"Bang!"

Feng Bo threw a punch with all his strength, and it hit Miyamoto Shigeru on the cheek. But to his surprise, Shigeru Miyamoto was unscathed and his body did not move at all.

In the last fight, Feng Bo could at least knock Shigeru Miyamoto with one punch. But what's going on now, it doesn't have any effect at all...

Feng Bo was a little flustered for a while, his fat face forced out a sneer, and said in a panic: "Wait, I didn't hit the punch seriously just now, I'll try another punch!" ”

As he spoke, Feng Bo raised his fleshy fist again and struck it towards Miyamoto Shigeru's cheek.

After a muffled "bang", Shigeru Miyamoto twisted his stiff neck back and forth, making a burst of "crackling" sounds. A hideous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said coldly: "Dead fatty, you're done with all your tricks." Hehehe· Now it's my turn. ”

As soon as the words fell, while Feng Bo was stunned, Miyamoto Shigeru waved his strong arm and hit a very standard and beautiful right hook, hitting Feng Bo's fat cheek accurately.

In an instant, Feng Bo hadn't reacted yet. The fat body flew upside down in the air under the residual force of the heavy punch.

Shigeru Miyamoto's punch was really not light. Rao is Feng Bo, a fat mound of one hundred and sixty or seventy pounds, couldn't help but be knocked away.

As for the damage caused by the iron fist, perhaps only Feng Bo himself knows it.

"Poof", Feng Bo's fat body fell heavily on the ground. His cheeks were instantly red and swollen, and a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

The nose is sour, as if the spice bottle in the kitchen has been overturned, and the sweet, sour, bitter and salty bursts out endlessly. Slowly, two sticky strands of scarlet liquid burst out of Feng Bo's nostrils and flowed down his instantly bulging cheeks to the ground.

Staggering to his feet, Feng Bo couldn't help but hear a 'buzzing' sound in his ears. His head drooped in a groggy manner, and even his vision began to blur.

Seeing this scene, Wu Yong couldn't help but chuckle in his heart, his face suddenly turned pale and weak, and he sighed and muttered: "Alas! Lost. ”

Wu Yong's biggest worry was that Feng Bo was complacent and complacent because of the suppression of Shigeru Miyamoto in the second game. This will inevitably cause Feng Bo to attack Miyamoto rashly in the third game.

In Wu Yong's plan, in the first and second games, relying on the strange and unpredictable power of the spirit rune, he could force himself through.

As long as Feng Bo followed Wu Yong's instructions in the third game and used all his strength to dodge, he could easily win the final victory.

And the reason why Wu Yong didn't let Feng Bo use the gossip maze step at the beginning was because he was afraid that Miyamoto Shigeru would be careful and notice that Feng Bo repeatedly used a footwork to dodge, so as to catch the flaws in it.

The two are also worried about Feng Bo's temporary gossip maze, and they are not skilled in performing it. If you forget your footwork due to nervousness, you will definitely lose.

Originally, everything was going according to Wu Yong's expectations, but he didn't expect Feng Bo, a bastard, to take the initiative to attack in the third game despite Wu Yong's warning, which allowed Miyamoto Shigeru to seize the opportunity to counterattack.

It's come to this, I'm afraid the defeat is decided, and I can't go back...

Miyamoto Shigeru strode up to Feng Bo, who was in severe pain and weakness all over his body, grabbed the collar with his palm, and shouted arrogantly and arrogantly: "Sick man of East Asia, if you don't want to be crippled by me, surrender immediately." Otherwise, hehe..."

"Phew!"

Feng Bo, who has always been greedy for life and afraid of death, faced Miyamoto Shigeru's threats and insults, and he didn't know where he got the courage, and openly spit out a mouthful of blood in Miyamoto Shigeru's face.

"Hahaha... Little devil, it should have been more than 70 years ago. Let me tell you, now the people in our country have backbone. Sensei told me to surrender, and you'd kill me. Feng Bo grinned widely, and the words were sonorous and forceful.

In the first two games, Shigeru Miyamoto lost face and was ridiculed in shame.

Although Miyamoto Shigeru didn't know what tricks Feng Bo, the dead fat man, was playing, he had already secretly made a vow in his heart that once he succeeded in fighting back against Feng Bo, all the shame he would receive would be avenged on Feng Bo a hundredfold.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, setting off a sneer, and Miyamoto Shigeru slowly wiped the blood off his face.

"I really haven't seen that the people in your country are so backbone." Shigeru Miyamoto smiled sadly and said: "However, even if you have the backbone, I will use my iron fist and steel teeth to crush your so-called national spirit like my ancestors, and let you surrender at my feet." ”

As soon as the words fell, Miyamoto Shigeru raised his iron fist, like shooting an arrow with a bow, opening and closing, and hitting Feng Bo's face with his fist.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

"Hurry up and say surrender, or I'll keep fighting. I want to see how hard the national backbone of you garbage East Asian sick men really is. ”

Shigeru Miyamoto's arrogant rhetoric awakened the sense of honor and disgrace of the students in the audience as Chinese people. For a while, most of the students pointed at Shigeru Miyamoto and couldn't stop shouting and scolding.

"Nima's, damn Oriental devil, go back to your island country immediately, you are not welcome in our country."

"Oriental devil, you let go of Feng Bo, or Lao Tzu will squeeze out your egg yolk and feed it to the dog."

"Feng Bo, you hold on. As long as you survive this round, you win. ”

"Fuck you, you're fucking light, why don't you hold on. If you want me to say that I can kill that Oriental devil directly, what do you have to say to him? ”

There were bursts of angry scolding from the audience, which made the entire Jingwu Society noisy.

Seeing this, Shigeru Miyamoto suddenly stopped the fist that was clinging to Feng Bo's cheek. hesitated again and again, for fear of angering the crowd.

Shigeru Miyamoto slowly withdrew his fist, his palm loosened his collar, and the bloody Feng Bo fell to the ground.

Wiping the viscous blood on his palm, Shigeru Miyamoto walked up to the referee with a disdainful face, and said arrogantly: "Referee, now that the winner has been decided, hurry up and announce the result, I still have to hurry up and change this Jingwu Club into a karate martial arts hall." ”

Announcing the results of the competition?

The referee shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and replied with disdain in his tone: "The game is not over yet!" ”

"The game is not over yet, Feng Bo was beaten into a puddle of flesh by me, and he can't stand up anymore."

"Really? Then look behind you. With that, the referee pointed to the crumbling fat figure behind Shigeru Miyamoto.

On the ground, Miyamoto Shigeru's body was shocked, and he suddenly turned around. What appeared in front of him was the scene of Feng Bo, who was blurred in flesh and blood, like an unbeatable Xiaoqiang, stubbornly getting up from the ground.

"Phew, little devil. I forgot to tell you that grandpa still has a unique skill, which is to resist beating! Your fists are nowhere near the same as my punching daddy. Feng Bo couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and a smug sneer appeared on his bloody face.