Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Amazing Number of Votes

Everyone was stunned, today was a day that opened their eyes beyond their cognitive level, and their little hearts had been completely stimulated, and they were beating at an accelerated pace.

"It's been two laps, and he's still spinning."

"How many more laps does he have to turn?"

"My God, this guy is an immortal, right?"

"God, our worldview is going to be turned upside down, isn't it?"

Wang Heng's body did not stop, but continued to do side flips, his limb control ability completely surpassed that of a single creature on the earth, so it was not a problem to do hundreds of side flips in a row, but he obviously wouldn't do it, so he turned around again and again, and finally in the fourth circle, Wang Heng's body did not continue to rotate.

However, in the stunned eyes of everyone, Wang Heng once again made an incredible move, and when the last side flip reached the finish line, Wang Heng's body suddenly soared into the air with the help of the power of the ground, and turned directly into the air, a subtle and indescribable 702-degree air turn, the difficulty coefficient exceeded that of any Olympic gymnastics and diving champion, and Wang Heng did it in one go.

After Wang Heng's body completed a seven-hundred-and-twenty-degree turn in the air, his body became a state of head down and feet facing the sky, and then he landed on the ground with one hand, his right hand was clenched into a fist, and his right fist directly touched the table, supporting his body, and then his body actually took his right hand as the axis, maintaining a straight posture perpendicular to the table, and his feet were split apart, in a state of a horse, and began to rotate at high speed, and the whole body looked like a helicopter blade rotating.

The wind on the stage was swirling, really like a tornado, and the wind from the thirty-six side flips just now, coupled with the wind blowing from the rapidly rotating body, this exquisite action could not be called a tornado.

"It's not human, this guy must not be human?"

"Is this still on Earth, I can't believe it?"

"Is this action something that the human body can bear, how can ordinary people complete such a series of difficult movements, unimaginable?"

"An Olympic champion won't be able to reach this level after another ten years of training!"

"Amazing!"

"Oh my God, how did God create such a freak!"

If there were still people who doubted Wang Heng just now, then at this moment, the entire venue was silent, no one made a sound, and only Wang Heng was left performing alone in Rome at night.

Lu Xiaorong was so shocked that her heart almost jumped out.

Wu Junfeng's glasses almost fell.

The people in Mengtian Street had their legs weakened and couldn't stand up.

Zhang Yin's eyes were about to fall out.

Chen Hai has lost consciousness.

Zhang Meng has forgotten this world.

Zhao Liying's pretty face has frozen, as if it is frozen.

All the spectators were stunned

In the silence of the audience, Wang Heng spun more than a dozen times, and finally stopped, his body slowly bent over, and then stood up with his feet on the ground, and then bent his upper body and bowed to the already sluggish audience.

"Wonderful, unique in the world!"

In the sudden shouts of an audience, everyone came to their senses and knew that Wang Heng's performance was over, and then thunderous applause rang out, and the audience exploded.

"Wang Heng, it's amazing!"

"I remember your name!"

"Great!"

"Master, can you leave a phone call, I want to learn from you."

"Super Master!"

"The best man in the world!"

"Sign me up!"

"Master, you're not human, are you?"

The audience had forgotten where they were, and were completely shocked by Wang Heng's unparalleled performance just now, and stood up one after another, followed by continuous applause that lasted for nearly three minutes without stopping, and Lu Xiaorong had forgotten her identity as the host in the audience's extremely warm applause.

"Oh!"

There were shouts from the audience, one after another, wave after wave, and no one sat down.

In the rest area, the people of Mengtian Street and Xiao Lu had completely weakened their legs, as if they were seriously ill, sitting on the chairs in a daze, their hearts were completely shocked, and it was difficult to recover for a while.

The four people upstairs were also stuck by the window, unable to speak.

At this time, Lu Xiaorong walked a few steps tremblingly, and then arrived on the stage, looking at Wang Heng's eyes helplessly, his spirit was sluggish, and then he said to the audience weakly.

"Please vote for Wang Heng!"

"I'll vote!"

"I'll vote!"

"With such a wonderful performance, how can you not vote?"

"I voted."

"I voted too."

"One hundred and sixty-nine, five hundred and eighty-four, nine hundred and forty-five, one thousand and eighty-six"

"Look, the number of votes is over 1,000, I'm looking forward to it!"

"One thousand two hundred fifty-eight, one thousand five hundred forty-nine."

"I'm already in second place in terms of votes."

"Whether he can surpass Mengtian Street in the number of votes, I'm looking forward to it!"

"One thousand seven hundred eighty-five, one thousand nine hundred forty-eight."

"It's almost two thousand, is there any hope for him?"

"It's only a little more than a hundred votes away from the number of votes on Mengtian Street."

"One thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine, two thousand and forty-five."

"The number of votes is close, the number of votes is close to Mengtian Street, I'm looking forward to it!"

"Wang Hengxiong!"

"Two thousand and ninety-eight."

"Beyond!"

"Wang Heng has surpassed Mengtian Street, and there is no suspense about entering the top two tonight."

"That's amazing!"

"Look, the number of votes continues to rise, and it's not over yet."

"Two thousand one hundred forty-six, two thousand two hundred and ninety-two, two thousand three hundred and eighteen, two thousand four hundred and nine, two thousand five hundred and sixty-eight.

"Two thousand five hundred and sixty-eight votes."

"Oh my God, did everyone vote for Wang Heng today?"

"Ninety-nine percent of the people voted, right?"

"I don't think there are a few dozen people who didn't vote at most, right?"

"With such a high-level performance, those who don't vote are simply brain-dead!"

"Well deserved, tonight's champion was born ahead of schedule!"

"Master, you're amazing!"

"Master, I want to worship you as a teacher!"

The audience was in a sensation and couldn't calm down for a long time, so that Lu Xiaorong stood on the stage like a fool, unable to continue to announce the next performance.

Wave after wave of thunderous applause, the audience cheered Wang Heng's name, and saw off Wang Heng slowly walked down from the stage, a group of young people excitedly had to hug Wang Heng, making it difficult for Wang Heng to walk, dozens of meters of walking for a few minutes has not yet come to an end, such a hot scene is rare in Rome at night, and only Liu Dehua came here last time to have such a big sensational effect.