"And with me, your father will win!"
Wang Xu gave a faint smile.
"Thank you, Mr. Wang."
Pang Fengyue is grateful.
On the other hand, several other Pang's martial arts disciples standing beside Lengwu gave Wang Xu a glance. Many people frowned slightly. They didn't know why Wang Xu dared to say such big words.
But they didn't say anything. After all, Wang Xu's words seemed to comfort their younger martial sister.
"Are you Pang Daoxing? Not bad, let me feel a sense of long lost danger. In the ring, I haven't felt like this for a long time, and you are very good
At the same time, on the dragon and tiger arena, Chaman watched Pang Dao walk up, looked at him with quiet eyes, and said with a smile like a poisonous snake:
"In the ring, it is doomed that only one king can go down. Unfortunately, today, it will be your death. "
With that, Chapman raised his right hand slightly, made a strange etiquette, and calmly said:
"Please, I'll let you do it first. And the second move, I will attack with all my strength. If you can survive, I will let you do it again! "
Chaman's words are very direct and arrogant.
But countless people around him did not feel that he was arrogant and forced. He only thought that this was the real pride of a champion.
"Chapman! Chapman! Chapman
People cheered wildly, shouting Chaman's name.
In the face of Chaman's great pressure, Pang Daoxing has no expression on his face. However, in his heart, there is also a frenzied surge of anger.
Give him a move?
One more move, let him do another?
Although Chaman is an expert in the underground black boxing circle in Southeast Asia, he has a great reputation, but Pang Daoxing is also a top boxer who has been famous in West Island for more than 20 years. How can he be insulted?
"Since Chaman is so confident, I'd rather be respectful than obedient."
The more anger in his heart, the more calm Pang Daoxing was. Boxing ring is the place of life and death, and there is no room for him to lose his sense of propriety.
Next second.
He stepped forward slightly and bowed his hind legs slightly. The essence of Pang's chanting spring, which had been immersed in for decades, was revealed on the spot. He chased the horse and held the palm of willow leaves. He was as fierce as a dragon and tiger.
Touch!
In one step, the whole dragon and tiger arena seemed to vibrate slightly. Pang Daoxing's muscles and bones all worked in an instant, and his tendons almost twisted into a dragon. His skin was like thick cowhide, and a thick tiger like momentum suddenly burst out from him.
"What do the Southeast Chinese boxers mean? That's decent. I didn't mistake you. You're worth it. "
Chapman nodded slightly.
Lengwu suddenly whispered under the stage
"Shifu tried his best. The meaning of the God of boxing is very powerful, but the spirit of loss is also very great. The average boxer can only hit the meaning of the God of boxing five to six times in a battle, and the highest limit of Shifu is only ten times. But he hasn't been well since he was injured last time.... "
At this point, Lengwu's voice was already full of anxiety. Several of his brothers are also staring at the stage, clenching their fists, hoping to go up instead of Pang Daoxing.
Pang Fengyue's face was very pale, and she kept mumbling to pray for her father.
Only Wang Xu's eyes flickered and his face was calm.
Next second.
On the dragon and tiger arena, Pang Daoxing didn't say a word. His right leg suddenly turned into a running dragon. Under the power of terror, he took up his whole body and broke through the air. Like a silent downhill tiger, he hit Chaman with one punch.
The power of a fist is as powerful as a tiger going down the mountain and as powerful as a wild dragon. Its power is incredible.
Lu Zhangqi sat on a mahogany high chair, her eyes shaking fiercely. If Pang Daoxing had used this method in the last battle, her most powerful greedy wolf would have been unable to stop even three moves.
But now, Chaman is unexpectedly standing in the same place, actually is really not stop not hide, as if to fulfill his previous promise.
When his fist was one inch close to his body, he clenched his fist and blew out the same fist.
At the last moment, it suddenly turned into a hand, like a poisonous snake, entangled with Pang Daoxing's wrist.
"Click!"
With a bone crack, Chaman stepped back three steps, his face slightly heavy. However, the wrist of Pang Daoxing's right hand had been strangely bent outwards, as if it had been broken under Chaman's sudden attack.
But at this time, Chaman also did not continue to fulfill the previous commitment, what let a move, let a move and so on.
He didn't keep any hands. His figure flashed. He had reached Pang Daoxing's side. His left leg came out of the air like a steel knife, tearing the air.
Pang Daoxing's reaction is also very fast. His right hand is abandoned, but his left hand is fiercely hit to the side. His elbow is like a sharp blade, facing the foot that Chaman kicked.
But this moment.
Chaman suddenly raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth. His feet were as straight as the tip of a knife. The sole of his shoes rubbed and a sharp blue blade popped up. He doubled his speed again and poked directly into Pang Daoxing's elbow.
"Boom!"
It's like a pickup truck crashing.
Pang Daoxing flew out seven or eight meters sideways and fell on the stone ground of the challenge arena. His left elbow was full of blood. The blood was not red, but with a trace of dark and fishy smell.
It was obvious that the blade on which Chaman's sole suddenly popped out was carrying some extremely toxic poison.
Because of the speed of fighting between the two sides, the blade is extremely secret, and few people can observe it. In most people's eyes, Pang Daoxing is not the enemy of Chaman at all.
"Dad
Pang Fengyue suddenly stood up and yelled. Her face was pale. Then she turned to look at Wang Xu and said anxiously and painfully:
"Mr. Wang, it's not a May 5 victory at all. I knew that my father's injury was not healed, and he was not chalman's opponent at all. Please help him
Wang Xu's eyes twinkled slightly, and his voice was colder
"The soles of Chaman's shoes are covered with poisoned special blades. It's my negligence. I didn't expect that there would be such shameless things in the ring."
"What?"
Smell speech, one side of Lengwu and a group of boxing hall disciples suddenly angry, angry eyes are red.
"Mean! Shameless
"Fuck! This Nanyang monkey dares to use his tricks. We must kill him today! "
"But this is the dragon and tiger arena. It's a rule for hundreds of years..."
"What the hell are the rules at this time? Do you want to watch master poisoned by such a villain? "
The disciples, who are excited and aggressive, don't care about anything and rush to the dragon and tiger arena with red eyes.
No matter what Wang Xu said is true or false, Pang Daoxing's current situation is extremely dangerous. Even if it is false, it must be regarded as true.
And the same second.
On the other side of the challenge arena, Lu Zhangqi's followers showed no sign of weakness. They also strode to the dragon and tiger challenge arena. After a long distance, they began to roar.
"People of Pang's boxing house, do you want to break the rules of dragon and tiger arena for hundreds of years?"
"Or can't you afford to lose?"
"A bunch of trash!"
And off stage.
At this time, it was a dead silence. No one thought that Pang Daoxing, a famous boxer in the West Island, was so easily defeated by Chaman that he almost died.
It's a little bit incredible.
With a faint proud smile on his face, Chapman stood in the middle of the dragon and tiger challenge arena. He didn't mean to pursue. He just said with a faint smile:
"It's too weak. I heard that you were injured and left two points of strength on purpose. I thought you could have a few moves with me, but I didn't expect that you were so weak!"
"Chinese warrior, Southeast boxer, master of horizontal training..."
"Oh, you let me down!"