Time flies, and the final eight battle has come to the last day.

The crowd of black crushed people walked into the audience, and the two teams of participants walked to the contestants' area.

Walking through the passage and about to enter the ring, Tie Yong suddenly stopped and said to Li Xiaofeng unexpectedly: "Little white face, let's talk here." ”

The three words "little white face" suddenly angered the little fat three, but Li Xiaofeng waved his palm and motioned for them to move on.

After a while, the crowd left, and Li Xiaofeng stood leisurely and asked casually, "Say, what's the matter?"

"Aren't you afraid that I'll teach you a lesson here?" Tie Yong suddenly punched as he spoke.

The almighty soldier didn't blink, and after the opponent's fist suddenly stopped again, he asked calmly: "If you want to fight for a while, there will be a chance, say, what's the matter?"

"Okay, it's a bit of guts. ”

Tie Yong took a step back, sighed, and then changed his words and said coldly: "Someone has made a sky-high price and wants me to take your life in the ring." ”

"Oh, yes, what do you mean by telling me?" A flash of surprise flashed in Li Xiaofeng's eyes, and he took a serious look at his opponent for the first time.

He was not surprised that someone wanted his life, but he was surprised that Tie Yong actually said it.

"I'll tell you there's only one reason, I'm going to kill you, but not because someone paid for it. ”

Tie Yong's tall body stood upright like a javelin, and murderous aura burst out from the casserole-sized fists, and he continued in a loud voice: "If you dare to trouble my brother, you must pay the price. ”

"I understand, you have to stand up for the Divine Soldier Society, the ring, the ring, it's fair!"

In the face of Tie Yong's fierce declaration of war, Li Xiaofeng smiled, and it was Fazi's inner laughter, which made the opponent inexplicable.

"Li Xiaofeng, are you really not afraid of death?" Involuntarily, Tie Yong forgot the three words of Xiaobai's face, and called out the other party's name seriously for the first time.

"Martial arts competition in the ring, conceit of life and death, what are you afraid of! If you want to win, you must win happiness, and if you want to lose, you must lose happily!"

Before he could finish speaking, the universal soldier had already strode away, and his last words lingered in the passage for a long time.

"Huh?!"

A wisp of exclamation came out of Tie Yong's mouth, looking at Li Xiaofeng's back that was not "soft" at all, he suddenly shook his fists, and his fighting spirit was ten times stronger than before.

The stadium was full of seats.

Compared with the tension of the previous three days, today is filled with a joyful atmosphere, and the extremely small wind blows the hall to become a competitor, and naturally there are no enemies.

The vast majority of people do not come to wait for the results, but to appreciate the good show.

"Bell-"

The classic gong reverberated loudly, and the first contestant of the Wind Blowing Hall took the stage.

Their striker turned out to be Chubby, and he didn't even carry that weird phantom beast.

It seems that the wind blows the hall without the determination to fight to the death, alas......

Boredom crept through the crowd, and someone was ready to leave.

The Iron Fist Club players also showed the same looks, only Tie Yong frowned unexpectedly, and his mind was still echoing Li Xiaofeng's previous words.

As soon as his mind moved, he instructed his forward general: "That little fat man's momentum is a little different, be careful." ”

"Brother Yong, don't worry, I won't forget the purpose of our Iron Fist Club, no matter if the opponent is a lion or a lamb, we must go all out!"

Before the words fell, the striker of the Iron Fist Club had already jumped into the ring, and with a shock of his fists, the fists made of the two magic weapons suddenly burst into cold light.

With a "bang", Chubby pulled the trigger.

Just like the battle for the number plate, the Iron Fist Club fighters punched the bullets and then approached in stride, but they were actually fierce and careful.

Seeing the opponent's iron fist roaring, Xiaopang also moved, and with a snort, the meat ball turned into a phantom.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, Chubby and his opponent threw backwards at the same time, then asked to land at the same time, and then collided violently again.

In an instant, the exclamations came one after another, and the audience who walked to the door stopped one after another.

That little fat man is on an equal footing with the masters of the Iron Fist Club?!

He was a spear warrior, and in the clash of powers, he had a draw with the berserker, sigh......

On the ring, the sound of impact kept ringing, and after more than ten minutes, the two no longer threw away, and the collision turned into a grappling, and the gunnery and boxing were still evenly matched.

The crowd stirred again, and Chubby made everyone exclaim again.

After a while, someone began to shake their heads, although Xiao Fat burst out with amazing energy, but as a spear warrior, he fought with the opponent in close quarters like this, completely based on his own shortcomings and attacking the enemy's strengths.

After a few moments, the eyes of a few people lit up, and the amazement rushed out again.

The master's intuition suddenly thought of a possibility, it is true that gun warriors are not suitable for close combat, but as long as the gun skills are strong enough, the real killing move is the bullet at close range.

Ah, is that little fat man really that strong?

With the sound of an explosion, the answer began to emerge.

The muzzle of the little fat gun is really accelerating, and the opponent's iron fist is moving closely with the muzzle, and from a distance, the big meat ball is rotating around the opponent at high speed.

The duel of strength turned into speed, and Chubby got faster and faster, and the pistol suddenly left his palm, but it did not get out of control, and flew into the whirlwind of the two of them colliding with each other.

"Bang!"

The second bullet shot out of the muzzle, and in the short space, the bullet drew an arc trajectory, and shot right through the gap in the opponent's fighting spirit.

With a muffled snort, the Iron Fist Club fighter clutched his shoulders and stepped back three meters, blood gushing out of his fingers.

Chubby won, and the result was unexpected at first, but it made sense halfway through.

After a second of silence, thunderous applause erupted in the gymnasium.

In the second game, Xiao Liuli flew on stage, and the young phoenix once again led the neck and sang, and there was no suspense about victory.

The applause did not stop this time, and it was expected by all.

Tie Yong's face was solemn, and he was about to cheer for his brothers in the third round, but unexpectedly, Li Xiaofeng on the opposite side stepped into the ring in advance.

"Tie Yong, I'll also give you a chance to beat me, even if your Iron Fist Club wins. ”

Li Xiaofeng doesn't have a fist the size of a casserole, but his hooked fingers are more powerful than a casserole, and the next one ignites the eyes of tens of millions of people.

Here's the show!

The same premonition stirred in countless minds, because of Xiaopang's previous foreshadowing, no one felt that Li Xiaofeng was talking about a dream.

With an uproar, thousands of figures leaned forward, and the audience who were not in a good position behind them stretched their necks one after another.

Tie Yong looked at Li Xiaofeng's provocative fingers, and his anger suddenly rushed to the top of his head, and then, he smiled.

"Li Xiaofeng, if you want to provoke me, it's not that easy, if you don't want to be a little white face, use your fists to speak. ”

The ring surrounded by the enchantment roared, and the president of the Iron Fist Club fell from the sky like a mountain, and a fierce momentum blew a strong wind.

Offstage, Ouyang Qianli couldn't help but admire: "This Tie Yong really deserves his reputation, although he is still a student of the branch school, I have also heard his name in Yuexin Lake." ”

Xiao Liuli's petite body was close to Sister Ouyang, and she tilted her head and echoed: "I also feel it, he is obviously a realm stronger than others, and he is indeed a master, hehe." ”

There is only one reason why the two women are so happy to praise their opponents, such opponents can better set off Li Xiaofeng's radiance.

Qian Dasheng and Xiao Hei also leaned forward, watching the master duel intently, from the moment they knew that Li Xiaofeng had recovered from his injury, there was no anxiety in their eyes, only longing.

The boss is very strong, but to what extent it is still a mystery.