"The game begins!" As the host announced, two figures collided with each other.
Compared to the last game, which lasted just a few minutes, this one lasted extremely long.
I saw the two people on the stage going back and forth, fighting fiercely, sweeping and vertical chops, turning around with 360-degree whirlwind kicks, sweeping kicks, and heart-piercing punches, which attracted continuous cheers from the audience in the stands.
However, the two fought for half an hour without a winner.
Chen Xing had already expected it and asked Ye Qian and Li Mei to prepare afternoon tea and drink while waiting. He had seen in the past few minutes that the two of them were going to fight with each other for a long time, with no winner or loser.
Due to the existence of psychic armor, human beings' ability to resist strikes has been comprehensively improved. The embroidered legs are still the same, but the turtle shell is more than ten times thicker. This ebb and flow has given rise to a variety of performance-based fighting skills that are highly entertaining, such as the two people on the stage now.
"Seven hundred and twenty degrees tornado whirlwind legs!"
In this kind of fighting skills, the name of the move is often called out before the move is performed, so that the audience knows what the person involved is going to do. Inevitably, the opponent will also be informed and prepared for defense in advance.
But in fact, it is not completely wrong to yell before making a move. On the one hand, it is to expel the air from the lungs and reduce the pressure on the internal organs. The other is to increase the momentum. Therefore, usually instead of shouting the name of the move, I will shout a few words "Kill you". Fuck you to death!” and other cruel words.
As soon as the words fell, the contestant rushed forward quickly, then jumped up, spinning his body in the air, carrying the strong wind with his heels, and swept across the opponent's door.
"puff!"
The opponent who could only stand in place to defend was swept away by the huge force and fell several meters away.
"Beautiful!" "This is the most exciting game I have ever seen!" The audience burst into warm applause.
"Open the mountain palm vigorously!"
The contestant who was swept away stood up again, shouted loudly, shook his feet on the ground, and struck out with a palm. In an instant, invisible energy rushed straight towards the opponent, sending him flying several meters away.
"Well done!" "It's really wonderful!" Applause rang out again.
Chen Xing looked like he hadn't woken up. Watching an exhibition match like this was really boring. Because in his eyes, the two of them have so many flaws that he can kill any one of them on the spot.
After fighting for a while, one side finally ran out of spiritual energy and the other side won with a slight advantage.
The two parties were sympathetic to each other, shaking hands and hugging each other, causing the little fans in the audience to scream, "so handsome", "so strong", "so graceful" and the like.
Next, it's Chen Xing's turn to play.
Under the urging of the staff, Chen Xing twisted his neck, relaxed his shoulders, and jumped onto the one-meter-high ring.
Only a "buzz" sound was heard, four large psychic shield activators operated at the same time, and a layer of faint light film enveloped the arena.
Seeing people wearing mercenary uniforms take the stage, there were sighs in the audience. It was probably because the first duel had disappointed them. It was like a street fight, and it ended in a matter of seconds.
Those wearing mercenary uniforms were using military fighting techniques. As the saying goes, the outsiders watch the show and the insiders know the rules. Most of the audience were laymen, so they naturally found it boring.
"Hey, is it you?"
An unexpected sound came from the other side.
Chen Xing's first opponent turned out to be the bald man who had yelled at him twice.
"Hahaha, you didn't expect that the first opponent is me!" The bald man clenched his fists, then pointed at Chen Xing and announced, "You are dead!"
Chen Xing had no expression on his face and raised a finger.
"Facing the clamor of his opponent, player Chen Erliu raised his right index finger. What does this mean?" Perhaps it was because he felt that the group stage was too deserted and had no sense of presence. The host grabbed a point and said desperately, " In the test before the competition, Chen Erliu's punching power was 1,073 kilograms, while his opponent's punching power was 1,500 kilograms, which was a full 50% higher. Facing such a powerful opponent , what action will he take?"
"What do you mean, are you scared? You raised your finger, do you want me to spare your life?" The bald man laughed loudly, "Kneel down now and admit your mistake, and I will spare your life!"
Chen Xing shook his head, as if looking at a fool, and said slowly, "I only need one punch to deal with you."
"What? One punch, you must have been frightened. You thought you were doing it..."
Before the word "dream" could be uttered, a sizzling sound was heard, and the opponent left a pulsing arc of electricity on the ground and disappeared out of thin air!
The next moment, Chen Xing appeared in front of the bald man, bowed his body and bent his arms, pulled back his right fist, lunged forward, and hit the opponent's abdomen with an uppercut.
"Crack!"
In front of the golden shimmering fist, the thin psychic armor shattered like an egg shell. The fist drove straight in and hit the eight-pack belly hard.
The muscles that were originally well developed were now as deep as dough.
"vomit……"
The bald man could no longer say the next words. His body was arched like a cooked prawn, his eyes were protruding, and his mouth was open in an "O" shape.
An expression of disbelief froze on his face, and within a few seconds, his facial features gradually twisted together, becoming extremely painful.
"I said, one punch."
Chen Xing slowly retracted his fist, and the bald man leaned forward and fell to the ground. Sticking out his tongue, rolling his eyes, he had lost consciousness.
Chen Xing turned around and stepped off the stage. During the whole process, there was silence in the stands, and the host forgot to speak.
After a while, there was a sound of cold breath coming from the mouth.
The bald man's pants were wet from the inside out, and there was a smell of feces and urine. The staff who came up with stretchers to drag people around covered their noses and looked very reluctant.
"F*ck, even the shit came out!" the host yelled.
"It's so disgusting!" "It's so indecent!" "You know you're competing today and you still eat so much." The little fans in the stands covered their noses and looked disgusted.
"It's so exciting, it's really exciting!" the host spat wildly, "Brother Shichu was knocked out by Chen Erliu with one punch!"
At this time, when the bald man who had just woken up from dizziness heard the host's words, he immediately tilted his head and fainted again.
It is conceivable that this new title will accompany him for a long time to come...
The host was so excited that he stepped on the table with one foot, held the microphone in one hand, pointed in the direction of Chen Xing with the other, and announced loudly: "The winner is Mr. Instant Kill Brother!"
"You are the best!" "First place!" "I support you!" If you don't accept anyone, I will accept you! "I will follow you from today on!" "The audience cheered.
"I love you!" "I want to marry you so much!" "I want to go to bed with you!" The little fans screamed louder and louder, and some even took off their bras and threw them over.
The Red Kingdom is martial, and strength is everything.
Chen Xing killed his opponent in seconds, crisply and quickly, which immediately won the hearts of the audience.
