Text_Chapter 117: A decisive battle for thousands of miles (1)
Chapter 1,117 The decisive battle thousands of miles away (Part 1)
Everyone in the audience also looked at each other in shock. No one would have thought that Wang Xiaohu, who had the upper hand just now, would be completely at a disadvantage in the blink of an eye. Isn't this a bit unreasonable?
Wang Xiaohu didn't speak. He just looked at Xu Hu silently in front of him, constantly thinking about how to win. He clearly understood that his weakness was in skills. In this regard, Xu Hu was completely higher than himself, especially
His set of tiger-shaped fists was so powerful that he couldn't react at all. His advantage was that his strength was slightly greater than his, but it was only a little bigger. Now that one of his arms was injured, his strength
It's hard to say whether he can suppress him in terms of strength, but if he wants to win, the only way is to rely on strength.
After gathering his composure, Wang Xiaohu understood that he had to let the other party fight head-on with him. Only in that way could he have a chance of survival.
"Brother Wang, since you refuse to admit defeat, don't blame me for being rude!" Xu Hu saw Wang Xiaohu just looking at him indifferently, and then he let out a sinister smile and rushed towards Wang Xiaohu again. This time, his speed
Faster, his body was like a tiger descending a mountain, an extremely strong momentum burst out, he no longer tested like before, and directly swept towards Wang Xiaohu with one kick.
Wang Xiaohu retreats, retreats quickly!
Wang Xiaohu just avoided Xu Hu's kick, but Xu Hu's punches hit him one after another. Wang Xiaohu continued to retreat, but Xu Hu no longer kept hitting like before, and punched out with a completely desperate attitude.
, punches and kicks, punch after punch, kick after kick, how could Wang Xiaohu, who was unable to use one hand, resist?
Xu Hu seemed to have taken a fancy to this, and his strikes became harder and harder, and the speed of his punches became faster and faster. Wang Xiaohu, who was already thinking about how to fight Xu Hu head-on, was too late even if he wanted to fight head-on.
The body continued to retreat, and once again came to the edge of the platform, Xu Hu also let out a ferocious laugh, and shouted: "Defeat!" His whole body suddenly jumped into the air, and he kicked Wang Xiaohu's head fiercely.
With all his strength gathered in one kick, even if Wang Xiaohu could resist it, he would definitely be kicked backwards by the huge force. He would definitely win this battle.
Facing this surging kick, Wang Xiaohu wanted to hide in both directions, but it was too late. He wanted to block it with his hands. The only consequence would be that he would be kicked off the stage. In that case, he would lose. Could it be that
Are you going to lose the first game?
With a sound of "Bang!", Xu Hu kicked Wang Xiaohu hard in the heart. A mouthful of blood spurted out from Wang Xiaohu's mouth, and his body flew up and fell back.
A smile appeared on Xu Hu's face, but in the middle of his smile, he froze because Wang Xiaohu had grabbed his calf without knowing when, and his body was flying towards the audience.
At this time, Xu Hu's body was still in mid-air. Where could he move, he could only kick Wang Xiaohu hard in the heart again, hoping that Wang Xiaohu would let go, but Wang Xiaohu held on tightly and endured the severe pain in his heart.
, even enduring the danger of his sternum being kicked to pieces, refusing to let go at all.
"Boom..." With a sound, their bodies fell under the platform almost at the same time. Wang Xiaohu opened his mouth wide, and another mouthful of blood spurted out, mixed with some internal organ fragments.
"Lao Qi..." Ye Xingchen, Zifeng, Chen Xiaolong, Ouyang Jun, and others immediately rushed towards Wang Xiaohu, and instantly arrived in front of Wang Xiaohu, supporting Wang Xiaohu.
"I...I'm fine..." Wang Xiaohu's upper body was almost stained red by the blood he spit out, but he showed a relieved look to Ye Xingchen and others, and even tried to struggle to stand up, but unfortunately he fainted immediately.
The shock made Ye Xingchen and others worry for a while, but fortunately Ye Tianlong arrived in time, checked Wang Xiaohu's pulse, and confirmed that there was nothing serious, then he felt relieved.
As for Xu Hu on the side, he also stood up, his face dark. How could he have thought that Wang Xiaohu would be so desperate? He would fight to the death to pull himself off the stage!
Everyone at the scene was stunned for a while. They did not expect such a result. Cai Shenglong also had a look of horror in his eyes, but he quickly came to his senses and announced: "This round is a draw!"
Everyone was surprised. No one expected that the first match would end in a draw. However, since Cai Shenglong said so, no one objected.
Wang Xiaohu was sent down. Although his life was not in danger, his internal organs were severely impacted and he must receive treatment immediately, otherwise there may be any sequelae.
At this time, it was the second round of the competition. Xu Hu, who was tied with Wang Xiaohu, saw that Cai Junzhang did not blame himself. He walked to the side and raised his head, while a gentle-looking, thin and frail man...
Shi walked up to Cai Junzhang and said calmly: "Fourth Young Master, I'll play this game!"
Cai Junzhang wanted to say something, but seeing the determined look in the man's eyes, he could only nod.
The man didn't say anything and came directly to the platform, but his movement was a bit special, as if he was floating up like the wind.
"Leave this person to me!" At this time, Ouyang Jun said.
Ye Xingchen was about to nod, but Lin Aoxiang on the side suddenly said: "No, leave this person to me!"
"Huh?" Ye Xingchen and Ouyang Jun both looked puzzled.
"This person's movement skills are unique. I am trying to catch him, and their strong men are behind me. Ouyang, you still have a stronger opponent to deal with!" Lin Aoxiang explained again.
"Okay, be careful!" Ouyang Jun nodded. Ye Xingchen didn't say anything and just nodded. Lin Aoxiang smiled at the two of them and jumped onto the ring.
"Lin Aoxiang, you are polite!" Lin Aoxiang first saluted to the other party.
"Qiu Xiaodi!" A cold voice came from the thin man's mouth.
"Haha, Brother Qiu, I've offended you a lot!" Lin Aoxiang still had a smile on his face, but he had already assumed the starting position of Wing Chun, and his eyes were staring at the man in front of him. For a man
A warrior should never look down on any enemy. This is the most basic principle.
"Really?" The man had no intention of taking action at all. Instead, he snorted coldly, with a look of disdain in his eyes. Lin Aoxiang had a good temper, but his face turned pale with anger. As soon as he moved his steps, he
He rushed towards Emperor Qiu Xiao.
"You don't know how to live or die!" Qiu Xiaodi snorted coldly, and in a flash, he was in front of Lin Aoxiang, and pointed out...