However, Pete Niu across from him had already noticed that Fang Xiaoyu had secretly tried to get lucky before.
He smiled proudly and said to Fang Xiaoyu: "Boy, you must be panicking! I didn't expect that the spiritual energy here is exhausted and I can't muster the energy! How can you fight with me, a little man? Even if I bend down, you
You can barely catch my face. You're too short. Wait until you grow to 1.9 meters before you fight me! Haha!"
"It's true that I can't muster the energy, but I still have more than enough strength to hit you. Besides, I don't need to be 1.9 meters tall to hit you. My current height is completely enough." As he said this, Fang Xiaoyu suddenly slid forward and directly
A slap hit Pitbull on the face.
"Pop!" After a crisp sound, five deep palm prints immediately appeared on Pitbull's face.
Loud applause spread throughout the entire boxing ring, and everyone's eyes widened in surprise, unable to believe that all this was real.
"Let me go, this kid actually slapped Pitbull."
"This...how is this possible?"
"Pete Niu is nearly two meters tall, but this kid slapped the opponent easily. This, this skill is too agile!"
"It's amazing. It's really amazing. Fortunately, I took him into custody."
"Damn, that's too bad, I'm betting all on Pete the Bull."
"Here, what the hell is going on with Pete Bull? He's so tall and was slapped by a short man."
"Who said he was short? That Chinese warrior is not short, either, but he is a little shorter compared to the tall and powerful Pit Bull."
"It's so irritating. There's no point in being so tall. I didn't expect that Pete the Bull is also such a watery person."
People at the scene made various voices, and more people's faces were full of worry.
There were only a few people who bought Fang Xiaoyu's winnings, and all of them had a look of pride on their faces.
After being slapped by Fang Xiaoyu, Pete Niu's face turned green and red.
He touched his burning face with his hand, and his veins suddenly bulged with anger.
"You bastard, you dare to slap me. It seems that I underestimated you. Come on, prepare to die! I will use my ancient power to knock you down and kill you with one punch!"
While he was talking, he suddenly saw this guy, rushed over, waved his fists, and beat Fang Xiaoyu wildly on the body.
Fang Xiaoyu took his time, kept his horse steady, and shouted loudly: "Meishan God Fight!"
As he said that, he covered his face with his hands and allowed the tall and powerful Pit Bull to punch.
Pitbull waved his strong fist and hit Fang Xiaoyu randomly.
The strong fist fell on Fang Xiaoyu's body, making bursts of "pah pah pah" sounds. He beat him for several minutes, but nothing happened to him.
Seeing this scene, the onlookers were all dumbfounded.
"This...this...what the hell is this? Why is this happening?"
"No way! Is this the legendary Chinese Qigong?"
"It's impossible. This is a Yinhan Island where the spiritual energy is exhausted. No technique can be used here."
"No way! This Chinese warrior actually has such a strong ability to resist being hit? This is unscientific!"
"Is this a fake punch?"
"I protest. Peter Bull is lying."
"It's so fake. A top boxing champion can't defeat a Chinese who is half shorter than him."
"There is a ghost here. It must be that Chinese warrior who used true energy to protect his body."
"Impossible, this is a Jedi place, any technique will fail when it reaches here."
"Could this kid be using witchcraft?"
Seeing that Fang Xiaoyu was being bombarded by Pitbull, but nothing happened, the people who had lost to Xiaoyu, the buyer, started yelling and scolding one by one.
"We protest, this is unfair."
"We will firmly resist fake punches."
"It's so fake!"
"Refund the money and we won't play anymore."
"It's so disgusting. How could your organizer deceive us, the audience, like this?"
"Fake punches, this is definitely fake punches."
Listening to the shouts on the field, Pitbull's face turned green and red, and he broke out in a cold sweat.
He never dreamed that Fang Xiaoyu would be able to use Meishan Shen Da, such a heaven-defying skill, in such a situation.
For this white man from the other side of the West, he couldn't tell the difference between Shen Da and Qigong.
"Boy, what on earth are you practicing? Why have I been beating you for a long time, but there is no reaction? Are you using Chinese Qigong? Impossible! This place can't raise Qi at all. You
How did you do it without any reaction when I hit you?"
"No, there is a reaction." Fang Xiaoyu replied with a smile: "Because your hand was swollen."
"Ah... Damn, my hands are really swollen." Pitbull stopped, spread out the back of his hands and looked around. Sure enough, he saw that his hands were as swollen as a bun, and he couldn't help crying.
He growled unwillingly at Fang Xiaoyu: "No, you can't be my opponent. I don't believe you can defeat me. You must be using witchcraft. Today I will break your magic."
As he said this, he suddenly saw this guy taking out a small bottle from his trouser pocket.
Fang Xiaoyu took a look with his clairvoyance and quickly saw that it was a bottle of black dog blood.
"Oh! It seems that you have studied our Chinese culture quite well! You actually know how to use black dog blood to break magic. However, it would be a waste to keep such a good thing in your hands, so why not give it to me?
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Fang Xiaoyu smiled indifferently, stretched out his hand, and snatched the bottle of black dog blood from Pit Niu's hand at an extremely fast speed.
"Oh! Maiga, my black dog blood."
Pitbull panicked and quickly reached out to grab the bottle of black dog blood in Fang Xiaoyu's hand.
Seeing this, Fang Xiaoyu stretched out his fist and hit the opponent's face directly. He smiled coldly and said: "If you can't save your life, why do you want the blood of a black dog?"
"Pop!" There was a crisp sound, and his fist hit the opponent's temple. Pitbull's eyes went black and he fell down on the spot.
"Boom!"
Pete the Bull's huge body fell on the ring.
Whether he is dead or alive, only God knows.
Fang Xiaoyu put away the bottle of black dog blood and sighed with a relaxed expression: "Yes, I think this black dog blood is a little old. I will keep it in the tomb in the future. It will be a good magic weapon to use to fight zombies."
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He turned over and lightly jumped over the rope, walking straight towards Lu Yu and Miyata Shizumi not far away.
At this time, the crowd immediately became excited.
"Damn it, this Pit Bull is too watery! He was knocked over with just one punch."
"It's so fake. This is the most fake punch ever."
"Retire from the competition and resolutely resist fake punches."
"The water is too obvious."
"We demand that players who fake punches be severely punished."
The crowd cursed and cried.
Some people win by buying Pitt Bulls and invest all their belongings. It can be said that they lose even their pants.
Only the small group of people who won by the buyer Xiaoyu made a lot of money and were all happy. (To be continued)