At this time, No. 488 Lan Guoren had realized that No. 517 was difficult to defeat, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

The three young Koreans had also died down, and disappointment appeared on their faces.

Now that No. 488 has run out of fresh tricks and has lost its sparring value, it is time to end.

Suddenly, the situation on the field changed significantly.

Yan Huang began to attack as he pleased, and the Lan people began to defend in a hurry.

Dong Xiangguang and the four of them then increased the cheering volume, driving the cheers of other Chinese on the field.

The Lan people began to pray that they would not lose too ugly in the end, because losing to a Chinese was already ugly.

After a series of attacks, Yan Huang knocked No. 488 to the ground with a straight punch, then stepped forward and elbowed No. 488 to control No. 488's neck so that it could not move, and the left fist raised high fell suddenly, and suddenly stopped on No. 488's face, and then quickly took it away, got up and retreated.

No. 488 was defeated, and the opponent not only saved him face, but also did not beat him badly.

Dong Xiangguang and Li Cheng raised their arms to cheer, and Yu Tao and Li Shuhong also hugged each other happily, after all, it was their compatriots who won.

The four looked at each other with a spirit, and Li Cheng said: "Could it be that the powerful Chinese that the black big brother said is No. 517?" ”

Dong Xiangguang nodded affirmatively: "It must be him." Yu Tao and Li Shuhong, at this moment, what do you think? ”

Yu Tao said stiffly: "The final hasn't been played yet, right?" ”

Li Shuhong began to feel weak: "Well, even if he can win the final and become the ultimate challenger, however, neither of 'King Kong Razor' nor 'Ghost Reaper' can be messed with, I have watched their games." ”

Lin Keer, Li Kui and Di Lina have been quietly watching from the beginning to the end, and the result of the game is already in their hearts.

At the end of the game, the three of them high-fived each other.

The second match was a duel between No. 399 and No. 492, and after a hard-fought battle, Glories emerged victorious.

The oldest challenger among the folk contestants, with his tenacity and keen thinking ability, found the right weakness of No. 492, and a surprise flying tackle caused No. 492 to break his leg and leave the field.

Yan Huang and the four insisted on watching the game before leaving, the battle between No. 26 and Glories is a battle of kings between civil challengers, who wins, who will challenge the overlord of the cross-border competition.

In a good mood, after dinner, Yan Huang and Li Kui accompanied Lin Keer and Di Lina to visit the most popular Newman Times Square, which is known as the "crossroads of the world".

Yan Huang is the only one who is not familiar with this place, and when he walks into the neighborhood here, Yan Huang is also deeply shocked.

Dazzling neon lights, huge advertising screens, rows of shopping malls, cinemas, theaters, hotels, restaurants, performances by various street performers, and the excited faces of people of all colors being swept by various lights are all reminders that this is the most prosperous and dazzling commercial and entertainment cultural district in the world.

"Look at the big screen." Li Kui's hand pointed to the street entrance.

I saw on the big screen, the propaganda advertisement of the Organizing Committee of the Cross-border Championship was playing,

First world welterweight champion Vicky. Hatzler punches straight punches to the mighty image and then

is the World Mixed Martial Arts Champion Stephen. Miller's muscular posture of turning and kicking sideways.

As the TV picture changed, the two people appeared opposite each other, staring at each other, and below, the scrolling subtitles read: On December 27, who is the cross-border overlord? Who will rise to the challenge of the king of the people? Who will be the king of kings on December 30?

At the end of the advertisement, a strong and touching male voice came out: "Who will be the cross-border overlord, who will be the king of kings, let's go crazy to witness together!" ”

The picture and sound made people's blood boil, Li Kui clenched his fists, leaned forward and shouted: "Let this day come as soon as possible, my brother is the king of kings!" ”

There were many people watching this advertisement, and Li Kui's shout attracted the attention of many people, and several people came over.

"Hey, Fat Black, are you cheering on my idol Miller?" A white young man said with a big grin.

"I'm sorry, but who's Miller?" Although he was a little fat, he was added with a "black" word in front of him, Li Kui was unhappy, don't you worship Miller? I just don't know him.

Another white young man opened his eyes wide in astonishment, wondering whether it was innocent or deliberate, and said, "God, you don't even know who Miller is, don't you just get excited because you watched TV?"

If you don't know Miller, you should know Hatzler, right? After saying that, the white young man made two boxing movements, as if prompting.

"I'm sorry, but who is Hatzler?" Li Kui continued to pretend.

"I see your head is eating all day long, you don't even know Miller and Hatzler, what are you excited about? Or maybe you weren't shouting because of tournaments and challenges? ”

Another white young man asked unceremoniously.

"No, of course I'm shouting for the December 30th challenge."

"Then why don't you know about Miller and Hatzler? Shouldn't they be the object of your cheering? Otherwise, what motivation do you have to watch this game? The second young man who spoke seemed to be really puzzled by Li Kui's expression.

"Why do I have to know Miller and Hasler, I just need to know who the challenger is, he's the one I'm cheering for, he's going to be the king of kings." Li Kui's words were full of pride and tendencies.

"You're really funny, it's not hot, why are you starved of oxygen in your brain, do you think there will be a non-mainstream challenger who can defeat either of the two world champions?

Do you think there will really be a miracle, stop dreaming. ”

The first young man to speak said angrily.

These white youths had no idea that they had a challenger with the temperament of a king by their side at this time.

"How is it impossible, everything is possible, I believe the prediction made by my friend, and besides, your language just now is very unqualified." Dirina suddenly interjected.

The three young men were stunned, they didn't expect a beautiful white woman to help the black man speak.

"Beauty, I'm upset that you talk like this, you trust him and don't trust us, is your skin bleached?" The young man turned his artillery fire on Dilina.

At this time, some people gathered around.

Lin Ke'er was a little nervous, while Yan Huang watched with interest.

"Michael. Jackson also bleached his skin, but at least he is a famous singer, you, why? ”

"Why? I can beat you up for the racist remarks you just made. "Dilina's angry look like a she-wolf guarding a calf.