"Game on!" With the host's announcement, the two figures collided together.

Compared to the last game of just a few minutes, this one was a long one.

I saw the two people on the stage coming and going, the battle was fierce, sweeping and splitting, reflexively 360 degrees whirlwind legs, sweeping hall legs, piercing heart fists, attracting the audience in the stands to applaud again and again.

However, the two fought for half an hour before they could decide the winner.

Chen Xing had already expected it, so he asked Ye Qian and Li Mei to prepare afternoon tea, and waited while drinking. He saw a few minutes ago that the two of them would fight for a long time.

Due to the existence of psionic armor, the human being's ability to resist blows has been comprehensively improved, and the embroidered legs of the flower fist are still the same embroidered legs, but the turtle shell is more than ten times thicker. Under the elimination of each other's strengths, a variety of highly ornamental performance fighting skills have been born, such as the two on stage now.

"Seven hundred and twenty degree tornado whirlwind legs!"

This type of fighting technique often has to shout the name of the move before making a move, so that the audience knows what the person is going to do. Inevitably, the opponent will also be let know and be prepared for defense in advance.

But in fact, it is not entirely 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, and on the other hand, it is to increase the momentum, so it is usually not called the name of the move but also shouts a few words "kill you" and "/ kill you!" Cruel words like that.

As the words fell, the contestant rushed forward, then leaped to his feet, spun in the air, and swept across his opponent's door with a wind on his heel.

"Poof!"

The opponent who could only stand stupidly in place to defend was swept out by the huge force and fell several meters away.

"Beautiful!" "It's the best game I've ever seen!" The scene burst into warm applause.

"Vigorously open the mountain!"

The contestants who were swept away got back to their feet, shouted, shook the ground with their feet, and struck out with one palm. In an instant, the invisible energy rushed straight at the opponent, blasting it several meters away.

"Well done!" "It's so exciting!" Applause rang out again.

Chen Xing didn't wake up with a look on his face, it was too boring to watch this kind of exhibition game. Because in his eyes, there are so many flaws between the two of them that they can be killed on the spot if they pick out any one.

After a few more fights, one side finally ran out of energy, and the other won by a narrow margin.

The two sides cherished each other, shook hands and hugged each other, causing the little fan girl in the audience to scream non-stop, what "so handsome", "so strong", "so personable" and so on.

Next, it's time for Chen Xing to play.

At the urging of the staff, Chen Xing twisted his neck, loosened his shoulders, and jumped into the ring more than one meter high.

Only a "buzz" was heard, and four large psionic shield activators operated at the same time, and a film of light shrouded the ring.

Watching the people in mercenary uniforms take the stage, there were sighs from the audience, probably because the first duel disappointed them, like a street fight, and it was over in three or two clicks.

Wearing mercenary uniforms, they all use military fighting skills, as the saying goes, laymen look at the lively insiders look at the doorway, most of the audience are laymen, so they naturally feel boring.

"Huh, it's you?"

An unexpected voice came from the other side.

Chen Xing's first opponent turned out to be a bald strong man who had shouted at him twice.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect it, the first opponent is me!" The bald man clenched his fists and gurgled, then pointed at Chen Xing and announced, "You, you're dead!" ”

Chen Xing's face was expressionless, and he raised a finger.

"In the face of the opponent's shouting, Chen Erliu raised his right index finger, what does this mean?" Perhaps because he felt that the group stage was too deserted and had no sense of existence, the host grabbed a point and said desperately, "In the pre-game test, Chen Erliu's fist power is 1,073 kilograms, while his opponent is 1,500 kilograms, which is 50 percent higher, what action will he take in the face of such a strong opponent?" ”

"What do you mean, scared? Raise your fingers, do you want me to spare your life? The bald man laughed, "Now kneel down and admit your mistake, and I will spare you from death!" ”

Chen Xing shook his head, as if he was looking at a fool, and said slowly, "To deal with you, it only takes one punch." ”

"What? One punch, you're scared silly, you think you're doing ......"

Before the word "dream" was spoken, a thud was heard, and the opponent left a beating arc and disappeared out of thin air!

In the next moment, Chen Xing appeared in front of the bald strong man, bowed his arm, pulled back his right fist, rushed forward with an arrow, and a downpercut hit the opponent's lower abdomen.

"Smack!"

In front of the golden shimmering fist, the thin psionic armor shattered like an eggshell, and the fist drove straight in, slamming heavily on the stomach of the eight-pack abs.

The muscles that used to be well developed are now deeply sunk into them like dough.

"Vomit ......"

The bald man could no longer speak, his body arched like a boiled prawn, his eyes bulging outward, and his mouth opened in an "O" shape.

The expression of disbelief froze on his face, and within seconds, his facial features gradually distorted together and became extremely painful.

"I said, one punch."

Chen Xing slowly withdrew his fist, and the bald man leaned forward and fell to the ground. Sticking out his tongue and rolling his eyes, he was already unconscious.

Chen Xing turned around and stepped off the stage, and during the whole process, the stands were silent, and the host forgot to speak.

It took a while before the sound of a cool breath was heard.

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 to drag people on stretchers covered their noses one after another, looking very reluctant.

"Damn, even the is out!" The host screamed.

"It's disgusting!" "It's so indecent!" "I know that I still eat so much in today's game." The little fans in the stands covered their noses one after another, looking disgusted.

"It's so exciting, it's really exciting!" The host snorted wildly, "Brother was knocked out by Chen Erliu's punch!" ”

At this time, the bald man who had just woken up from vertigo heard the host's words, and 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 extremely excited, 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. Brother Instantly!" ”

"You're the best!" "First place!" "I've got your back!" If no one is convinced, I will obey you! "Powder you from today!" The audience cheered.

"I love you!" "I really want to marry you!" "I'm going to you!" The little fans screamed louder, and the waves turned upside down, and some even took off their bras and threw them over.

The red country is still martial, and strength is everything.

Chen Xing killed his opponent in seconds, crisply and neatly, and was immediately sought after by the audience.