Tang Feng landed a punch, flipped his body in the air, and nailed himself to the platform with a bang, his back facing the Snow Wolf King. He did not turn around to look, because at this time, there was no need to look anymore.
The moment he landed, Snow Wolf King's kneeling body fell straight down. When he fell, he was already unconscious, but blood was still flowing from the corner of his mouth.
The referee also did not count anymore, because in this situation, anyone who is not blind can see who wins or loses.
However, the Snow Country no longer cared about winning or losing. A person in charge immediately yelled: "Why are you still standing there? Why don't you hurry up and take down the Snow Wolf King!"
After he finished speaking, several people hurriedly jumped onto the fighting platform.
"Don't worry, he won't die!" Tang Feng only said this and walked away without looking back.
When everyone in the audience saw this, they were shocked to the extreme. You must know that Snow Wolf King was among the top three soldiers in the last fighting competition. Although he lost to King Xumi of ancient India in the end, his strength was unparalleled.
underestimate.
Moreover, in the battle with King Xumi three years ago, Snow Wolf King did not seem to have used his werewolf transformation, and his strength was not as strong as it is now. But even so, he was defeated miserably by the Chinese Dragon Thorn in the end.
"Chinese Dragon Thorn is indeed very strong, but I don't know if he can win the championship in this fighting competition?" Many people lamented privately.
"Win the championship? Impossible. The Chinese Dragon Thorn is very strong, but Fuso's Tokugawa Ichiro, and the American Magneto, and don't forget the European Blood Thirteen. These people are not vegetarians!"
Although many people in the audience supported the Dragon Assassin King, most of them were not optimistic about it.
Tang Feng was too lazy to pay attention to the pointing comments around him. He just smiled, took out his cigarette, and puffed away leisurely.
Su Feihu, White Elephant King and others came over and laughed and said: "Dragon Thorn, well done, well done!"
However, the Golden Lion King suddenly bowed to Tang Feng and said loudly: "Thank you Long Ci for the shame of the two competitions, for cleaning up my Golden Lion King, and also giving a big sigh of relief to me, China."
Tang Feng waved his hands and said: "The Golden Lion King is serious. As a Chinese soldier, this is what I should do."
The Golden Lion King smiled bitterly and said: "Before this, I thought that Long Ci was inexperienced, but now it seems that I was totally wrong. He deserves to be Dragon Ci, and he deserves to be the strongest soldier king in China!"
The narrating Cheetah King snorted loudly after hearing this, with a look of deep disdain on his face.
The Golden Lion King, Flying Tiger King and others immediately frowned, with displeasure on their faces, but they did not speak.
Just as he was talking, the referee on the No. 1 fighting stage suddenly announced: "Now, please invite the Chinese Cheetah King and Fusandou Kawaichiro to come to the stage!"
"Finally it's my turn!" The Cheetah King sneered, and before leaving, he did not forget to cast a sideways glance at Tang Feng with provocation and disdain, and then turned around and stepped onto the stage.
On the other side of Fuso, Tokugawa Ichiro was slightly startled, then shook his head and sighed: "It's boring, it's really not interesting at all. My opponent is the Chinese Dragon Thorn, not other rubbish."
The companion next to him smiled and said: "This Cheetah King of China, I heard that he still has a few more years to live, so he is not considered rubbish."
Tokugawa Ichiro sneered: "In your eyes, he may not be considered trash, but in my eyes, this person is worse than trash!"
After he finished speaking, he took a step forward, but his companion behind him shouted: "Boss Tokugawa, why don't you take your sword?"
Tokugawa Ichiro didn't even look back, he just waved his hand and said, "Just hold on to my knife. He's not worthy of my knife to deal with this trash!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his men had already stood on the fighting stage. The Cheetah King, who was already on the stage, naturally listened completely.
The Cheetah King's face suddenly darkened, and he stared at him and said, "What did you just say, that I was trash?"
Tokugawa Ichiro didn't even look at him, just shook his head.
The Cheetah King smiled and sneered: "I told you, no one in the world has ever dared to be so arrogant in front of me!"
Tokugawa Ichiro still shook his head and sighed: "I think you may have misunderstood me. In my eyes, you are even worse than garbage!"
"you……"
The Cheetah King turned blue and even trembled with anger. Fortunately, in the public eye, he soon calmed down again and waved his hands and said: "Referee, please announce the start. Who is the trash? It's useless to say more. The subordinates
Just see the truth!"
The four referees nodded and immediately announced the start. As soon as the words fell, the Cheetah King clenched his fists and rushed out with a roar. His fists were fierce and fast.
Judging from his appearance, it seemed that all the anger in his body had been concentrated on his fists. The Cheetah King had always been very confident in his own fists. He was absolutely sure that he could knock the opponent to the ground with one punch.
However, he soon realized that he was wrong, and he was very wrong!
When his fist was ten centimeters away from his opponent's door, Tokugawa Ichiro made a move, stretched out his right hand like lightning, and directly grabbed his fist.
The Cheetah King was suddenly startled, but before he could recover, a majestic pulling force came over him. With a sudden pull, he immediately fell forward and lost his center.
Immediately afterwards, Tokugawa Ichiro rushed forward, punched him in the lower abdomen, and then slammed his knee upwards. The Cheetah King immediately fell on his back.
With a bang, his huge body fell to the ground. When he fell, he had already passed out.
There was a sigh in the audience, and it was quiet for several seconds before an uproar broke out.
"This... this is fake. This Cheetah King can't even block a move. This is really too weak. It looks like he is worse than trash!" Everyone in the audience sighed.
"It's not that the Cheetah King is too weak, but that Tokugawa Ichiro is too strong. The strength of these two people is not at the same level at all!"
"That's the truth!"
While everyone in the audience was talking about it, Tokugawa Ichiro walked step by step in front of the Cheetah King.
By this time, he had regained consciousness, but he was suffering from severe pain in his lower abdomen, his whole body seemed to be falling apart, and he was unable to get up at all.
"A while ago, you Chinese Dragon Thorns killed three Jonin samurai from Fuso, so today, let's take you and collect some interest!" Tokugawa Ichiro's eyes were cold, as cold as a knife.
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his right foot, and then gathered strength to step down hard on the lower abdomen of the Cheetah King who was lying on the ground.
Seeing the cold look on his face, everyone had no doubt that as long as he stepped down, even if the Cheetah King did not die, his internal organs would be damaged and he would become a cripple.
The four referees around him had clearly seen Tokugawa Ichiro's intentions, but they dared not step forward to stop him.
When Tang Feng saw this, he suddenly raised his sword eyebrows and shouted angrily: "How dare you, Zhu Zi!"
As he spoke, his men had already rushed out and rushed towards the fighting platform.