Accelerating and running, the relatively short White Tiger suddenly rolled to the corner and quickly stood up. On the six-meter-square competition stage, he suddenly reached the extreme speed and dodged the huge berserker's body in the air.
fist.
At the same time, his body rolled in the air, and his right foot kicked out like lightning and hit the person's back of the head. This kick absorbed all of Bai Hu's true power. Bai Hu believed that as long as this kick hit, this big monster would be stunned.
, then the next step is his own violent blow.
However, Bai Hu still underestimated the reaction ability of this berserker. This man was like a monster born for fighting. His reaction was extremely sharp. He didn't even look back and grabbed Bai Hu's foot easily.
, was grasped by him like an iron pincer.
"Beast!" Bai Hu said something in Chinese, frightened and angry, and struck him with his other foot like lightning, trying to force him to let go.
"Hey"
The man sneered cruelly, lowered his head to avoid it, picked up one of Bai Hu's legs, and slammed it towards the stage like a wheel.
Bai Hu couldn't avoid it and was thrown heavily to the stage. He felt like stars were shining in his eyes, he had a splitting headache, he felt dizzy, and his whole body seemed to fall apart.
This time, the white tiger was seriously injured.
Once, twice, three times
This ferocious beast-like berserker beat the white tiger with all his strength, and the only sound on the entire competition stage was the bang-bang-bang sound, which moved people's hearts.
The onlookers were screaming, excited, excited, and some were sighing. It seemed that this Chinese from the mysterious East was in trouble. The past achievements had finally come to an end. In this bloody battle, almost no one came to the end.
Finally, there are those who make it to the end, and that is the boxing champion. Even the boxing champion will sometimes be challenged to death.
The berserk warrior let go of his hand, opened his two big hands like bear paws, and excitedly accepted the cheers of the crowd on the stage. His eyes like a beast were full of violent pride, and he stood in the center of the stage, waving arrogantly to the surroundings.
Indicate.
Then he turned around and looked at the white tiger who was lying there motionless. A look of contempt flashed in his eyes, "What white tiger, bullshit, won fifteen games in a row? Humph, that's because you didn't meet me.
I, all your previous honors are over, I am the one who stops your progress. In this boxing ring, only I can get to the end. Unfortunately, you can't see that day."
Looking at it, this Bardo, also known as the Berserker, sneered softly, and then squatted down. He was about to launch the final blow. This man was cruel by nature, and he liked to break other people's necks and fight with him.
Almost everyone in the world died like this.
At this moment, Bai Hu's consciousness was a little blurry, and some pictures appeared in his mind. They were scenes of Dragon Soul and a group of brothers in the country together, and scenes of performing various tasks, especially the last battle, in which he faced several times the enemy.
The masters of their Jin Linglong organization carried out a brutal killing. Not far away, he saw with his own eyes that Qinglong fell into Master Luo Tian's arms, and their Master Luo Tian roared like a wolf.
The last figure, not too tall, but a giant-like figure appeared in front of him, holding his waist, holding a cigarette in his mouth, looking like a ruffian, scolding him, "You bastard, you can't even bear this pain. From now on,
Stop calling me White Tiger, forget about calling you White Cat, stand up for me, don’t let me look down on you, I’ve never seen you look like this tired bear on a woman’s belly.”
Then came the good-natured laughter of the brothers who heard about Dragon Soul. There was also a woman who blushed, glared at Luo Tian, and turned away. That woman was Zhuque, the only woman of Dragon Soul.
, the woman who always calls herself Big Brother Bai.
"Qinglong is dead, Suzaku and Xuanwu are missing, am I going to die too?" On the competition stage, Baihu remained motionless, with a subconscious thought of giving up on himself.
"You are a white tiger, not a white cat. Stand up for me. The dragon soul's blood is only war! Fight! Fight! Even if you die, you must bite off a piece of his flesh for me."
Luo Tian's voice sounded again, which suddenly made Bai Hu wake up, "No, I can't die, I have to follow the master to fight in the north and south, at least I can't die in the hands of this bastard, I am Bai Hu! I
Not a white cat! Roar”
Bai Hu let out a roar from his heart.
At this moment, Bardo's hand has already held up his head. As long as his hand is connected again and twisted hard, his neck will be broken, and then he, the white tiger, will really become a dead cat.
Suddenly!
Just when the berserker put his other hand on the white tiger's head, the white tiger opened his eyes suddenly, and became extremely red. The chill that shot out made the berserker shiver. The look in his eyes was so
The cold seems to take away the soul.
"Bang"
The white tiger bent and stretched its legs, and kicked the berserker on the head. The unprepared berserker was kicked straight away, staggered, took a few steps back, and shook his head.
, staring at Bai Hu angrily.
