Tony's enthusiastic performance attracted bursts of cheers from those around him.
Many people who didn't know the truth were making noises from the sidelines.
"Marry him!"
"Marry him!"
Lin Anxiang has a black line on her face, she should marry someone else.
I didn't know the situation, so I just yelled there.
She turned her eyes to Wu Yong for help, her eyes full of expectation.
Wu Yong has promised Lin Anxiang to help her show her tricks.
This situation.
It's up to him to take action.
Wu Yong snatched the flower over, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it: "Well, the flower is quite fragrant. I accepted it on her behalf. You can go now."
Wu Yong used standard Chinese.
Tony couldn't understand.
But when he saw Wu Yong's movements and expressions, he made a rough guess.
He said anxiously: "What are you doing! These are the flowers I gave to Lin!"
Wu Yong glanced to the side: "I know, she is my girlfriend, is there any problem if I take it for her?"
Lin Anxiang heard this and took the initiative to come over and hold Wu Yong's arm.
The intimacy between the two of them.
To the surprise of the onlookers.
"Oh my god, it turns out they are a couple."
"Then the foreigner is not a mistress!"
"To say that the mistresses all praise him is obviously wishful thinking."
Those who had just shouted that they wanted Lin Anxiang to marry Tony all turned their sides.
Many people also criticized Tony in English.
"Hey, man, you're ruining people's feelings."
"God will punish you if he knows!"
Tony's expression remained unchanged.
He stood up and straightened his chest and said: "I love Lin. In your Chinese terms, my love for her is universal. I don't know what it means to destroy feelings. I only know that beauty should belong to heroes, and beauties like Lin should also belong to heroes."
A strong person like me."
Bang bang.
He patted his chest, his muscles squeaking hard.
This guy has a really good figure.
After training my tendons, my clothes are bulging.
Wu Yong wanted to laugh after hearing this.
His thinking is also quite strange.
Beauty is only for the strong.
Then with my current strength, wouldn't it be true that all the beauties in the world will most likely belong to me.
Wu Yong chuckled and looked at Tony up and down, "Brother, I really don't know what makes you strong? Can you be called a strong person like this?"
"What did he say?"
Tony couldn't understand and asked the people around him for help.
Someone translated Wu Yong's words to him: "He said that you are worthy of being called a strong person!"
Wu Yong heard this level of translation.
I was also drunk inside.
This guy is clearly provoking himself.
As expected.
Tony was furious after hearing this. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing the muscles on his arms: "You said I don't deserve to be a strong man! You see nothing! I was a professional boxer, and I was beaten by me in the ring.
I have over 50 KOs. My best bench press score is 180KG. I once killed a buffalo with one punch! What qualifications do you have to say that I am not worthy of being called a strong man! I want to duel with you!"
Wow.
The crowd exploded upon hearing this.
Good guy.
Professional boxer, bench press 180 kilograms, can kill a cow with one punch!
This foreigner is so tough.
Look at Wu Yong again, he has a normal body shape.
In front of Tony, it was like pieces of paper stuck together.
A little comparison.
Everyone found that Wu Yong's words seemed to be a bit crazy.
Tony is indeed considered a strong man.
When Wu Yong saw this, he smiled disdainfully.
He casually agreed to Tony's request: "A duel, okay? I'll duel with you. But, the way of the duel is up to me."
After translation by someone next to me.
Tony's face showed excitement.
He thought to himself: This kid actually agreed to accept the duel, he is dead! Lin must be mine!
Suppress the excitement in my heart.
Tony said: "Okay, what method do you want to use?"
Wu Yong smiled and said: "Since you said you were a boxer, let's compare fists. The method of competition is to simply test the power of fists. Whoever punches with greater power will win. The winner can
How do you feel about getting her?"
When Tony heard this, he started boxing and was very happy.
That's his strength.
With his bench press strength, even top boxers have to be wary of him.
He agreed without hesitation: "Okay, it's just more powerful than punching."
Look around.
He asked again: "But there is no instrument to test strength here, so what should we compare with?"
Wu Yong smiled and said: "To test your strength, just find something. Use whatever instrument you want. Boss, can you find me two steel plates?"
The boss was already standing aside, watching the excitement for a long time.
When he heard Wu Yong's request, Monk Zhang Er was confused: "I have steel plates here, but they are a bit thick."
Wu Yong said: "The thicker the better, let me use it."
Although I don’t know what Wu Yong is going to do, Wu Yong is Lin Anxiang’s friend.
He went to get it too.
After a while.
The boss and an employee each brought a steel plate over.
The steel plate is half a meter square and more than five centimeters thick.
It is difficult for ordinary bullets to penetrate such a thick steel plate.
"Can these two pieces be okay?" the boss asked.
"Okay." Wu Yong nodded.
Let the boss put it away.
Wu Yong turned his attention to Tony: "Man, let's use it to compare punching strength."
Tony looked confused: "Steel plates, how do you compare?"
Wu Yong said: "It's very simple. One punch per person will leave a deeper punch mark than the other."
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience was shocked.
Wow.
Everyone stared, looking left and right, thinking they had heard wrong.
If you use your fist to chisel a steel plate with a thickness of five centimeters, whose fist mark will be deeper than the one left?
Is this man's brain burned out?
After Tony heard the translation from the person next to him, he also had a question mark on his face.
No matter how hard your fist is, it is still made of flesh and blood.
Using it to hit a five centimeter thick steel plate is like hitting a stone with an egg.
Look around the world.
The strongest boxer would not dare to joke with the steel plate with his fists.
Tony's face darkened at first, and then he narrowed his eyes, as if he suddenly understood.
"Oh! Cunning Chinese! You must have wanted to trick me first and let me hit the steel plate with my fist, right? What a cunning and cunning guy, I will not be fooled by you. Fuck you steel plate, you liar
Guy, if you really want to duel with me, just come into the ring with me and I'll beat you to shit with one punch!"
When everyone heard this, they also seemed to be suddenly enlightened.
oh.
It turned out that I wanted to fool him.
However, this method seemed a bit clumsy and did not deceive anyone.
Everyone turned their attention to Wu Yong, guessing his next reaction.
Just as everyone thought.
Wu Yong will definitely change his method and play some tricks again.
He walked straight in front of the steel plate.
Grab a steel plate.
Wu Yong raised his right fist slightly: "I'm not lying to you. In order to show my honesty, I can punch you first."
The corners of his lips curled up, revealing a playful arc.
Wu Yong punched!
Just hear a thud.
The audience’s eyeballs dropped to the ground in shock! (To be continued)