The commentator said: "Prisoner, can you introduce your spiritual skills? We are a little curious about your spiritual skills."
Yang Yao wanted to say that he wasn't very good at it yet, but he expected that the effect would be too bad, so he said, "Why are you so anxious? My fist will tell you later."
The commentator smiled and said: "Very good, it seems that the prisoner is full of confidence in his fists. Although he has spiritual skills, he still plans to use martial arts to fight. Maybe his spiritual skills only play a supporting role. What kind of role is it? Let us wait and see. Now I declare that the battle between the Overlord and the Prisoner has officially begun."
"when."
There was a crisp sound in the air, and the game officially kicked off. The lights were evenly sprinkled on the grass between Yang Yao and Hu Fei, forming an obvious circular boundary.
Just as the bell rang, Overlord's figure flashed, leaving an afterimage on the ground, and flew towards Yang Yao.
Not to be outdone, Yang Yao rushed forward.
The two soon met each other and each punched their fists.
Overlord Hu Fei's fist shines brightly, like a huge force. Yang Yao didn't use his spiritual power, so his fist was much smaller.
With a "bang" sound, the two fists collided together, and the surrounding air was instantly shattered, and a fierce wave of air erupted, sweeping out towards the surroundings.
The terrifying airflow caused obvious air waves in the surroundings, blowing everyone's clothes.
Hou Yifei saw this scene and said nervously from a distance: "It's so scary. Brother's combat power has reached such a terrifying situation."
Zhang Yue'e said: "Thankfully, otherwise the four of us would not have been bullied to death by others."
Hou Yifei said: "That's true. The jailer Huang Bufei specifically asked about the relationship between the four of us. It seems that we have benefited from it."
Zhang Yue'e said: "Fat man, when will you allow us to follow you and practice more, don't just focus on eating. Look at that yellow and not fat, that figure is your future."
Huang Bufei weighs more than 300 kilograms, which is more than twice as heavy as the average person. Because of this, his wife ran away with someone else in the middle of the night.
When Hou Yifei thought of this, he broke out in cold sweat and said, "Absolutely not, I must lose weight. Ahhhh, I must lose weight."
Seeing Hou Yifei's expression change so drastically, Zhang Yue'e smiled and said, "What's wrong, Fatty? I was joking, I scared you."
Hou Yifei said: "Yeah, it's terrible. If she is too fat, my wife will run away with someone else in the middle of the night."
Zhang Yue'e smiled and continued to look at the playing field.
As soon as the two fists collided, Yang Yao felt a huge force like a mountain hitting his fist, and his body suddenly flew backwards.
After Yang Yao fell to the ground, Teng Teng Teng took three steps back before he stabilized his figure, feeling shocked inside.
Unexpectedly, the strength of Hu Fei's fists changed dramatically between yesterday and today.
With the same punch, Hu Fei's power just now was hundreds of times that of yesterday's punch.
Yang Yao moved his shoulders, his eyes stern.
Hu Fei walked towards Yang Yao slowly, like a tiger looking at its prey, and said with a ferocious smile: "Boy, do you know the gap between you now?"
Yang Yao glanced back at the boundaries of the field, walked around the inside of the field, backed away slowly, and said, "There is indeed a gap. Your fist was too soft and it didn't knock me out of the field. It really makes me feel a little disappointed."
Hu Fei said: "Hey, little flea, you still dare to mock me, come here and die."
Hu Fei's figure moved and he pounced on Yang Yao again.
Not to be outdone, Yang Yao rushed forward with a fist.
The two soon came together.
There was a "touch" and another punch.
Yang Yao was knocked directly into the sky, and finally landed on the edge of the field.
Hu Fei continued to walk slowly towards Yang Yao.
Yang Yao retreated around the field again.
Soon the two punched each other again, and Yang Yao was knocked out again.
When Hou Yifei saw this from a distance, he couldn't help but frowned and said: "Brother is not going to fail, right? I feel like his combat power is not that low. When he first came to the prison, he punched away the foundation building Why can’t it work against the Overlord now that it was the Jailer’s in the later period?”
Zhang Yue'e said: "Why are you so anxious? This is a performance, you understand. I guess Yang Yao will be soft for a while and then hard for a while, so that he can have more fun and make more money."
Hou Yifei nodded and said, "It's possible, he's really good at playing."
Yang Yao was knocked back several times and staggered when he stood up and walked.
Hu Fei smiled evilly and said, "Little flea, why aren't you excited? I'm going to end you now."
Yang Yao was stunned and said, "What, you're going to end me. It's so scary. Come quickly, I can't wait any longer."
Hu Fei's figure flashed, he came to Yang Yao again, and suddenly punched out his fist.
Yang Yao also punched out his fist.
The moment before the two fists came into contact, Hu Fei suddenly changed his fist into a palm, pinched Yang Yao's fist, bent his arm, held Yang Yao in his arms, stepped on it, soared into the sky, and jumped into the air.
While in the air, Hu Fei spun Yang Yao head-down, clamped Yang Yao's shoulders with his legs, and spun Yang Yao down to the ground.
The commentator suddenly burst into flames and shouted: "The Plum Blossom Sitting, the Overlord unleashed his famous stunt, the Plum Blossom Sitting, my God, the prisoner's head is on the ground, without any resistance, is he going to take this Plum Blossom Sitting forcefully?" The ground is below. If your head hits the ground, it will be terrible. Will the prisoner survive?"
Hu Fei pressed Yang Yao with his legs and quickly fell to the ground from the air.
With a "pop" sound, Yang Yao's head went directly into the ground, and his whole body fell there.
Hu Fei stood up, looked at Yang Yao, felt it was a bit funny, and said with a smile: "Yes, this shape is very nice." He pulled Yang Yao out of the ground, threw it on the ground, and stepped on Yang Yao with his foot.
At this time, as long as the referee counts to three, Hu Fei will win the game.
"One!" As soon as the referee shouted, Yang Yao stood up.
After Yang Yao stood up, he raised his neck, wiped his hair, and said: "My nose was a little stuffy, but you just massaged my head with that plum blossom position, and my nose became breathable. The effect is not bad." . Overlord, have you learned massage? Why don't you give me massages? You are really good and can give me massages."
Hu Fei was stunned. He had thought that Yang Yao would never be able to stand up even if he had punched Yang Yao so many times and then suffered a plum blossom sitting. Unexpectedly, Yang Yao seemed not to be injured at all.
How is this possible, absolutely impossible.
Hu Fei looked at Yang Yao in confusion for a while, then looked at the surrounding audience with a confused expression.
Yang Yao took a step forward, suddenly staggered and knelt on the ground with one leg.
Overlord Hu Fei was startled when he saw Yang Yao taking the first step. Then he saw Yang Yao kneeling on the ground, and showed a proud smile and said: "It's so cool to pretend that you are so seriously injured." , barely pretending to be cool, okay, since you don’t admit defeat, I’ll give you another plum blossom sitting.”
Hu Fei rushed towards Yang Yao, quickly arrived in front of Yang Yao, and pinched Yang Yao's neck.
