Chapter Eighty-Four: Failure to Listen to Advice

Seeing that the protest was ineffective, it also attracted the sighs and ridicule of the onlookers in the audience. Miyamoto Shigeru's face was furious, and a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he scolded Feng Bo coldly: "Dead fatty, you'd better stop playing any tricks with me, otherwise I'll beat you to death, don't blame me for being ruthless." ”

Kill!

You can hurt me first, I'm talking.

Feng Poppi sneered without a smile: "Come on, don't make a big deal of nonsense first, if you don't accept it, you will beat me, beat me." Tut-tut... Look at your red pig paws, which have been pulling blood, and you can't stop it. ”

Feng Bo gave full play to his advantage of being cheap, and constantly provoked Shigeru Miyamoto. It was obviously bleeding, but Feng Bo had to say that he was 'pulling blood', which made all the onlookers laugh, and for a while, the atmosphere in the entire Jingwu Club was a lot more enjoyable.

Miyamoto Shigeru's face was red and white for a while, but in the face of Feng Bo, who was like steel and iron bones, he was helpless.

Take a deep breath to calm your troubled breath. Shigeru Miyamoto thought calmly, even if Feng Bo's skull was replaced with a steel plate, it was not necessary that every part of his body had been replaced.

Suddenly, Miyamoto Shigeru endured the sharp pain from his palm, flew and kicked Feng Bo's calf impartially.

After a crisp sound, Miyamoto Shigeru's face turned red, his eyes widened, and the tiger's body suddenly tensed, as if he was possessed by a ghost.

In the next second, Shigeru Miyamoto couldn't hold it back. He opened his mouth wide and screamed hoarsely.

"It hurts, it hurts... It hurts me to death. Shigeru Miyamoto hurriedly squatted down, rubbing the soles of his feet, which were as red and swollen as roasted pig's trotters.

Seeing Miyamoto Shigeru hugging his leg and screaming in pain, Feng Bo grabbed this gap and smashed his fist like raindrops on Miyamoto Shigeru again.

Although Feng Bo did not have much strength, at this time, the muscles and bones of his whole body were already petrified. The original soft fist was as hard as marble.

When the fist smashed on Miyamoto Shigeru, Miyamoto Shigeru couldn't help but hug his head and scurry, screaming bitterly in the island bird language, what Ya Butterfly, what Xiu teased Ma Butterfly, and some strange pronunciation that he couldn't understand.

"I'm not mistaken, Feng Bo actually brought a small artillery company to Miyamoto Shigeru." The broadcaster Ah Wei showed a surprised and stunned expression, and immediately shouted into the microphone excitedly: "Now that Feng Bo is hitting Miyamoto Shigeru wildly, the situation has been reversed. Shigeru Miyamoto was forced into a corner by Feng Bo, that's right, Shigeru Miyamoto has been forced into a corner by Feng Bo! ”

Partner Abo immediately answered: "Although I don't know the situation on the field very well, Feng Bo is like practicing the golden bell cover iron cloth shirt, Miyamoto Shigeru's two fierce and ferocious attacks, not only did not have any effect, but also injured his fists and soles. ”

"That's right, it seems that Feng Bo, the vice president of the Jingwu Society, is really hidden. Now Feng Bo is constantly beating Miyamoto Shigeru, and Miyamoto Shigeru, who is a third dan black belt in karate, can only defend his head and has no power to fight back. If this situation continues, it is likely that in the second game, the match will end with Feng Bo defeating Shigeru Miyamoto! ”

Just as the inspiring words of announcer Ah Wei fell, the bell rang impartially at this time.

"Knock knock..."

After the referee pulled Feng Bo and Shigeru Miyamoto apart, the second match was over.

Feng Bo grinned like a lotus, walked in front of Wu Yong with a smile, and said confidently: "Boss, how did I fight this time, it's ruthless enough." That Miyamoto Shigeru is dead, and I'll send him to see the Devil Emperor in the next game. ”

Seeing that Feng Bo got carried away, he claimed that he would fight with Shigeru Miyamoto in the next game. Wu Yong's complexion changed, and a bone-chilling chill radiated from his eyes.

"Feng Bo, dodge with all your might in the third game, and you can't fight Miyamoto Shigeru head-on, isn't it possible that you take my words as wind in your ears?"

"But... Boss, Shigeru Miyamoto was beaten by me and was powerless. When Feng Bo looked at Wu Yong's serious and cold face with a smile, the expression on his fat face suddenly froze, and he couldn't help but hang his head, and his voice became more and more weak.

Although Feng Bo couldn't figure out what was going on, he did have the upper hand just now. In the face of Miyamoto Shigeru's fierce and ferocious attack, there is no need to dodge at all, and it will not cause any damage anyway.

In that case, why dodge in the third game? Wouldn't it be better to take advantage of the victory and chase after it, and win a big victory.

Feng Bo, who didn't know it, made Wu Yong faintly feel that what he was most worried about was probably about to happen.

Once Feng Bo has the advantage, with Humpty Dumpty's creacherous and showy character, he will definitely get carried away and get carried away.

If Feng Bo didn't listen to his advice, he would still fight Miyamoto Shigeru in the third game. Feng Bo, who had lost the ability to spell, had almost no combat power, and his true form would be revealed.

"Feng Bo, you remember for me, you can only dodge with all your strength in the third game, otherwise you will definitely lose." Wu Yong didn't save the slightest face for Feng Bo, and reprimanded him coldly.

Definitely lose!

Is it that serious?

Feng Bo naturally didn't dare to talk back to Wu Yong, but he was indignant in his heart, and muttered to himself quite unconvinced: "What is so powerful about that Miyamoto Shigeru, his hands are bloody, and he is still awesome." I'll show you how I defeated Shigeru Miyamoto in a moment. ”

On the other side of the playing field, Shigeru Miyamoto was beaten with a blue nose and swollen face, and red blood flowed from the phalanges of his palms.

The corners of his mouth twitched a few times, Miyamoto Shigeru grabbed the water cup handed over by the little attendant and threw it on the ground, shouting angrily: "Dead fatty, let you play tricks with me, and I won't kill you in the third game." ”

"Knock knock..."

As soon as the third game began, Shigeru Miyamoto acted as if he had fallen into an evil spirit, and regardless of whether his ferocious offensive had any effect, he launched a stormy attack on Feng Bo on the court.

In the face of Miyamoto Shigeru's fierce offensive, he was overwhelmed with leg methods. Feng Bo stepped on the gossip, and his fat body dodged back and forth, always able to dodge lightly and vigorously before Miyamoto Shigeru was about to hit.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the third game has begun. In the last game, Feng Bo of Jingwusha comprehensively suppressed Shigeru Miyamoto. According to the normal fighting style, if you have an absolute advantage, you should take advantage of the victory to chase after you. But in the third game, Feng Bo chose to dodge all the time and did not fight with Shigeru Miyamoto. ”

"That's right, it's hard to imagine that a fat man like Feng Bo can move so dexterously. Although Feng Bo has been dodging left and right, his posture is as if he is dancing in the arena. ”

Wait, Feng Bo finally fought back. That's right, after Shigeru Miyamoto's heavy punch missed, Feng Bo dodged to Shigeru Miyamoto's side and punched Shigeru Miyamoto in the cheek fiercely. But... But how did this punch seem to be forceless, Miyamoto Shigeru didn't suffer any damage! ”