Although there were crowds of people in the audience, the ancient Indians were silent. Although they were angry in their hearts, but their skills were inferior to others, they still had nothing to say.
After a long silence, an ancient Indian soldier clenched his fist and gritted his teeth and said: "King Shi Tianbing can only use two arms after all, unlike King Xumi who can fully display three heads and six arms, otherwise how could he be defeated!"
Several other people nodded: "Who says otherwise? It's a pity that our King Xumi did not show up this time, so we can only let other countries steal the limelight."
The soldier from before sneered: "It's nothing, let's let them be proud for now. When King Xumi comes back, he will definitely help us with what he said today!"
Everyone nodded again and again, and suddenly someone said: "Speaking of which, where on earth has King Xumi gone? He doesn't even have time to get out of such a competition?"
The soldier said: "This is a secret. I can only tell you that King Xumi is a genius in our ancient India. He has been highly valued by the West. It is said that he has entered a secret realm to practice in seclusion."
When he said this, he seemed to realize that he had said too much, so he quickly changed his words: "Let's not talk about this first, let's help King Shi Tianbing back first."
As for Sima Fei, after a short breath adjustment, his floating aura finally calmed down. Without even looking at the grizzly bear-like Shi Tianbing King on the ground, he turned around and stepped off the stage.
When he walked off the stage, this guy got another piece of dogtail grass from somewhere and put it in his mouth. His face once again returned to its old lazy look, and even he walked unsteadily.
Su Feihu and others came up to greet him, and said with cupped hands: "Congratulations, you successfully entered the top three. No wonder you are so powerful, you are actually a disciple of the Wudang Clan in the ancient martial arts world."
Sima Fei waved his hand and said, "I'm just an outer disciple, don't mention it."
Everyone heard that this guy seemed to have a complaint against the Wudang Clan, so they wisely did not mention it again.
Sima Fei turned to look at Tang Feng, grinned and said, "How is it?"
Tang Feng already knew what this guy was asking, but he still said deliberately: "What is it like?"
Sima Fei looked at him and said, "That's the move I made just now. What do you think?"
Tang Feng couldn't help but laugh at his serious question, shook his head and sighed: "It's okay, just so-so."
Sima Fei rolled his eyes and squinted at the sky at a habitual 45-degree angle, saying, "Is this still so-so? Then let me ask you, in the final fight, how many punches did I punch that guy in total?"
Tang Feng didn't even think about it. He stared at him and said sternly: "There are eight punches in total. To be more precise, eight and a half punches. Because for the last half of the punches, you stopped midway because you didn't want the opponent's life. I'm right.
wrong?"
Sima Fei was stunned, his eyes no longer squinted at the sky, but stared at Tang Feng.
After a long while, he let out a long sigh and asked, "If it were you, how many punches would you need to knock him down?"
Tang Feng stared at him and said, "Do you want to hear the truth or lies?"
Sima Fei sneered and said, "Do you think I'm still a child? Do you need to listen to lies?"
Tang Feng nodded and said: "One punch."
"One punch?" Sima Fei was stunned for a while before he smiled and said, "I'm looking forward to the next battle between you and that guy from Fusang."
Tang Feng was also smiling: "To tell you the truth, I'm looking forward to it too, and I believe that guy Fuso is looking forward to it too."
Next, it was not the turn of Tang Feng and Tokugawa Ichiro to fight, because they were in the third game.
The second game is Magneto from the United States and Blood Thirteen from Europe.
After a short pause, the referee's voice sounded again. Without saying a word, Magneto threw off his shawl and immediately walked towards the stage at a fast pace.
After Xue Shisan listened, his sickly pale face remained indifferent. He walked very slowly step by step, as if one step at a time. If you look closely, the distance of each step was absolutely the same.
When Tang Feng saw this, he twisted his eyes and sighed secretly: "This is definitely a rigorous person, and he is definitely a ruthless and ruthless person!"
Under the attention of everyone, the two people quickly took the stage. Blood Thirteen stood in the center wearing a black robe and suddenly said: "To be honest, I don't want to confront you."
Magneto grinned widely and said, "Oh, why don't you want to confront me? Is it because you are afraid of me?"
Blood Thirteen's face was still indifferent, and he simply said: "I don't want to confront you, just because my real goal is the Chinese Dragon Thorn, but in order to advance smoothly, it seems I can only take care of you first."
Magneto suddenly raised his head and laughed wildly: "This is also what I want to say to you."
Blood Thirteen nodded: "It seems like there's nothing to say."
As soon as he finished speaking, his people had already rushed out.
With a whoosh, everyone just felt their eyes flicker, and Xue Shisan seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.
Of course he couldn't disappear out of thin air. The reason why everyone in the audience couldn't see it was because the speed of Blood Thirteen was so fast that it could no longer be easily caught by the naked eye.
However, Tang Feng could see clearly with his eyes. Blood Thirteen rose up from the ground. In less than half a breath, he was in front of Magneto and pointed at Magneto's throat with one claw.
Magneto was taken aback, but his movements were not slow and he quickly waved his hands to block.
Bloody Thirteen actually withdrew his hand midway and struck Magneto's weak spot with his palm, as fast as lightning.
"This guy is so fast!" Tang Feng's pupils shrank. Compared to Sima Fei's Tiyun Zong, Blood Thirteen's body speed was even much faster.
Magneto was shocked again, but this guy was really good after all. He didn't even prepare to block, he just punched with his backhand and went straight to the opponent's front door to greet him.
Magneto has absolute confidence in his fists. As long as he punches down, let alone a human being, even a lion will still fall down.
However, Blood Thirteen did not lie down. He stopped his hand again, and his body suddenly dwarfed, sliding down like a loach. At the same time, his sharp five fingers unexpectedly clawed at Magneto's crotch.
Magneto was shocked again. He really didn't expect that this guy's movements were so weird. He was no longer a human being, he was simply a bat monster!
At this moment, Magneto felt a chill in his crotch. Without thinking, he hurriedly blocked it with his left hand.
However, after all, Magneto is worthy of being the strongest soldier in the United States. Even if he is at a disadvantage, he still remains calm in the face of danger. He blocks with one hand, but counterattacks with his right fist, punching down.
Blood Thirteen sneered, and with a whoosh, it slipped from his crotch and reached Magneto's back.
With a bang, Magneto's punch missed and hit the ground with a bang. The fighting platform paved with hard granite stone actually made a crater with his physical fists.
[I stayed up late to finish writing and made up for yesterday’s mistakes, sorry!]
