Miyamoto Shigeru didn't have the slightest mercy on this kick, and kicked Meng Ling'er in the lower abdomen. In the blink of an eye, Meng Ling'er's figure drew a standard arc in mid-air and fell heavily on the rubber field.

"Wow..."

Meng Ling'er barely struggled to stand up, but the sharp pain in her lower abdomen, accompanied by the surging of blood and qi, still made Meng Ling'er can't help but spit out a mouthful of red blood.

The black hair was messy, covering the pale and delicate face, and after taking a deep breath, his lips moved slightly, and he said coldly: "Little devil, that's all you have..." Ability. ”

Anyone can see that Meng Ling'er, who was crumbling and embarrassed at this time, no longer had any strength to fight back, and this competition seemed to be an easy victory for Shigeru Miyamoto.

Seeing that the opponent still refused to admit defeat, coupled with Meng Linger's insulting words just now, it aroused the ferocious murderous intent in Miyamoto Shigeru's heart.

The gloomy eyes showed a rich killing intent, and Miyamoto Shigeru walked in a tiger stride, galloping in front of Meng Ling'er.

The steel fist was clenched, carrying gusts of wind, like a dragon going out to sea, and suddenly aimed at Meng Ling'er's chest and swept over.

Seeing this, Meng Yuer, who was sitting in the audience, had an anxious and stunned look on her face, and was about to shout urgently, asking Miyamoto Shigeru to stop immediately.

But at this moment, a black phantom was fluttering like a yin wind, and before the onlookers could react, there was only a muffled sound of "bang" in their ears, and Miyamoto Shigeru's burly body couldn't help but retreat backwards, and his face was distorted with anger, and it became pale with a brush!

When the image in everyone's eyes was clear again, I saw Wu Yong's generous palm holding Meng Linger's unbearable willow waist, so as not to faint and fall to the ground in the haggard Meng Linger.

"Little devil, you're going a little too far. Meng Ling'er was beaten by you and vomited blood, and you have to take advantage of others' danger, don't you have any fucking shame? Turning his head and glancing at Meng Ling'er with a depressed face, Wu Yong couldn't help but scold at Miyamoto Shigeru.

Wu Yong's kick just now was so fast that even Shigeru Miyamoto, who had a third black belt, didn't react, and was kicked out nearly ten meters away.

Looking down at the black shoe prints printed on his chest, Miyamoto Shigeru endured the sharp pain that spread to his whole body in his chest, bowed respectfully to Wu Yong, and said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency is..."

"I'm your ancestor, and I can use the kung fu of a three-legged cat to spread wild in our country, why don't you go to heaven."

After that, Wu Yong's eyes flashed fiercely, glared at Feng Bo who was sitting outside the arena, and said coldly: "You kid is stupid, hurry up and send Meng Ling'er to the hospital." ”

Seeing Meng Ling'er being injured just now, he was stunned when he frightened Humpty Dumpty Feng Boden. It's not that he is worried about Meng Linger's injury, the most important thing is that Meng Linger lost to Miyamoto Shigeru in one round, which made Feng Bo unacceptable.

With odds of one to one hundred and five, Wu Yong alone won fifteen million from Feng Bo.

With fifteen million babbling in his mouth, Wu Yong's rough shouts suddenly sounded in his ears, and the short and fat man Feng Bo cried and trotted over with a fat face, and helped Meng Linger to the outside of the field with Meng Yuer.

The people of the Yamato nation are all virtuous, and in the depths of their bones, they are impregnated with the nature of surrendering to the strong and oppressing the weak.

Miyamoto Shigeru is no exception, seeing that Wu Yong is skilled, even if Wu Yong scolds him, he is still respectful and respectful, and seems to maintain an extremely hypocritical polite and humble attitude.

"Your Excellency, your fists and feet have no eyes, and you will inevitably be injured. Moreover, Miss Meng Linger did not admit defeat just now, as long as I did not surrender and admit defeat, I could choose to continue to attack, this is the rule of the arena. ”

your grandma's rules!

It's not enough to beat people to serious injuries, they have to put people to death, and Nima is justified in saying what rules.

If Lao Tzu doesn't beat you to the point that the peach blossoms bloom today, this little devil may not know how many more people will be harmed in the future.

