Faced with Song Ziyu's challenge, Shi Wuming, known as the King of North District Prison, directly chose to accept it.
This is enough to bear the status of the King of Heaven without any compromise or delay.
then!
Under the watchful eyes of countless people, the battle between Song Ziyu and the North District King was settled.
The day was sunny and breezy.
The huge activity playground in the center of Alcatraz Prison is already filled with clouds and mountains.
The sky is clear and blue.
The head agrees and everyone gathers.
Today is a good day because there is a big fight to be fought.
"Did you hear that?"
"Nonsense, wouldn't I still come here if I hadn't heard?"
"Someone is so bold as to dare to challenge the King of Heaven!"
"This kind of thing?"
"Anyway, there is something good to watch today."
"It looks like someone is going to die today."
The prisoners talked a lot and expressed their opinions.
However, at this time, someone among the prisoners in the North District said calmly: "You are really ignorant."
"how do I say this?"
There were doubtful expressions on everyone's faces.
The prisoner from the North District said calmly: "Although this challenger is not well-known, his strength cannot be underestimated."
"What a method that should not be underestimated?"
inmates from other cells asked.
The prisoner from the North District replied: "This challenger named Song Ziyu definitely came out of nowhere. He defeated the four giants in the North District within three days, and then challenged the King of the North District. How many years has it been since I saw him so fierce?" The presence?"
Hearing this, everyone else cast curious glances.
"If this is really the case, it would be worth looking forward to."
"I am very sure of that!"
The prisoners in the North District looked very proud: "Look, this prison is going to change."
In the midst of everyone's discussion, the contestants from both sides of the duel came out after shouting for a long time.
Needless to say, Song Ziyu is still as thin and thin as a stick, and his appearance is ordinary, with nothing special about him at all.
When Song Ziyu walked out, he heard overwhelming boos. It can be seen that he has just made a name for himself and has no "fans" at all.
Song Ziyu certainly had no idea that any place behind the scenes of this luxuriant city could become a money-making gimmick.
The moment his challenge was accepted, the prison announced a handicap for the fight.
As a challenger, Song Ziyu is not favored by others, so the odds are four to one.
This is one of the sources of boos.
Song Ziyu was labeled as a "weak" as soon as he appeared on the stage.
The root cause of this situation lies in... the outstanding achievements of the North District Prison King Shi Wuming.
As a being who has never failed in Alcatraz Prison!
Shi Wuming's combat prowess has always been a mystery.
This is also the reason why Shi Wuming is favored!
At this time, Song Ziyu stood in the middle of the field, lightly lit a cigarette and smiled at the boos in the sky: "What a grand occasion, hahahaha."
Just when Song Ziyu was enjoying the boos, the boos all over the sky suddenly turned into cheers.
I saw...
In the dazzling sunlight, a bald man walked out while shouting.
He is bald and wearing a yellow monk's robe, and has a very tall figure.
The monk's robe is made of cotton fabric, simple and rustic but not simple.
On the corner of the monk's robe, a string of bronze beads hangs quietly, swaying gently with the monk's steps, looking very elegant.
Seeing this scene, Song Ziyu narrowed his eyes for the first time.
because……
I felt the fluctuations in the data.
That's right!
The majestic power in this guy's body is surging crazily.
It's a formidable enemy.
Shi Wuming gradually approached, and Song Ziyu saw that the facial lines on this monk's face were clear and resolute, as if he was cutting with a knife or an axe.
His skin glowed lightly golden in the sun, as if it had been washed over thousands of years!
His eyes were like deep ancient wells, and no emotion could be seen in his pupils. When Song Ziyu looked at him, his eyes also looked over.
moment!
Song Ziyu felt like being scanned.
This is about exploring your inner secrets.
horrible!
This is the first time Song Ziyu has felt like this. This is enough to show that the monk in front of him is not only strong in appearance, but also very powerful mentally.
Shi Wuming's figure is very tall, with broad shoulders and a thick chest showing that he contains a lot of strength.
His hands were visibly rough, as if they had been tempered by wind, frost, snow and rain!
Each finger is as hard as a knife, and the fist calluses on the fingers are also thick. You can imagine how profound this person's kung fu has been.
Shi Wuming walked over like this, every step was like beating a drum, and every movement seemed calm and powerful!
this moment!
