Chapter 321: Die, Pikachu!

【2nd Update】

When Tang Zheng looked up, he was also slightly stunned.

It's not that the Cold War has recovered, but on the contrary, his current state is even more wolfish than Tang Zheng.

The consequences of the backlash of martial arts are basically proportional to the power of the martial arts themselves.

Therefore, Tang Zheng's double realm king fist was enough to blow up one of his right arms.

The "Thunder Emperor Incarnation" of the Cold War, the explosive power of the argument is of course not as good as the Doux Realm King Fist, but when it comes to comprehensive power, it is at least one grade higher than the Twice Realm King Fist.

Therefore, after being continuously used by Tang Zheng to cross the Thunder Feather forbidden area, open up the astrological talent, and also play a trick to interrupt his "Thunder Emperor Incarnation", the backlash of the Cold War was very strict.

Originally, before the Cold War opened the astrological talent, he had been slashed by Tang Zheng all over his body, and after this time the martial arts were interrupted, there was almost no complete piece of flesh and skin on the whole person.

Moreover, looking at the strange bending angle of one arm and one calf of the cold war, you can know that this hand and one leg, after being swept away by the shock wave of the skill counter, hit the railing of the ring and directly hit the fracture.

With such a strict injury on his body, if it were an ordinary martial artist, he would have already been lying on the ground at this moment, and he couldn't get up, and ninety percent would directly declare the challenge a failure, and he would go down to receive treatment as soon as possible.

However, the Cold War was not an ordinary warrior, nor was it one of the ninety percent of ordinary people.

Under the gaze of the audience, he only relied on one leg, pulled the ring railing next to him little by little, and slowly moved his body up little by little.

On the railing of the ring, the wounds on his body have been smeared into bright red, which makes people feel unbearable when they look at it, but Leng Zhan didn't care at all, gritted his teeth, as if as long as he could stand up again, he could continue to fight with Tang Zheng, and moved his body with perseverance.

For three whole years, the Cold War came to Yisu School Palace for a total of three years, although many outsiders seem to think that he has been in Yisu School Palace for three years.

But only the students of Yisu Academy knew that in the past three years, he had never been lazy in cultivation, and he had fought one battle after another, and won one victory after another.

With the thunder hammer in his hand, whether it is the internal challenge of the students of Yisu School Palace, or the students who come to learn from other school palaces, or even the experience in the military camp that he actively participated in during the holidays, he has not tasted defeat in the face of countless martial artists of the same level, even some martial artists who have just entered the third star.

Almost all the students of Yisu Academy always saw Leng Zhan standing in front of the opponent's fallen body, holding high the invincible thunder hammer in his hand, and his high-spirited demeanor.

How could he ever see the Cold War so wolfish and struggling like today.

However, in the field, not a single student showed a sneering or disrespectful look at him, and everyone looked at Leng Zhan's struggling body with a hint of admiration.

This is a real warrior, you can kill him, but you will never be able to defeat him!

In the end, after a long period of hard work, Leng Zhan finally stood up against the railing of the ring, but at this moment, he could no longer hold the thunder hammer in his hand, and propped it up behind his back, so that his body could stand more stable and straighter.

When Leng Zhan stood up in the ring again, a huge round of applause suddenly broke out in the arena.

Including Tang Zheng in the ring, he also slapped him without hesitation.

"Come, go on, the battle is not over yet!" Leng Zhan leaned on the railing, although he no longer had the strength to move one step further, he still looked at Tang Zheng with his eyes without fear, coughed twice, and said.

Looking at Leng Zhan's face, Tang Zheng smiled, shook his head and said, "It's really a difficult guy, in the end, you have to create difficulties for me, it's easy for me to win." ”

Tang Zheng, who also has only one foot and the ability to move, actually only looks slightly better than the state of the Cold War at the moment, if you really want to continue to fight, I am afraid that a one-star martial artist who rushes up casually now can knock them down with one martial art.

However, the Cold War is right, the battle, it is not over yet!

According to the rules of the open challenge, either the challenger voluntarily admits defeat, or one team falls to the ground and cannot get up, or one party is kicked out of the ring, otherwise, the open challenge will not end.

Obviously, the Cold War will never take the initiative to admit defeat, Tang Zheng wants to win, or knock the Cold War down, he can't stand up, this is also difficult to do, according to the nature of the Cold War, I'm afraid that as long as he still has a breath, he will rely on his perverted willpower, bite the railing with his teeth, and stand up again.

If you want to win, and you can't beat the Cold War to death, there is only one choice, and that is to knock him out of the ring and lose the battle directly.

However, with Tang Zheng's state, it is difficult to even move now, and it is really not easy to do this.

In the ring, there was a strange scene again.

Tang Zheng, who was limping, slowly moved towards the cold war who was leaning on the railing, gasping for cool air, and couldn't move.

In the stadium, no one spoke.

Everyone, just watching quietly, two martial arts geniuses with enviable strength were doing the most difficult and primitive confrontation.

Tang Zheng finally moved in front of Leng Zhan, showed him a kind smile, and patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, I'm here to end this battle, you are the strongest two-star martial artist I have met so far, there is no one." ”

Leng Zhan also laughed, the pain of the wound made his smile look a little distorted, but his eyes were very open: "Today's battle, with feeling!" ”

After speaking, Tang Zheng's whole body bowed, and no one knew how he wanted to end this battle.

Tang Zheng supported the ground with one hand, bent slightly with one foot, and made a movement when an athlete started, and then violently used the last bit of star power left in his body, started his tiptoe, and shouted: "Die, Pikachu!" ”

Then the whole person rushed forward diagonally, and with a shoulder collision, he directly knocked Leng Zhan, who was leaning on the railing, into a high fly, crossed the railing, and finally fell to the ground.

This public challenge begins and ends with a step.

Seeing the cold war landing, several instructors and Xuegong doctors immediately rushed forward, took out the first-aid medicine that had been prepared long ago, and carried him onto a stretcher.

And the witness of this public challenge, Li Xiaoren, also walked into the ring with a calm face, pulled up Tang Zheng, who had been overwhelmed by injuries and exhaustion, and raised his left hand high: "I declare that Tang Zheng won the open challenge of the Cold War and Tang Zheng!" ”

"Oh yes, Master is the best, Master, Master!" When Tang Xiaotang and the others heard Li Xiaoren announce the news, they immediately stood up from their seats, suddenly raised their hands, and cheered loudly.

The other students, infected by Tang Xiaotang, also stood up together and shouted Tang Zheng's name in unison: "Tang Zheng, Tang Zheng, Tang Zheng!" ”

Hearing his name resounding throughout the venue, the corners of Tang Zheng's mouth hooked, revealing a happy smile, but suddenly turned to Li Xiaoren and said: "Instructor Li, the contribution of the Cold War Academy, you can transfer money to me, without further ado, there are many dreams at night!" ”

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