The sun is shining high, but the autumn wind is blowing, and the temperature in the huge school grounds is not very high. In the imperial capital in late autumn, even at noon, people no longer feel the heat.
However, the blood in everyone's body is boiling, because this is the last battle, and the two most powerful military kings in the world are about to have a final contest!
Originally, according to the competition system, the winner would have to compete with the previous International Soldier King, King Sumeru of ancient India, but King Sumeru did not show up, so it was omitted for the time being.
Although the sun was shining brightly, Xue Shisan's face was very pale, without any trace of blood, which formed a sharp contrast with the black robe on his body.
His eyes were also very white, tinged with scarlet and covered with bloodshot streaks, and there was something indescribably weird about them.
Tang Feng stood opposite, his waist straight, as straight as a gun, a king's gun!
After a short period of breath adjustment, the restless breath had calmed down, and his bronze-colored angular face, in addition to being as hard as steel, also revealed a trace of dignity.
Tang Feng couldn't help but be solemn. The strength and terror of Blood Thirteen were definitely beyond everyone's imagination.
Even though he had just competed with Magneto, this weird guy still didn't use his true strength. You know, Magneto was able to compete with the third level master of Huajin with his physical strength alone.
It can also be seen from this that the strength of Blood Thirteen is at least the fourth level of energy transformation. If the real trump card is used, it may be far more.
There was a lot of discussion in the audience for a while, and someone said: "Who do you think will win in the end among these two strongest warriors?"
Someone immediately said: "Of course it's the Blood Thirteen from Europe. The Chinese Dragon Thorn is indeed strong, but don't forget that Blood Thirteen is a vampire god. His abilities are far from simple.
."
"Yes, we are also optimistic about Blood Thirteen. This guy's speed alone is already extremely terrifying!"
Compared with the crowds of people in other countries, China remained silent. Even though they hoped that Dragon Thorn could win, they also knew that it would be too difficult.
Even the hot-tempered Zhan Kuang couldn't help but ask: "Do you think the boss is sure?"
Chen Haoran nodded, then quickly shook his head: "It's difficult, Blood Thirteen's energy and blood are majestic, this guy is too strong!"
Black Rose suddenly said: "Even so, I am still optimistic about Dragon Thorn."
Zhan Kuang rolled his eyes and said, "Of course you have to take a good look at him. After all, Boss Longthorn is your sweetheart."
Black Rose rolled her eyes at him and originally wanted to refute, but in the end she didn't speak. It seemed that even she herself didn't have much confidence in her heart.
Blood Thirteen on the stage suddenly said: "Chinese Dragon Thorn, do you think it is necessary to continue the competition?"
Tang Feng did not answer, but asked: "Blood Thirteen, do you think you will win?"
Blood Thirteen sneered, and his hoarse voice sounded like it was coming from the mouth of a dead man: "In that battle just now, you have exhausted all your cards, and your strongest secret skill is probably your last move of Dragon Fist, right?"
Having said this, he smiled jokingly, and then said: "In your eyes, how am I compared to Ichiro Tokugawa?"
Tang Feng couldn't help but nod: "You are better than Tokugawa Ichiro."
Blood Thirteen smiled, and this was a real smile. He shook his head and said: "Since even you know that I am stronger than him, do you think your Dragon Fist can deal with me and compete with me?"
Tang Feng didn't speak. He was not a talkative person, so he raised his right index finger and gave the other party a hook.
Bloody Thirteen's expression suddenly darkened. He stepped forward and immediately opened his hands, flying over like a black bat.
His speed was so fast that everyone's eyes flickered and his person seemed to disappear out of thin air.
Of course he couldn't disappear out of thin air, that's just because his speed was so fast that he couldn't be caught with the ordinary naked eye.
However, Tang Feng still stood there unmoved, and suddenly he punched out.
Bloody Thirteen immediately appeared, his man was right under Tang Feng's nose, but before his fist could reach him, there was another whoosh, and he had already swept to one side, his body as soft as a loach, fast and weird.
Without thinking, Tang Feng turned around, stretched out the dragon's claws, and grabbed him directly on the shoulder.
There was another whistling sound, and Blood Thirteen had already rushed out. Tang Feng couldn't even touch the opponent's clothes, not to mention trying to scratch his shoulders.
"I've said before that with your current speed, you can't compete with me at all. You can't be my opponent!" Xue Shisan sneered confidently, and there was a sense of confidence in controlling everything in his words.
Tang Feng secretly gritted his teeth. It was only now that he truly understood the madness of Magneto. The speed of this Blood Thirteen was really weird. His whole body was as light as a flowing cloud and as fast as lightning. If he was really determined to dodge
, there is absolutely nothing you can do about him.
"There are ninety-nine and eighty-one dragon claw hands in total. There are so many different moves. I don't believe that I can't defeat this monster like you!" Tang Feng snorted coldly, stimulating the energy in his body. When his hands shook, afterimages appeared one after another.
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He rushed out and was swept over like a violent storm.
Blood Thirteen also had a surging aura, and his black robe made a hunting sound.
Even though Tang Feng's dragon claws were attacking like a rainstorm, he was still like a loach bat, constantly sliding left and right, once to Tang Feng's side, then under his armpits, and in the blink of an eye, he slipped past his crotch.
"this……"
"This Blood Thirteen, could his bones be made of water? How could he be so soft?" Everyone marveled.
"Unexpectedly, even though it is as powerful as the Chinese Dragon Thorn, it still failed to catch him. This Blood Thirteen's movement and lightness skills are so powerful!"
At this moment, there was a sudden pop, and Tang Feng's dragon claw suddenly slashed, leaving a scar on the opponent's neck.
However, it was just a thin mark. If he could have been faster, then at this moment, Blood Thirteen's neck would have been broken.
But everyone in the audience knew that this was impossible, because Tang Feng had used all his strength, but it only left a small scar on the opponent's neck.
"It seems that you are better than Magneto. At least you can leave a trace of scars on me!"
Blood Thirteen sneered. Although his words were exaggerating Tang Feng, no one present could hear his arrogance and contempt.
Tang Feng was breathing heavily. The series of dragon claws he had just used had a great impact on the energy in his body.
"Your movement speed is very strange, but in terms of strength, it may not be that strong!" Tang Feng snorted coldly,
"Really? It seems like you are still not convinced!" Xue Shisan sneered, nodded and said: "Then next, I will show you my power!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his whole body became full of momentum. His black robe suddenly surged without wind, and the wind roared. At this moment, the colors of the world seemed to change.