Song Ziyu had the illusion that what he was facing was not a person, but an old pine that had stood in the mountains for thousands of years, and an insurmountable thick old stone wall.
"You are the one challenging me?"
Shi Wuming walked closer and asked slowly.
The sound was like a tiger grinding its teeth.
"That's right."
Song Ziyu said.
"Why do you need to humiliate yourself?"
Shi Wuming said: "You should know that there is no one who can be my opponent in this prison."
Hearing this, Song Ziyu chuckled and said, "Really? So confident?"
"That's how confident you are."
The monk said.
"Where do you get your confidence?"
Song Ziyu asked.
"You don't deserve to know." Shi Wuming said very arrogantly: "There are some things that mortals should not understand."
"Forget it, don't talk nonsense. I'll cripple you first and then torture you slowly. It must be okay."
Song Ziyu said calmly.
"That's such a big statement. Since you are so ignorant of praise, I will forgive you!"
After Shi Wuming said this, he directly showed his fist, and then muttered something.
"You'll know if you have what it takes, just take one move from me!" Shi Wuming launched an attack brazenly.
Shi Wuming was seen punching slowly, but his fist seemed to have endless power.
This punch came out slowly, as violent as a violent storm!
Song Ziyu clearly felt it, and the air around him seemed to be trembling!
The mountains seemed to be on the verge of collapse, and the space in front of them seemed to be split apart.
Instilling fear and awe in all living things.
Stars fall!
The gods come to the world!
Probably nothing more than that.
In a daze, Song Ziyu thought that he was going to be swallowed by the huge waves.
Damn it!
Just for a moment!
Song Ziyu understands!
The ferocity of this punch does not lie in the fist itself, but in the spiritual power it contains.
Knowing the problem, Song Ziyu responded much more calmly.
Under the fist, Shi Wuming was completely confident that he could kill him with one blow.
After all, oneself and the soul of this dimension are not of the same strength at all!
Therefore!
Shi Wuming is fully confident in his ability to steal!
There was no earth-shattering movement, but the fist contained the power to collapse mountains and rivers.
Shi Wuming punched Song Ziyu in the face.
really!
The guy who was intimidated by his own power couldn't even fight back. It was really pitiful.
In the next second, the monk could almost picture himself smashing Song Ziyu's head with one punch.
However, the situation was not as Shi Wuming thought.
The fist was like smashing a pane of glass, creating endless ripples.
As the ripples dispersed, there was a picture of a broken Song Ziyu!
At the same time, a chuckle came from the side: "It's powerful, but your eyesight is bad."
Shi Wuming suddenly realized when he heard the sound, and just looked at Song Ziyu: "Illusion? How did you do it?"
"Are you only allowed to use your mental power to paralyze me? I can't do it? Who stipulated it?"
Song Ziyu said.
As soon as these words came out, Shi Wuming instantly put away all his contempt: "It seems that you are not an ordinary person. Very good. It seems that I am going to show my true ability."
"Just come!"
Song Ziyu was happy and not afraid.
"Snap your fingers!"
Shi Wuming suddenly spoke and flicked his finger towards Song Ziyu.
This action is very subtle!
But somewhere invisible to the naked eye, a cold light struck quietly.
This cold light went straight to Song Ziyu's throat, and it seemed that it was intended to cut open Song Ziyu's throat directly.
This move is very sinister and vicious. If you don't notice it, you will most likely be unlucky.
But Song Ziyu was aware of everything and saw through this guy's methods, so his body floated slowly to avoid Shi Wuming's blow.
"It's disrespectful to come and go without reciprocating. You should also try my methods."
Song Ziyu glared suddenly, and a mental storm hit Shi Wuming's body.
Seeing the spiritual power coming, Shi Wuming calmly raised his right hand. Immediately, Song Ziyu's power seemed to have hit something, and the spiritual attack was instantly resolved.
"Um?"
This time, it was Song Ziyu's turn to be surprised.
In this virtual world, my mental attacks are invincible, but now I am actually blocked by others. It is really unbelievable.
Song Ziyu, who did not believe in evil, launched attacks continuously, but the situation was very strange, and all spiritual attack methods were turned invisible.
Shi Wuming looked like a thousand-year-old pine in front of him.
"What method is this?"
Song Ziyu was surprised.
