The two of them entered the state of confrontation and began to attack. Kuai Fist's fists were like steel, and his flying kicks were like giant cannons, constantly blasting at each other.
Then he was avoided by both sides with the smallest dodge distance.
Then he launched another attack and was stuck in a cycle. On the stage, he could only see ghost figures and the strong wind whistling by his ears.
"So strong..."
Xiaozhi's eyes widened and he murmured.
It was obvious that both sides were trying their best to attack, but they were able to dodge within a hair's breadth. This kind of skill was too strong, so he quickly released the Firestorm Monkey together.
One person, one monkey and four eyes, copy x2.
But soon, the situation in the arena changed again.
After all, neither of them could last long in this state. After saying hello, their fists and soles accidentally hit their bodies for the first time, and then they hit the target frequently.
By the end, both of them seemed to have abandoned the technique of seeing the force, and started to show real fire. They didn't defend or dodge, and even if they were to take a punch, they would still kick the opponent.
It can be said that this is the true appearance of a fighting competition.
The unique fighting method is something only senior masters can master, at least it will not appear in a town-level competition.
And the level of these two people is just a little better than ordinary people.
The two of them kept punching and kicking, and as one of the front teeth at the corner of his mouth was broken, their moves gradually became more like a primary school boy's fight, becoming more chaotic.
If there is a brick on the ground, you might pick it up and say hello to the other person's head.
Even Shan Dou and Nei Ku on the edge of the ring wanted to take the Pokémon back and go up to fight them themselves.
“Da da da da!!”
After a few breaths, Kuai Fist Lang and Flying Leg Lang were already covered with scars. One side had panda eyes, and the other side had their front teeth blown out. They were both trembling, looking like primary school students after a fight.
"Whirring whirring..."
At this moment, both of them are in a state of residual health, and even a single collision can end the battle.
"Now, Kuai Fist Master, use Sonic Fist!!"
Fan Dou said suddenly.
Nowadays, preemptive skills are undoubtedly equal to divine skills!
Kuai Quan Lang made a lightning move and punched the opponent in the head, leaving a bloody mark on his head.
"The victory or defeat is decided!"
Hearing the sound of a punch hitting flesh, Shan Dou felt calm.
However, the image of the Flying Leg Man falling down as he expected did not appear. The latter still stood there firmly, with a burst of red light glowing all over his body.
"It's here, it's the flying leg man's unique skill as a gatekeeper, hold on!"
The host recognized the move and roared to the sky.
The louder he screams, the higher his salary will be today.
Holding on to this move is similar to the momentum belt. No matter how much health is left, the last bit of HP will be retained.
"Damn it, then use the freezing fist to get rid of it!!" Shan Dou roared quickly.
Kuai Fist Lang's usual fist for launching the Sonic Punch was still stuck in the air at this moment, and he could only choose to use the other hand to launch the Farmer's Three Punch.
Extremely close, the opponent can't avoid it!
My fan fight is stable again!
The frozen energy instantly condensed on Kuaiquanlang's fist, which was as big as a sandbag. It was filled with chills, and he was about to punch the target.
Holding on is the same as protecting, you can only hold on but not hold on, it will never be able to block this blow!
"brake!!"
But the Flying Leg Man suddenly shouted loudly, and his spring-like thighs swept out like a long whip, kicking the opponent's cold fist in front of him.
This is a turn-based game, so there is no reason why Kuai Quan Lang always takes action.
"Hmph, are you going to fight me to the death? You are looking for death..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Shan Dou's eyes shrank, and he suddenly saw a "boom" sound from the sole of Flying Leg Lang's foot, and a ball of flame exploded inexplicably.
"This is...?"
The hot and violent breath filled Fan Dou's face.
The fighter Nei Ku raised the corner of his mouth and then roared loudly:
"Deal it with Fire Kick!!"
If Kuai Quan Lang used lightning punch, it would still be a 50-50 situation. It was so easy to die, but you actually used freezing punch?
Coincidentally, my Flying Leg Man doesn't know the farmer's three kicks, but he can counter the ice attribute's fire kick with one move!
The fierce fists and soles collided again. This time it was not only a confrontation in strength, but also a collision in attributes.
"Hoo ho ho!!"
The flames on the flame kick spread away, instantly melting all the coldness on the frozen fist.
Kuai Quan Lang suddenly lost all his stamina, and his fists and his whole body were kicked out. He fell out of the ring like a cannonball and landed in the audience, looking miserable.
"Quick Boxer!!"
Before Shan Dou could step forward to check the latter's injury, a gentle woman had already run over and lay on the ground, looking at Kuai Quan Lang with worry and distress.
"Aimi, you..."
Shan Dou couldn't help but choked up his words and spoke.
This woman is his daughter.
It's just that she has always opposed her participation in this fighting competition, so why is she so worried about her Pokémon now?
What followed was a touching scene of a loving father and a filial son. The surrounding audience was moved to tears and clapped their hands, and they imagined a 10,000-word touching story about a father who, despite his age, went on stage to fight for his daughter.
Suddenly everyone looked at the flying legged man and the martial artist Neiku who were still standing on the field, and they all looked a little more malicious, like villains.
Uchikawauchi Ku: "?"
"Villain fighters Nei Ku and Flying Leg Lang enter the finals!"
The host also took advantage of the situation and added a prefix.
As a temporary worker, you just have to follow the mood of the audience and just follow the mood. After all, if you leave after getting paid tonight, the blame will be on the organizer.
Hearing this, he frowned and had nowhere to vent his malice. He could only vent his malice on Xiaozhi, who was watching the show next to him.
"The trainer with the electric rat is your brother who played with me in the first round. In the final, I will kill you!"
He said sternly, really giving off a bit of a villain vibe.
Xiaozhi: "?"
What you said is a bit strange.
But he has never been a fearful person, nor was he timid, so he retorted:
"You like to play with your legs, don't you? Wait until the finals and I will remove all three legs of your flying leg boy!"
The Firestorm Monkey also gave him a middle finger.
The finals haven't even started yet, and it's full of excitement.
However, due to the serious injury of the Flying Leg Man, the finals will now proceed directly. The Fire Monkey will probably kneel down as soon as he stamps his feet, so the officials temporarily adjusted the competition rules and moved the final time from the evening to late at night.
So Xiaozhi had another box lunch for nothing.
...
...
At night, around 10 o'clock, incandescent lights lit up the dark streets, illuminating the arena.
Surrounded by a dense crowd of onlookers, in sharp contrast to the ring, they cheered and cheered.
"It smells bad."
Xiaozhi smiled and said, the atmosphere in the arena must be like this.
"Prepare to cause a scene, Firemonkey!"
"Violent!!"
He clenched fists with Firestorm Monkey, and their soul bonds were highly compatible. Then the latter squatted deeply, crossed the horizontal rope a few meters away and entered the ring. Without hesitation, he directly raised his arms and shouted at the audience, as if it was now the award ceremony.
"A born champion..."
For some reason, Fan Dou, who was watching from the side, uttered these words and secretly made a decision in his heart.
"If it is it, maybe it can really reach the realm of its ancestors..." Fan Dou then shook his head again. He needed to see the performance of the Firestorm Monkey in the finals.
"Go ahead, Flying Legs!"
As the fighter groaned inwardly, the Flying Leg Man stretched out his thighs like springs, stepped onto the ring, and looked at the Fiery Monkey from afar.
"P1 fighting competition, town-level finals, Flying Leg Man versus Firestorm Monkey!"
"Boom!!"
As the host beats the bronze drum on the stage, the finals officially begin!