"Okay, very good. There is still room for resistance. It's more interesting. Zi, I have changed my mind now. I will break all your limbs and then twist your neck." The Berserker looked at the man who jumped up suddenly.
The white tiger, with a look of disbelief flashing in his eyes, twisted his thick neck and rushed over with a twisted smile.
"I originally wanted to use the Seven Hunting Styles when I was fighting the boxing champion. Now it seems I have to use them in advance. Otherwise, I really have no chance."
The white tiger stood solemnly, thinking to himself, standing there and closing his eyes, his momentum suddenly rose.
People around the audience saw the white tiger jumping up again, and cheers rang out again, applauding the white tiger. These spectators spent money to see the excitement. For the one-hit kill showdown, these people were not interested. On the contrary, they were
The ups and downs made them even more passionate.
But when they saw Bai Hu actually closing his eyes, they all couldn't help but screamed in surprise. Could it be that this mysterious Eastern Chinese wanted to fight against people with his eyes closed?
"Break limbs? As you wish!"
When the iron fist of the "berserker" came close to his forehead, Bai Hu suddenly opened his eyes, and for the first time a cruel and fierce light burst out from his eyes. He turned his head and punched the "berserker" in the abdomen.
"Humph" the "berserker" couldn't help but sneer. He has a strong skin and thick flesh. The white tiger does not need to be injured. Even when he is in his prime, he may not cause harm to himself, so this man sinks his fist without hesitation and hooks it with one blow.
Aiming at Bai Hu's lower forehead, he picked it up.
But before his fist touched Bai Hu's chin, Bai Hu's fist had already hit his abdomen.
"Bang"
The "Berserker" retreated wildly, taking three steps back before he could stand still. He felt as if a fire was burning in his abdomen. The force of this blow was far beyond his expectation, just like
It was like being hit hard by a car.
"you"
Before he could react, the white tiger rushed over, like a white tiger jumping into a stream. It was extremely violent, the air waves were shocking, and the seven hunting moves were launched!
"Chasing the wind."
"Walking on the waves."
"Broken gold."
"Cracked Rock."
"Tragic."
"Hunting."
"Take life."
As fast as a violent wind and as moving as thunder, each posture contains more than a dozen changes. The muscles and meridians of the body begin to tremble, and the true power seems to be running uncontrollably.
White Tiger fell into madness, as if possessed by a madman, and his strength was greatly improved compared to before. It was like a strangulation machine, which had strangled the "berserker".
"Bang, bang, bang, ah, ah, ah"
The first move of every move was a sure kill, hitting the opponent's vital point. His figure was a little erratic, and an afterimage actually appeared. Then there was the sound of heavy punches hitting the body, and then the bursts of "Berserker"
The screams of agony.
"What kind of move are you doing? It's so cruel."
The frightened and angry "berserker" looked at the white tiger in disbelief. The white tiger did not answer and continued to attack. Once the seven hunting postures are used, he will not stop until the enemy falls. He must not fall before the enemy falls, otherwise
The consequences would be disastrous and must be resolved quickly.
"Click, click"
Continuous sounds of broken bones sounded, and the berserker's limbs were destroyed. His arms were clasped and his knees were weak. He knelt on the competition stage like a mountain, seeming to be repenting for his arrogance.
.
"End it, you are not even worthy of being a stumbling block on my way forward, White Tiger."
Bai Hu proudly turned his back to the berserker and faced the audience, with an extremely indifferent expression. He turned sideways, grabbed the berserker's huge head with both hands, and twisted it violently.
"Ah no, click"
There was no more sound, a mountain-like body flopped down there, and there was no more sound.
"Good, wonderful, really wonderful, Chinese people, well done, amazing"
The crowd burst into cheers. This was the most exciting fight they had ever seen. The White Tiger of China turned defeat into victory, which was a feast for their eyes and greatly stimulated their eyeballs.
But in response to these cheers and shouts, Bai Hu's expression remained very indifferent. He glanced at everyone without any emotion, jumped off the ring, and left happily.
In this fight, he was also seriously injured and needed to recuperate. The next fight will be equally difficult and he must maintain his strongest condition. He was not born for the boxing ring, but just to vent the inner depression and the suppressed energy.
emotions.
In a rental house not too far away from the Hausen Arena, a Chinese man was treating Bai Hu's injuries. Bai Hu's eyes were cold and his strong body was full of scars.
"Brother Bai, you can't fight anymore, otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous. Now your body has been seriously overdrawn and you have hidden diseases. Go back, go back to China. I don't know what you did before, but I hope you can
Face the future bravely and forget the past." This Chinese doctor is Bai Hu's friend, his name is Hu He, he said with a deep heart at this moment.
"Have you forgotten?" Baihu smiled bitterly, "Some things can't be forgotten without forgetting." After finishing, his eyes looked in the direction of Huaxia with some confusion, not knowing what he was thinking.