Wu Yong rolled up his sleeves, put on a dry posture, his face was fierce and hideous, waved his hand towards Miyamoto Shigeru, and said angrily: "Come on, come on, little devil, now Lao Tzu will play a few tricks with you." If you can stand up within ten strokes, I'll give you your last name today. ”

Wu Yong's kick just now, as fast as lightning and as thunderous, has fully exposed his strength.

According to Miyamoto Shigeru's speculation, I am afraid that Wu Yong will be flaunted according to his karate rank, at least the eighth rank of the black belt.

With Miyamoto Shigeru's ability to take the third stage of the black belt, even if he uses all his strength, he is destined not to be Wu Yong's opponent.

After pondering for a long time, Miyamoto Shigeru bowed to Wu Yong again, and said weakly: "I'm sorry, the contemptible people can't face the battle." Because of the rules of the competition between me and the Jingwu Society, I must be a member of the Jingwu Club to challenge me. Your Excellency is not a member of the Jingwu Society, so I can refuse your challenge. ”

I'm rubbing, this little devil is smart, for fear that he will be beaten, and find such a good reason to prevaricate.

Seeing that Miyamoto Shigeru confessed and did not dare to fight, this made Wu Yong's heart surging without ignorant karma, and the burning was even more intense. It seems to be like a fish in the throat, not vomiting or unhappy.

Under the anger, Wu Yong couldn't care about any irregular rules, and secretly cursed in his heart, fuck his mother first.

Then, Wu Yong walked quickly in front of Miyamoto Shigeru, grabbed Miyamoto Shigeru's collar with his palm, and coldly threatened: "You only have two choices today." First, fight me right away, and if you can still stand up within ten moves, even if I lose. Second, Lao Tzu will beat you up now, you can choose for yourself. ”

Shigeru Miyamoto is not an idiot, he knows that he is not Wu Yong's opponent, and he will never accept this kind of provocation.

The corners of his mouth hooked up a playful smile, and Miyamoto Shigeru smiled lightly: "Your Excellency, I have said a long time ago, if it were not for the members of the Jingwu Society, I would not accept any challenge." Moreover, if you beat me now, I can file a public complaint with the embassy, and I am afraid that it will be difficult for you to protect yourself by then. ”

Threaten me with an embassy?

Grandma's, Sensei said the embassy, even if the emperor came, Lao Tzu would beat him together.

In a fit of rage, Wu Yong was about to raise his fist to greet Miyamoto Shigeru, but was stopped by Meng Yu'er's urgent voice.

"Wu Yong, calm down, now I want to accompany Ling'er to the hospital, you must not cause other troubles."

At the mention of Meng Ling'er, the anger burning in Wu Yong's heart once again burst out. was desperate, and he wanted to beat Miyamoto Shigeru, but his eyes inadvertently caught a glimpse of the Humpty Dumpty Feng Bo.

After a pause, Wu Yong's somewhat disordered thoughts came up with an excellent attention. can not only save face for Meng Ling'er, but also clean up the damn Oriental devil in front of him.

The bulging palm of the green muscles suddenly loosened Miyamoto Shigeru's collar, and Wu Yong beckoned to the short and fat man Feng Bo with a smile on his face, and said, "Feng Bo, come here, I have something to ask you." ”

Feng Bo nodded and trotted over: "Brother Wu Yong, there is something to order." ”

"Well, I want to join the Jingwu Club now and become a member of the Jingwu Club."

Hearing this, Humpty Dumpty Feng Bo's fat face was drenched in cold sweat, although he knew that Wu Yong wanted to join the Jingwu Society, the purpose was to vent his anger for Meng Ling'er.

However, the headache is that now is not the time to recruit members.

Humpty Dumpty Feng Bo quietly pulled Wu Yong aside, and muttered with a thief's eyebrows: "Brother Wu Yong, it's not that I shirked it. All clubs in the school can only recruit members in the first month of the new semester.,Even if I think you're a member of the Jingwu Club.,I'm afraid this Oriental devil who caused me to lose money won't recognize it.。 ”

Wu Yong's heart was half cold, he paused, and said with a solemn face: "Then there is no other way for me to become a member of the Jingwu Society?" ”

"It's really not, looking at the current situation, there is no other way than other members of the Jingwu Club to challenge Shigeru Miyamoto." Humpty Dumpty Feng Bo let out a long sigh and said dejectedly: "Alas, after President Meng Ling'er was injured just now, the few remaining members also asked to quit the Jingwu Society, I'm afraid that the Jingwu Society will cease to exist from today." ”