Shi Wuming replied calmly: "Although you have strong spiritual power, your mental attack methods are very simple. Naturally, you have never seen such an unpredictable method as the Golden Bell Cover."
"Golden Bell? I understand! It seems that I have to challenge your limits." Song Ziyu suddenly changed from his lazy style and instantly launched a blow like a storm.
Time passes by minute by minute!
In the eyes of others, this battle is just two people gesticulating in the air, but only those who are in it will know the horror of this battle.
Song Ziyu had not found anyone who could withstand the blow of his full mental storm ability before. Now, the monk in front of him has become a good whetstone.
Song Ziyu became more and more courageous as he fought, and his spiritual power became more and more powerful.
Shi Wuming stood there, like a rock being beaten by the stormy waves!
The more Shi Wuming resisted, the more frightened he became.
Coming from the upper realm of the ancient world, this was the first time that he encountered complete suppression.
The mediocre guy in front of me actually has no other abilities at all. He is simply mentally strong and has no rules in his playing style. However, he is a bit overwhelmed by the large-volume and full-fledged style of play.
Shi Wuming didn't notice that the monk's robe on his body had started to move automatically without the wind. This was a sign that he couldn't hold on to the golden bell!
finally!
Under Song Ziyu's overwhelming blow, Shi Wuming couldn't stand it anymore! .
"You forced me!"
Nameless
He seemed to have made some kind of decision and let out a crazy roar.
"Just use whatever you have!"
Song Ziyu seemed indifferent.
However!
The next second!
Shi Wuming began to undergo changes visible to the naked eye!
A suit of metal armor appeared on the monk's body!
Not only that!
The monk also had a long shining golden knife in his hand.
The sword flashed like a poisonous snake spitting out a message. Shi Wuming no longer defended blindly and started to attack instead!
At this time, Shi Wuming no longer stood there, but picked up the long knife in his hand and slashed at Song Ziyu's head.
The long knife is like a dragon and a snake flying!
Sometimes he would hit his head, sometimes he would stab his chest.
At this time, Song Ziyu finally felt a little scared.
If it were his own body here, it would be no difficulty to deal with it.
However, this guy named Song Zheng was too weak after all.
There was no way he could confront this monk physically.
This is its own disadvantage.
The battle fell into fear.
Shi Wuming transformed into an armored warrior, and his desire to kill suddenly arose, and he fought head-on.
Song Ziyu barely blocked it for a few times and finally gave up. It was as if he had hit an iron mountain, and his body was about to collapse.
Iron and stone collide!
Shi Wuming's tortured body showed infinite power.
what to do?
what to do?
Song Ziyu felt fear!
You can’t lose yourself!
I don’t have any capital to fail.
Seeing the golden light emanating from the monk's body, Song Ziyu fell into confusion.
Sudden!
It's like a ray of light comes into my brain.
Song Ziyu found a way to break the situation!
Light?
That's right!
Since you can transform as a monk, can't you do it yourself?
Regardless of the armor on the monk's body or the long knife in his hand, in the final analysis, it is the magical use of spiritual power, which is the rewriting of modules by converting spiritual power into data.
What a monk can do, can't I do it myself?
What a joke.
Song Ziyu immediately shouted: "tiga"
"What?"
Shi Wuming was stunned for three seconds.
immediately!
Shi Wuming saw an incredible scene!
No no no...
Everyone on the playground should have seen an incredible scene!
With Song Ziyu's body as the center of the circle, countless stationary light particles began to rapidly turn red.
These red light particles swim in space like cells, as if they are alive.
Then, these red particles began to gather together, wrapping around Song Ziyu, and then Song Ziyu took on a completely different shape.
This process is very fast, making people feel that the transformation is an instant burst.
Immediately, Song Ziyu was covered in red lines, her figure began to become well-proportioned, and her muscles became strong.
He had golden hair hanging down and was wearing a blue and white combat uniform.
The most eye-catching thing is that Song Ziyu's head has a pair of curved horns, like two sharp swords.
Song Ziyu looked at the monk, his eyes bursting with deep blue light, his expression firm and sharp.
"Ah! Bull Demon King?"
Shi Wuming was startled.
"idiot!"
Song Ziyu sneered: "Don't think that you are the only one who can dance to the gods. The person I invited is Ultraman Tiga!"
