"Ladies and gentlemen, it's incredible that Feng Bo, who was seriously injured, actually stood up again."

That's right, in this exciting and thrilling competition, it is tantamount to Feng Bo's tenacious and indestructible will to gain the upper hand. Now the audience on the field seemed very excited, and they kept shouting Feng Bo, hoping that in this way he could continue to persevere. ”

"There are still ten seconds left, and as long as Feng Bo is holding on for ten seconds, he can win this game. If the audience is interested, they can count dozens with us to witness the moment when Feng Bo wins. Ten, nine, eight, seven..."

Just as the two announcers shouted to check the number, Miyamoto Shigeru's body suddenly tensed, and in the sinister and vicious eyes, there were bursts of murderous intent without any restraint.

The hideous face was shocked, and the tense muscles on Shigeru Miyamoto's tiger face couldn't help throbbing because of the excessive atmosphere and irritation.

The remaining time was less than ten seconds, and in such a short period of time, with the distance between Shigeru Miyamoto and Feng Bo more than ten meters, he could not launch any effective offensive against Feng Bo at all.

In other words, in this game, Feng Bo did win the final victory.

But this result is unacceptable to Shigeru Miyamoto, who has always been arrogant and unruly.

The Miyamoto family is a famous family in Kyoto, and even the ancestors of the Miyamoto family have two foreign ministers and one prime minister, both of whom are cabinet ministers, which makes the Miyamoto family even more prominent.

As the eldest son of the Miyamoto family, Miyamoto Shigeru has been instilled with the spirit of bushido by the family since he was a child, and the idea of swearing allegiance to His Majesty the Emperor.

Growing up in such an extremist-like ideological environment caused Shigeru Miyamoto's character to be too arrogant and extreme, and he would never allow his own failure!

"Knock knock..."

As the bell rang, the referee excitedly announced that Feng Bo had won the match. For a while, the mountains roared and the tsunami of applause swept through the entire Jingwu Society.

From time to time, a few sharp screams suddenly soared, instantly detonating the warm atmosphere.

"Feng Bo, good job, worthy of our Chinese descendants, with backbone."

"Fuck, damn Oriental devil, aren't you a karate master, what the hell, you still don't lose. What a fucking shame, hurry up and get back to your island country. ”

"Feng Bo, it's really fucking fighting for our countrymen. Based on this, I will join the Jingwu Club now, learn his one-and-a-half moves, and then teach this group of little devils a lesson..."

There was an excited shout in his ears, but Feng Bo did not give any response. Although this Humpty Dumpty usually likes to be in the limelight, but now that he can barely stand up, it can be regarded as the last bit of strength in his body.

Forcibly lifted a breath, Feng Bo dragged his thighs like lead, and walked to Wu Yong with three staggering steps.

"Old... Boss, I didn't disgrace you. Feng Bo squinted his swollen purple eyes and grinned weakly.

Originally, Wu Yong was quite annoyed that Feng Bo did not execute according to the plan, but he didn't expect that Feng Bo, this kid, still had the ability to resist beating.

Although he suffered a lot of flesh and skin, he finally had no danger, not only found the scene for Meng Ling'er, but also did not lose the face of the country and the nation, which made Wu Yong secretly admire Feng Bo in his heart.

After a long sigh, Wu Yong's face flashed a trace of unbearable emotion, and he said in a deep voice: "Alas, let's go, I'll send you to the hospital now, and you can still hold on..."

Before Wu Yong could finish speaking, a burly and fierce figure flashed not far from his sight. The galloping figure was holding a silver dangling katana aloof, and rushed towards Feng Bo with a hideous face.

Suddenly, the pupils suddenly constricted, and after the vision was clear. only to find that the figure rushing over was Shigeru Miyamoto, who had just lost the game.

At this time, Shigeru Miyamoto glared angrily, and his eyes were full of scarlet bloodshots. There was a hideous and terrifying distorted expression on his face, like an island demon who had lost his mind and was eager for revenge.

The situation is critical, and Wu Yong can no longer tolerate the slightest slackness and hesitation.

Seeing this, Wu Yong almost subconsciously raised his palm, facing the katana that was quickly splitting down.

At this time, many people had already noticed Wu Yong and Miyamoto Shigeru's actions, and when they saw Wu Yong raise his palm, they thought that Wu Yong was going to stage some kind of empty-handed white blade drama.

In an instant, just as everyone held their breath and stared at the bright katana, a dazzling red light suddenly shone in front of them.

Immediately, a deafening explosion sounded suddenly, like a ripple of waves, with Wu Yong as the center, rapidly expanding outward, shattering the glass inside and outside the Jingwu Society, before it drifted away without a trace.

"The third of the Dao of Arts, Liuhe Dumen, Tianfu Xingxin, Cangyan Red Fire."

Suddenly, a pillar of fire like a dragon coming out of a hole gushed out of Wu Yong's palm. In an instant, the katana, which was enough to sharpen iron into clay, was reduced to ashes and powder, and disappeared with the heat and wind that set off in the arena.

"Choke!"

Only half of the katana fell to the ground with a sound, and Miyamoto Shigeru was so frightened that his face was dead, and his eyes were soaked with chill and despair.

It seems that Wu Yong in his sight is not a human being, but an inviolable god.

The atmosphere on the field then fell silent, like a deep pool of water that was not disturbed, without the slightest ripple.

The silence lasted for about dozens of seconds before the sound of whispering sounded.

"Just now... Just now, I seemed to see a pillar of fire erupting from Wu Yong's mouth. ”

"You kid is short-sighted, obviously a pillar of fire erupting from the palm of your hand. I'm really looking at it, and I can't be mistaken. ”

"This Wu Yong shouldn't be magical, this is also amazing."

"No, hurry up and inform the instructor, if this is going on, I guess it will have to kill someone..."

The cold eyes glared at Miyamoto Shigeru angrily, and the corners of Wu Yong's mouth hooked up a wicked smile. Ling Ran made a move, knocking Shigeru Miyamoto away with one punch.

Shigeru Miyamoto was like a kite with a broken string, drawing a standard arc in the air before falling heavily to the ground.

"Poof!"

After spitting out a mouthful of blood and a few broken teeth, the embarrassed Shigeru Miyamoto struggled to get up from the ground.

But before the body could stand firmly, there was another slap in the face. Immediately, Shigeru Miyamoto was fanned, shaking his head and falling weakly on the rubber floor.

"Grandma's! You're a damn Oriental devil, you can't play yin, and you've learned to fucking sneak up behind your back. Wu Yong was angry for a while, and kicked Miyamoto Shigeru twice!