Executing Dragon Fist also took a lot of losses for Tang Feng. At this moment, he was panting like an ox, standing on the stage with a pale face, and there were even big beads of sweat falling down his face.
Fortunately, this fight is over. Tokugawa Ichiro can no longer hold the sword tightly, let alone another fight.
The referees obviously noticed this too, as they were all silent and did not count any more.
For a swordsman, if he can't even hold the sword tightly, he certainly can't still fight.
The faces of the Fuso people were extremely ugly, and everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a moment. They never thought that a genius as powerful as the Tokugawa family, the chief disciple of the Sword Master Palace, would also lose.
Even though Tokugawa Ichiro fell to the ground like a dead dog on the stage, they still couldn't accept the result.
After a long time, someone sighed: "No matter what, let's help him down first."
The two Fuso warriors nodded and immediately rushed forward to help Tokugawa Ichiro up.
Tang Feng didn't look again. He didn't bother to take another look. After lighting a cigarette, he stepped off the stage.
Tokugawa Ichiro was helped up. The hand holding the knife was still trembling, but he suddenly shouted: "Chinese Dragon Thorn, listen!"
Tang Feng stopped and didn't look back. He just said calmly: "What do you want to say?"
Tokugawa Ichiro's eyes were still as sharp as a knife. He looked down at the cracked knife and said through gritted teeth: "You actually, actually broke my knife?"
Tang Feng still turned around and sneered: "So what, if this is not a fighting platform, if you are not too rubbish and fall down so quickly, then what is broken at this moment is not your knife, but your head!"
After saying this, he strode off the stage.
Tokugawa Ichiro's complexion turned from white to purple, from purple to green, and finally hissed: "By cutting off the famous sword inherited by the Tokugawa family, you have committed a capital crime and will be endlessly hunted by the Tokugawa family!"
"I, Tokugawa Ichiro, swear to Broken Sword today that one day I will use your blood to wash away the shame of today's Broken Sword!"
But before he could finish what he said, Tang Feng's people had already returned to the waiting area on the Chinese side not far away, obviously taking Tokugawa Ichiro's words as farts.
Su Feihu came over and said with a loud smile: "Congratulations, two of us from China have entered the top three!"
The White Elephant King and the Golden Lion King also said: "Dragon Thorn, you are indeed very strong, even stronger than us!"
Sima Fei still had the dog's tail grass in his mouth, and said lazily: "To be honest, I didn't expect you to win."
Tang Feng looked at him and smiled: "You can't think of it?"
Sima Fei has always been arrogant, and he had to nod at this time: "You are indeed very strong, I can't compare to you. If it were me, I would have fallen by his sword long ago!"
When he said this, his eyes suddenly condensed, he stared at Tang Feng and said: "I'm very curious, what is your relationship with the Guwu Beggar Clan?"
Tang Feng was startled and asked: "Why do you ask that?"
Sima Fei was confused and asked the same question: "Don't you know? The Dragon Fist you just used is very similar to the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms of the Beggar Clan to some extent."
Tang Feng was startled and lost his voice: "Eighteen palms of ancient martial arts to subdue a dragon?"
Sima Fei did not answer. He stared at Tang Feng for a long time, then sighed and said: "It seems that you really don't know the Beggar Clan's secret skill of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms..."
At this point, he originally wanted to continue talking, but as if he thought of something, he suddenly stopped talking and stopped talking.
Tang Feng naturally noticed that Sima Fei obviously had something to say, probably related to the taboos in the ancient martial arts world, but since the other party refused to tell him, he didn't ask.
However, his Dragon Fist move is not really the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, but he understood it by observing the golden dragon mark on his chest day and night and combining it with the Xingyi Fist.
Sima Fei thought for a while and suddenly said: "In the future, if you meet the core figure of the Beggar Clan, Dragon Thorn, please remember not to use this move of Dragon Fist easily, otherwise you will be in big trouble."
After he finished speaking, he immediately turned around and sat down on the chair, obviously making up his mind not to speak again.
Tang Feng nodded noncommittally. He obviously understood what Sima Fei wanted to express. Although he didn't know much about the ancient martial arts world, he also knew that every sect and organization would undoubtedly regard every unique skill as a treasure.
Under normal circumstances, the secret skill will never be passed on to others. If the Beggar Clan knew that his Dragon Fist was somewhat similar to their own secret skill, they would inevitably have other ideas in their minds.
However, these things are obviously too far away for Tang Feng at the moment, not to mention that he has the strongest trump card: the golden dragon mark on his chest. Even if he encounters a disciple of the Beggar Clan, it won't be a big deal.
Su Feihu waved his hand and said: "Let's not talk about this for now. The last three strong ones, Dragon Thorn and Sima Fei, have already entered. The final question is how to deal with the Blood Thirteen."
The White Elephant King shook his head and said with a smile: "This Blood Thirteen is so sinister and weird. I always feel that he is not that simple. He is even scarier than Ichiro Tokugawa."
In fact, everyone could hear the implication between his words, this Blood Thirteen is probably stronger than Dragon Thorn!
The Golden Lion King smiled bitterly and said, "Actually, what I'm more concerned about is, what if the lot is drawn later and Long Ci and Sima Fei meet first?"
Su Feihu and White Elephant King were startled, and blurted out: "Yes, what if they met first?"
Everyone was stunned for a moment and didn't speak, and there was no need to speak, because at this time, the referee had already announced that the three people would go on stage to draw lots to determine the order of the competition.
"Let's go." Tang Feng waved and took steps immediately. Sima Fei patted his butt and followed closely.
The lottery process was not complicated, and the results came out quickly. The Golden Lion King's worries turned out to be true.
In the top three competition, the first round matchup was between Jinzhen Huaxia Dragon Thorn and Huaxia Sima Fei.
"Haha, it's interesting. It seems that these two guys from China are going to fight on their own first. It's really interesting!" People from other countries couldn't help but gloated after hearing this.
Bloody Thirteen also shrugged, looked at the two of them and said, "I'm really sorry. Although I want to kill you two right away, it's not bad to watch you two fight first."
Sima Fei suddenly smiled and said: "I'm also very embarrassed. It seems that your wish will come true." He said, shrugged his shoulders, turned to the rostrum and said: "I will abstain from the next game!"
"Abstain, are you really determined to abstain?" came the message from the rostrum.
Sima Fei nodded and said: "To be honest, I really don't have the strength to withstand the Dragon Fist move just now. Since the result is already determined, why bother with it?"
As he spoke, he turned to look at Tang Feng and said, "Then, the banner of China will be up to you."
Tang Feng nodded and said seriously: "I can't guarantee whether I can win, but one thing I can be sure of is that I will never admit defeat unless I fall!"
The final confrontation officially begins with Sima Fei stepping down!