When Bai Tangjing changed his clothes, he and Yanzi returned to the audience seat of the fighting skill again.

Next to their seats are the enthusiastic old good man Yamashita and the slightly sleepy natural roll ten ghost snake king horse.

"Ah, it's Brother Baitang and Miss Poison Island!"

"Yo! Uncle Yamashita, is Uncle Wang Ma's health okay? ”

Wang Ma, who was called "Uncle" again, pouted, "Cut, compared to you, the guy who messed around with the muscle monster, I can't say the word 'bad' anyway." ”

"Haha, don't say that, fighting, it's more important to be happy." Scratching his head like a shy college student, Bai Tangjing pulled Yanzi back to his seat.

On the field at this moment, it is Jerry Tyson, a strong black man who runs down from the commentary seat.

Opposite him was a middle-aged man with hair, a terrifyingly strong and stocky body wrapped in a black karate suit, and the whole person looked like a standing black bear.

Bai Tangjing slightly recalled the battle map he saw in the slot machine room at that time.

"Kuroki Gensai...... Is it? ”

Just then, a slightly familiar voice came from the seat behind him.

"What the hell, that uncle's technique doesn't have any highlights at all! Not at all as good as my razor......"

"Stupid people, with that kind of basic skills that are solid to the point of horror, I'm afraid that the black man is not capable of making him use his real skills!"

These two voices......

Bai Tangjing turned his head, and sure enough, he was eliminated by him on the Desperate No., the man with the yellow hedgehog head, and the shemale with the yellow hair pot head.

And the two people sitting in the back also saw Bai Tangjing's twisted face.

"Oh! It's you, boy! ”

Huang Mao's tone was very impulsive, and even made Bai Tangjing think that he would rush up to avenge the knockout round right now.

So the boy also raised his guard a little.

But things always turn out unexpectedly.

"Your game just now, it's so ~~~ handsome!' I'm just going to crush you', right? ”

"There is a lack of beauty in fist fighting, but in terms of temperament alone, it is indeed stronger than you can imagine!"

The two of them patted Bai Tangjing's shoulders and praised his game sincerely.

On the contrary, it made Bai Tangjing a little embarrassed.

And in the conversation with each other, Bai Tangjing also understood a little bit about the character of the boxing fighters.

They are all warriors with a strong fighting spirit, yes.

Because of this, they will be unscrupulous in battle.

Humiliation, sinister tricks, ruthless ...... Endless.

But the battle can only be regarded as the "first meeting" of knowing them.

If you find that the other party is not bad in the daily contact in the future, then even if the opponent has exploded* and spat at each other in the game, it is not impossible to become friends.

This kind of treatment that balances combat and daily life with each other, Hakudo Mirror feels...... Not bad.

Just as the relationship between the several people was moving towards friends, the situation on the field began to change.

Originally, Jerry, a strong black man, proudly introduced his highest achievement in martial arts for decades, the hot weapon pictogram boxing - J-style pictogram.

This martial art, which was born out of the pictogram boxing of the Republic, was abandoned by him to simulate the part of animals, and instead simulated a more violent thermal weapon!

With a weight of about 100 kilograms, the muscles are as solid as black steel.

Running on the battlefield with his hands raised, the whistling sound of breaking the air really has a bit of a missile.

But the black tree Gensai, who was like an upright black bear, was only a simple dodge in the face of a huge impact, or a blow from the bottom of his palm.

Let the black cannonballs crisscrossing the field repeatedly return in vain.

I didn't even go beyond three steps in the whole process!

“F**K YOU bro！ Can't you just come up like a real man? ”

Long-distance running in a fighting state, that amount of exercise is no joke. Even Jerry Tyson, who is tall and strong, is aware of the decline in his physical fitness at this moment.

And Kuroki Gensai had a cold look from beginning to end, and at this time he exhaled lightly and replied.

"It's time for the burlesque to end."

"It's now!" Jerry spotted the gap, and the strength of his strong lower limbs made two deep marks on the sand.

Emergency stop.

Then turn around and charge!

"Eat me, Scud!"

"Wow-"

The sound of movement on the red sand spread throughout the arena along with the stage equipment.

"What?"

The black Jerry's big piercing eyes revealed surprise.

Beside him, Kuroki Xuanzhai, whose face was as cold as an ancient well, just seized the opportunity with a light step.

Then he came to Jerry's side who was charging.

"See through my punches and want to attack me from the side? That's useless too! Attacking me, who weighs 100 kilograms and is moving at high speed, what is the difference between crashing into a large truck......"

"Knock-"

The confidence in Jerry's mind didn't have time to react.

Kuroki Gensai, who was in a karate stance, just swung his arm down, and the back of his fist and forearm smashed into Jerry Tyson's flat hands from the side.

And the impact of the self-proclaimed "high-speed truck" rushed towards the red sand on the ground in an instant!

The fist pierced into the sand, and even made a furrow in the ground.

The suspenders and suit shirt on his body were instantly worn into tattered strips of cloth.

But when people thought that blacks were going to leave the scene.

Jerry smiled confidently, then pulled his hands out of the sand in a daze, and took a large canopy of fine sand and swung it in the direction of Kuroki Xuansai.

"I can't think of it! My skin has been trained in the Republic to resemble an iron-sand palm, and the fine sand is not painful at all! ”

As he spoke, he re-aslaid the posture of the [Scud Missile] and wanted to rush towards the flying sand and dust mist.

But not before he could get started......

"Bang-"

A kick from the crook of the leg from behind sent him to his knees.

A hand as wide and heavy as a black bear's paw enveloped his entire skull, crushing him underneath.

"Crunch-"

The terrifying finger force crushed the skull, as if the next moment it could penetrate this ridiculous layer of defense and go straight to the brain!

The sound made the black man's eyes roll in horror.

“NO！ NO！ N......”

"Poof!"

A slap of the hand, but with a sound like a sharp weapon breaking through the air.

Rubbing the black skin, it stopped at the side of his neck, and there was a drop of blood hanging from his fingertips, about to drip down.

"The pictogram fist is half-refined, the lower plate has brute force but is vain and unstable, I really don't know what you have learned in the Republic.

Who gave you the courage to create a pictogram that simulates a physical object that doesn't even have a flesh and bones structure? Guo Haihuang? ”

The man like a black bear, in his majestic voice, spit out the last three words as if there was an indescribable magic.

The black man who knelt on the ground, was crushed by the finger on his skull, and cut his neck with his hands, abandoned all the anxiety and fear in his eyes the moment these three words came into his ears.

Instead, it is full of ...... Pilgrimage-like piety!

"You, ...... you know"

"Shut up, you're not qualified to name him. I was only fortunate enough to meet once, and I was mentored for one day. ”

"Even so!" The wound on the black man's neck was bleeding from the wound, but he didn't care, just excitedly said, "Even if it's just for a day." I've had a fight with the one I taught! Isn't it?! ”

“...... If that's all you're interested in martial arts, that's it. Kuroki Gensai turned his head and said, "Referee, let's announce it." ”

"Oh, oh! I announce! The winner is the motorcycle head company! Kuroki Gensai! ”

I don't know if it's an illusion, Bai Tangjing in the audience felt like a scorching blade when the black bear-like uncle left the stage, and it was very targeted with battle intent.

At least when he turned his head to look over, whether it was Tsuko, Wang Ma, Rito and Yamashita Fu, Sawada Keisaburo around him.

- Nothing at all.