty-five soldiers would have
He must have died tragically at the hands of the dark and terrorist forces in the West a long time ago."
At this point, he crossed his chest with one hand, bowed slightly, and said respectfully with the etiquette of his country: "So, in order to express my respect and gratitude to Long Ci, I directly chose to abstain. Of course, I also know that with my strength,
It is impossible to be your opponent."
Tang Feng waved his hand and said, "Mr. Moye is too polite. You don't have to be like this."
Salamoye smiled and said: "Three years ago, I remember that you did not participate in the King of Soldiers Competition, but I believe that this year, Dragon Thorn will definitely win the championship. In the eyes of all soldiers in our country, you are already the number one King of Soldiers in the world!"
Tang Feng shook his head and smiled noncommittally.
Saramoye added: "Then I won't bother you. If you come to our country in the future, please let us know and we will sweep your bed to welcome you."
Tang Feng nodded: "Thank you very much. You are also welcome to come to China often."
Sarah bowed respectfully again, and then turned around and left under the gaze of everyone.
When the four people from the Fuso Island Country next to them saw this, they couldn't help but sneer secretly: "Look at that bullshit Dragon Thorn Soldier King, look at his arrogant appearance, isn't it just a small country in Central Asia that surrendered without a fight? What is there to be proud of?"
Another person in Fuso snorted: "Isn't that right? These weak and small countries are basically cowards and cowards without any spirit of bushido. Let's let this boy named Tang be proud for now. When we meet the Tokugawa boss, let's see.
Isn’t he still so proud?”
The leader of the team, Tokugawa Ichiro, just chuckled, with a calm expression on his face.
Salamoye's abstention, because it was the first match, caused quite a commotion in the audience, but it was quickly drowned out by the ensuing competition.
"Battle Stage No. 2, the Chinese Cheetah King versus European Charlie Booth, please come on stage!" the host announced.
Tang Feng turned his head and glanced after hearing this, and saw the Cheetah King wearing a black vest and waving his arms on the stage from the left. In addition, European Charlie Booth, who was covered in fluffy white fur, also stepped onto the stage.
Su Feihu asked: "Compared with the Cheetah King and this guy from Ou, who do you think will win?"
Tang Feng chuckled and said: "It is undeniable that the Cheetah King can become the captain of the Northwest Cheetah Team. If he can't even survive the first round, then he is really rubbish."
Su Feihu nodded: "That's the truth."
On the fighting stage, for the sake of fairness, there were four referees present. Although the competition stipulated that the use of cold weapons was not prohibited during fighting, but life and death fights were strictly prohibited.
Of course, even if the alliance has a ban, as the saying goes, uncontrollable accidents will inevitably occur during the battle. According to the situation in previous years, the phenomenon of killing people is not unheard of.
Although killing someone will result in legal sanctions from the alliance, if you are able to compete in a fight, whoever is not the best soldier of your country will have the country working hard to protect you, and in the end, the big issue will usually be turned into a trivial matter.
"You two, are you ready?" the referee on the No. 2 fighting stage motioned to the two of them.
The Cheetah King crossed his arms and stared at the people in front of him. Thinking that Tang Feng's opponent just surrendered without a fight, he suddenly said: "You are no match for me. Don't waste time. It's better to admit defeat."
European Charlie Booth was furious and gritted his teeth and said: "Admit defeat? Who are you? You are just a sick man of China, but you are so shameless that you make me admit defeat!"
After he finished speaking, he clenched his fists and rushed out.
"Stubborn!" The Cheetah King chuckled, stepped on it, and immediately rushed out.
With a banging sound, the Cheetah King punched the opponent's lower abdomen. The European Charlie Booth let out a scream on the spot and fell down, his tall body twitching uncontrollably.
"Do you admit defeat or not?" The Cheetah King looked at him condescendingly, his eyes aggressive and imposing.
As soon as a person falls to the ground, the four referees will start counting. From the beginning, as long as the opponent does not get up after counting to ten, the winner or loser will be determined.
The four referees gave a thumbs up. When the count reached seven, the Cheetah King had already turned around and walked to the side. Looking at his fat man, it seemed that the opponent had already lost.
Every time he took a step, the referee called out a number. When he took three steps, the referee counted ten.
By the time the referee announced the result of the game, the Cheetah King had already walked off the fighting stage with his head held high, not even looking at Charlie Booth who was lying on the ground like a dead dog.
"This man is very crazy, really too crazy!" The other two European warrior kings snorted coldly, and at the same time they went up to help their opponent.
Blood Thirteen still stood there unmoved. Although the sun was getting brighter and the temperature was getting higher, his face was still sickly pale.
"He's just a clown. If he meets me later, I'll make him lie on the ground for the rest of his life!" Blood Thirteen snorted secretly.
The other two European team members turned back and gritted their teeth and said: "Yes, this Chinese boy is so arrogant. He dares not to take our European country seriously. We will definitely let him know how powerful he is later!"
The Cheetah King originally came down from the No. 2 fighting platform, while Tang Feng was on the No. 1 fighting platform, but when the Cheetah King came down, he went straight to the No. 1 platform.
He walked straight to Tang Feng and said, "You must have seen the battle just now?"
Tang Feng chuckled: "I'm not blind, so I can naturally see."
The Cheetah King squinted and said, "What did you see?"
Tang Feng did not answer, but asked in a deep voice: "What do you want to say to me?"
The Cheetah King raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said jokingly: "Don't you think that the punch I just punched was not strong?"
Tang Feng couldn't help but laugh, shook his head and said: "Actually, strength is only relative."
The Cheetah King stared at him closely and said, "What do you mean by this?"
Su Feihu beside him couldn't stand it anymore and said in a deep voice: "Let me answer you, what Dragon Thorn means is that your opponent is too weak, that's why you appear to be strong!"
The Cheetah King stared at the two of them for a long time with his leopard eyes, and then said with a deep sneer: "Well, in the next round of competition, I hope you can still say such things."
After saying this, he waved his hand and left.
Su Feihu sneered in a deep voice: "This guy can no longer be described as crazy, he is already drifting."
Tang Feng smiled and shook his head, too lazy to respond.
