When everyone in the audience saw this scene, their eyes widened, and their open mouths could almost fit an egg in.
The power of Magneto King's fist was too fierce, and Blood Thirteen dodged to avoid it. Otherwise, his seemingly fragile body would have fallen apart on the spot.
But at this time, Blood Thirteen was actually laughing, jokingly and cruelly. Without any pause, he stretched out his right claw and grabbed Magneto's neck.
Magneto was startled again. He only felt a chill on his back, but his movements were not slow at all. The right fist that hit the ground was powerful. He had already turned around and punched again with his backhand.
His fist was fast and fierce, hitting Xue Shisan's lower abdomen.
Seeing the fist roaring towards him, Blood Thirteen stopped his hand midway, lifted his pale and skinny hand to the opponent's thick arm, and immediately jumped to the side with the help of his strength.
It can be seen that Blood Thirteen does not seem to want to compete head-on with the opponent. Of course, he can also see that Magneto is so powerful that he is simply a human tank.
"Do you just know how to hide?" Magneto was angry and annoyed at the same time. His power was indeed powerful, but his speed was far inferior to that of his opponent.
Bloody Thirteen's pale face showed a joking tone: "Your fist is indeed fierce, and although you can hit me hard with one punch, the premise is that you can hit me!"
If a fist cannot hit the enemy, no matter how powerful it is, it will be useless!
When Tang Feng saw this, he shook his head secretly and said, "If nothing else happens, Magneto will be defeated."
Su Feihu couldn't help but ask: "I'm afraid it's too early?"
Sima Fei suddenly said: "Can't you see that Blood Thirteen is playing with him at all? This guy still retains his strength until now. He is already invincible just by using Qinggong and Shenfa."
Tang Feng nodded and said: "I know that the reason why he retains his strength is just to keep his last trump card so that he can use it against me."
Until now, Tang Feng has not completely forgotten what Yinlong said to him last night, be careful with the blood of Blood Thirteen!
The Hidden Dragon never makes a blind move, so Blood Thirteen's blood is definitely something unusual. But now, his blood is not unusual at all, nor does it show the special characteristics of the legendary vampire gods.
Just as he was talking, the exchanges continued on the stage, and dozens of rounds were dismantled in the blink of an eye. Magneto became more and more courageous as he fought, and the more courageous and angry he became, because he also saw that no matter how fierce his power was, he could not even touch the opponent's clothes.
Less than.
"When I encounter this monster, I can't use all my strength!" He couldn't help but roar in his heart.
Blood Thirteen tossed and turned like a loach, but he was still able to speak in the air: "Are you thinking in your heart that all your brute strength is useless? You must also be thinking that the other party is just relying on the speed of his movements.
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Magneto snorted angrily: "Isn't that so?"
Blood Thirteen sneered: "It's ridiculously ignorant. If that's the case, then I'll show you my power again!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the breath in his body suddenly relaxed. When there was no wind, the black robe made a hunting sound.
"Such a strong aura. This guy's movements are not only weird and fast, but his strength is also terrifying!" Tang Feng's pupils shrank.
Judging from this momentum alone, the strength of Blood Thirteen is already infinitely close to the fourth level of Huajin Grandmaster.
Tang Feng's current state is only at the fourth level of energy transformation, and the two are almost on par.
Blood Thirteen clenched his pale and slender fingers, an explosion of energy exploded, and he punched out.
"Just in time!" Magneto had been waiting for this moment for a long time. Without thinking, he punched him directly.
As the strongest soldier in the United States, he has absolute confidence in his own strength. Of course, he is also confident enough. As long as he punches him, even if this sick guy does not fall down, his skinny arm will be useless.
However, Magneto was wrong. He did not overestimate himself, but greatly underestimated his enemy!
Before the fists crossed each other, Magneto immediately felt an overwhelming momentum coming over him.
His expression suddenly changed, and he subconsciously wanted to stop, but at this time, it was obviously too late to stop.
Suddenly there was a bang!
A wave of air spread privately from the point of impact, and the hair of the spectators who were closer to the fighting stage was actually lifted up.
Magneto's broad shoulders swayed, and he immediately stumbled backwards, about to fall to the ground.
However, as soon as his front foot fell out, Blood Thirteen's back foot flew out because he didn't want to let the opponent fall down at all, and also because as soon as the opponent fell down, according to the rules of the competition, he could not make another move at that time.
Blood Thirteen was as fast as a violent storm. He arrived last and arrived in front of Magneto. Then his fist immediately hit Magneto like a violent storm.
It was difficult for everyone in the audience to see the speed of his attack clearly. The dense fist shadows were like a group of demons dancing in chaos, and they even had more arms than the ancient Indian King Shi Tianbing just now.
There were constant whispers like the sound of drums. When the sound fell, Magneto's man also fell to the ground, straight up on his back. When he fell, although the corners of his mouth were not bleeding, he could no longer stand up.
Xue Shisan did not look at him again, but suddenly turned his head, staring straight at Tang Feng with a pair of cold, expressionless eyes like those of a dead person.
He said word by word: "Next, I hope you will not disappoint me. I hope to win against Ichiro Tokugawa. This of course does not mean that I am on your side. It is just because your life belongs to me!
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After he said this, he walked off the stage without looking back.
The audience was silent, and everyone stared with awe and fear in their eyes as they stared at him as he walked down.
At this moment, Tokugawa Ichiro suddenly tightened his grip on the sword in his hand. A sword as blue as the famous one, Kanshi Masamune, his voice suddenly rang out in the quiet school grounds.
"Blood Thirteen, you don't have to think about it, I will decide the fate of the Chinese Dragon Thorn!" After he finished speaking, he held the knife and walked out step by step towards the fighting platform.
There was still no one talking in the huge school grounds. Although the sun was shining brightly and the autumn wind was cool, everyone felt a sense of depression at this moment.
Tang Feng's voice suddenly sounded over the school grounds: "There are many people who want my life, but so far, these people have all been laid in coffins."
After he said this, he took the same step and walked towards the fighting platform step by step.
The people around looked at these two people, watching them step up to the stage, step by step, and the blood in their bodies was boiling and getting excited.
"The third battle is about to begin. If I'm not mistaken, this will be an earth-shattering battle. Come to think of it, it's really exciting!"
