Wang Wu's Gadarin machine gun did not cause much damage to Feng Zhichen.

This group skill is only suitable for dealing with ordinary people, and it is obviously difficult for a LV4 powerhouse like Feng Zhichen to hurt him.

Moreover, Feng Zhichen's positioning is a meat shield, his own defense is very strong, and he has a certain exemption from various elemental skills.

He shook off the flames that fell on his body, and mocked: "Your skill is almost the same as tickling me, with this bit of strength, let's hurry back to Jingzhou, don't be embarrassed here." ”

Feng Zhichen's province has a total of three teams in the league, Ziyan is the worst one, and most of the fans in their province go to support the other two teams.

The match between the two strongest teams in the same city is known as the "Derby". Every derby is the craziest time for the fans of both teams. As the third place, Ziyan often has little attention.

As far as Fat House Happy Water is concerned, fans of Coca-Cola and Pepsi are trying to prove who is better, while Sprite, which is in third place, has no presence.

Now you can still come to watch the Purple Flame game on the spot, and you can say that you are die-hard fans.

However, against the new army of Shanghai Beijing University, I thought that the victory was in hand, but I didn't expect to lose three games in a row, causing a small number of die-hard fans to get up and leave the field directly.

Now Feng Zhichen must win the beauty in order to win back these fans who lose their fans at any time.

"If it's just this bit of strength, you're not worthy of being Ben Shao's opponent!" Feng Zhichen continued to perform.

Wang Wu couldn't help but laugh and said, "Can't you change your lines? Now the villains don't say such mentally retarded lines." ”

"You ......"

Feng Zhichen was forced to be speechless by Wang Wu. With a loud roar, he picked up the big iron rod in his hand and smashed it on the top of Wang Wu's head.

"Boom!"

The flat arena was smashed out of a big hole, and Wang Wu had already flashed behind him.

Feng Zhichen didn't think much about it, he dragged the iron rod in his hand and swept it backwards.

The strong wind brought up by the iron rod blew off the wigs of some of the audience members in the front row.

However, Wang Wu was like a fallen leaf, floating gently with the wind, dodging the iron rod at the same time, twisting his waist in the air, and a whip leg swept towards the top of Feng Zhichen's head.

Feng Zhichen didn't have time to dodge, so he raised his left hand to block it in a hurry, and the whole person was swept out by this kick.

"Phew!"

Feng Zhichen spit out the dirt in his mouth, supported his body with an iron rod and stood up, his left hand trembling slightly.

Wang Wushi gave a powerful kick, causing a slight bone crack in his left hand.

He has a meat shield, and he shouldn't rush to attack like a warrior.

In order to win this battle more beautifully, it made him fall into passivity.

"Ho!"

Feng Zhichen roared again and swung his stick at Wang Wu.

Although he swung the stick with both hands this time, he obviously couldn't use his strength left and right, and the swing speed was much slower than just now. At least the wigs that the front-row audience had just picked up weren't blown off.

Such a speed is even more unlikely to hit Wang Wu. While he dodged left and right, he also had time to raise his right hand, a fire dragon was wrapped around his arm, and the dragon's head coincided with Wang Wu's erected index finger, slowly condensing a bead of fire on his fingertips.

"Fire dragon spit beads!"

Wang Wu aimed his index finger at Feng Zhichen's back, and the fire beads exploded directly on his back, and a ball of flame drowned the figures of the two.

"My hair!" a scream came from the audience.

The audience who had just picked up the wig finally put the wig back on, and he didn't wear it back, but he was burned by a flame that fell from the sky.

The audience member burst into tears.

However, no one sympathized with his plight, and everyone stared at the center of the arena for the flames to dissipate.

"Smack!"

Wang Wu snapped his fingers, and all the flames were extinguished in an instant. Wang Wu stood on the sidelines unscathed, while Feng Zhichen fell to the ground, a hole in his back was blown open, and he was still smoking, and he didn't know if it was ripe.

"If it's just this bit of strength, you're not worthy of being a young opponent!"

Wang Wu imitated what Feng Zhichen had just said, causing the audience to laugh.

Purple Flame's fans saw that their captain had lost so badly, and most of them got up and left.

Feng Zhichen looked at the fewer and fewer fans, struggled to stand up again, stared at Wang Wu, and said angrily:

"You're going to pay for your stupidity, because I'm going crazy, it's really scary!"

When he finished speaking, his face began to turn red, like a cooked lobster.

In Ziyan's bench, his team members had already guessed what the captain wanted to do, and their faces showed frightened expressions, as if something terrible was going to happen, and shouted loudly: "Captain, don't use that trick!"

Wang Wu glanced at Ziyan's bench, their reaction didn't look like they were pretending, could it be that this Feng Zhichen really wanted to use some powerful moves?

Whether it was true or not, Wang Wu did not dare to be careless at this time, and immediately raised his right hand forward, shouting in his mouth:

"Named ...... Guard!"

As soon as the words fell, a transparent shield was stretched out in the palm of his hand, enveloping his whole person. This was Wang Wu's supernatural skill, and with the protection of this shield, he didn't believe that anyone else could hurt him.

The audience's reaction was the same as Wang Wu's, their eyes widened, wanting to see how terrible Feng Zhichen was when he went crazy.

At this moment, the audience saw Feng Zhichen pick up the iron rod on the ground and knock it his head, and immediately the blood did not stop, and the blood stained half of his face red.

"Bang dang!"

The iron rod fell to the ground, and then Feng Zhichen fell on his back on the field, as if he had fainted.

Wang Wu never expected that this was the big move he was going to make.

Could it really be that someone will go crazy and even beat themselves?

"That, referee, who wins this?" Wang Wu took back the shield and turned to ask the referee, "If he dies, it's none of my business, it's his own hand." ”

The referee did not answer Wang Wu's words, because he was also blindsided by Feng Zhichen's behavior.

The audience on the sidelines and the two commentators were also blinded.

"This ...... This...... Is this Feng Zhichen crazy? Isn't it just that he lost the game, and the blow is not so big?"

"Why is he self-harming, do you want to learn from the society and put the wine bottle on his head, saying that he is not afraid of death, to deter the enemy?"

At this time, Wang Wu suddenly heard the long-lost electronic synthesis sound of the system in his ears.

[Drop, True Vision Skill activated.] 】

Name: Zhichen Feng, second personality system host

Height: 182cm

Weight: 80kg

Age: 21 years old

Second Personality System: When the host enters a coma, the system automatically wakes up and helps the host complete the tasks before the coma.

Wang Wu saw the introduction of the system, and finally understood that this Feng Zhichen was not a temporary awakening system, but a system that had already awakened the system, but this system could not be discovered by the real vision when it was asleep.