Chapter 368

At the end of the draw, Tang Zheng failed to keep good luck. He had to compete with Siamese somba for the final qualification. Somba was very excited.

"I can finally fight with you, and that's my trip." Said somba with high spirits.

Somba's goal is very clear. He is coming for Tang Zheng. The champion of the Wulin conference is not very attractive to him at all.

This time, he can have a fair competition with Tang Zheng on the field, which makes him get what he wants.

This time, Yu Zhankui appeared again. PI xiaorou looked at the two men and said, "I wish them a successful start. Let's play."

Mutu, the westerner, glared at Tang Zheng with fierce eyes and said, "I hope you don't fail. I'm still waiting for a decisive battle with you."

Looking at Mutu, Tang Zheng's height of 1.8 meters is a little thin under the altitude of more than two meters. He said boldly, "don't worry, I will beat you down in the final."

"I'll see." Said Mutu in a murderous voice.

Tang Zheng and song Ba stepped onto the challenge arena. When they arrived, the cheers of the crowd seemed to break through the sky. Thousands of eyes were fixed on them, especially Tang Zheng.

Songba didn't seem to hear the shouts from all around. In his eyes, there was only one person - Tang Zheng. His boxer gradually grasped it. Under the dark skin, there were blue tendons bulging, just like a python wrapped around his arm. It was terrible.

"I hope you will fight me with all your strength." Said somba in a loud voice.

Tang Zheng said: "then it depends on whether you have such a strong strength, you can force out all my strength."

Somba did not get angry, but his eyes were shining. With such a powerful opponent, it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him.

Roar!

Song Ba shouts, toes a little, a steel and iron like flying legs sweep to Tang Zheng.

PA!

The air was compressed and made a loud noise. Before Tang Zheng was hit by his flying leg, he felt a strong wind attacking his neck.

Somba's first move is to sweep his neck directly. If he can't dodge, his neck will be broken. This is an absolute kill move.

Somba has participated in numerous black boxing competitions, so every move is to try to defeat the opponent and make him lose his resistance.

Tang Zheng quickly raised his arm and blocked it by his neck.

Bang!

The flying leg sweeps the middle arm, the arm is still, but the flying leg is bounced back, sweeping the railing of the challenge arena, with a click, the railing is directly kicked and bent.

Hiss!

The audience took a breath of cool air. How powerful it must be. Even the hollow steel tube with baby's arm was kicked.

Songba hasn't landed yet, but his elbow attack comes up again, and runs directly to Tang Zheng's chest. Tang Zheng is also an elbow attack, and his elbows collide. Songba takes a small step backward.

Obviously, in terms of strength, somba is a little inferior.

But somba is not afraid. Only when the other side is strong enough, can he be excited enough. The blood in his body will almost boil and accelerate the flow.

His dark cheek also appeared a few red, a sudden low roar, with both hands and feet.

In an instant, he attacked nine moves in a row, all of which were virtual shadows, but each of them contained a deadly force of terror.

Tang Zheng's counterattack speed is faster, his hands seem to have disappeared, only to see a piece of virtual shadow, but completely took the attack of the other party.

In a short time, the speed of the two people is faster and faster. Only two figures are seen moving between the challenge arena. You come and I go. It's very dangerous.

The challenge arena suffered. I don't know how many holes have been added, and the general railings are twisted like a twist.

This is the consequence of their influence. The referee who was standing on the stage saw this and jumped off the challenge arena.

In such a fight, I still stay in the challenge arena. I feel like I have a long life.

The audience held their breath one after another, although the previous games were also wonderful enough to make them feast their eyes and appreciate the real charm of Kung Fu.

But this time, they understood the terrible and destructive power of Kung Fu. Those down martial arts sects shut up one after another, and their throats seemed to be caught. They couldn't breathe.

"Who said Chinese martial arts are HuaQuan and embroidered legs? Let them have a look. What is this? It's Chinese martial arts. It's a real killing skill."

The audience was boiling, shouting the name of Kungfu brother one after another, cheering and other cheering sounds like overwhelming.

In the VIP box, Louis watched the battle on the challenge arena with his eyes burning. Mutu stood beside him respectfully.

"Mutu, how do you win the battle with him?" Louis asked.

"Little Lord, very sure," said Mutu confidently

Louis hooked up and said, "Oh, are you so confident?"

"Of course, no matter how strong he is, he is just an ordinary human being. How could he be my opponent?" Mutu said firmly."Ordinary people? Ha ha, I didn't expect that the cultivation of martial artists in China could reach this level. It's no wonder that in the war a hundred years ago, our Western Empire didn't win the final victory. Without the elimination of martial artists, this country can't really fall into our hands. " Luis's open hand became a fist.

"Little Lord, our failure a hundred years ago will never be repeated this time. Under the leadership of little Lord, our empire will surely occupy this fertile land." Mutu said.

Dong Dong!

There was a knock. Mutu opened the door and saw wells and Yu Zhankui standing outside.

"Come in." Louis said without looking back.

When they entered the room, Yu Zhankui seemed a little restrained and slightly bent. He glanced at Louis sitting upright from the corner of his eyes, and quickly lowered his head.

"Little Lord, this is Yu Zhankui, chairman of the martial arts association." Wells said.

Young Lord turned his head to look at him and nodded: "chairman Yu, I see your contribution to our Western Empire, and you will get double returns in the future."

Yu Zhankui immediately thanked Dede: "thank you, young Lord, this is all I should do."

"You also arranged for Mutu to go straight to the final after this draw." Little Lord said.

Yu Zhankui said: "in fact, there is no difficulty for Mr. Mutu to advance directly. We just want Tang Zheng to live another day."

It turns out that there was a dark curtain in the previous draw, and Mutu has already been determined as the lucky one. In this way, Mutu can directly advance and have more time to recover his strength for tomorrow's final.

"Young Lord, somba in Siam is very powerful. If Tang Zheng fails in this war, Mr. Mutu will not be needed to deal with him." Yu Zhankui said courteously.

"Oh, do you think Tang Zheng is not an opponent of somba?" Louis asked curiously.

Yu Zhankui glanced at the challenge arena, and the battle between them was very fierce. He said indeterminate, "after all, somba is the first master of Siam, and Tang Zheng is not necessarily his opponent."

Louis snorted coldly, and said, "short-sighted."

Yu Zhankui's face changed a lot and said: "yes, I can only do a little Kung Fu. I can't see their victory."

Louis said lightly, "within ten moves, Tang Zheng will surely win."

Ten moves?

In Yu Zhankui's heart, is Tang Zheng really so powerful? Now it's clear that the fight is inextricable. I can't see the clue.

How can Tang Zheng win in ten moves?

However, no one dared to question Louis's words, and everyone looked at the arena attentively.

At the same time, Li Xiaotian and others also looked at the challenge arena, and Li Xiaotian murmured, "Tang Zheng's strength has really improved rapidly, he is really a freak, how can he be so powerful?"

Li xiaotianxin said that according to Tang Zheng's cultivation speed, she will be compared with Tang Zheng before long. But she didn't know that Tang Zheng's accomplishments are no less than her.

Songba's excited face has become very dignified, and the look in his eyes has dissipated a little, and his teeth have been clenched.

From the beginning, song BA's attack was extremely swift and violent, reaching his own limit, but Tang Zheng took over one by one, and was not hurt at all.

In addition, Tang Zheng's strength is endless, and it becomes fiercer and fiercer as he gets to the back. Songba gradually feels the difficulty.

Tang Zheng didn't fully exert himself from the beginning. Instead, he waited for the successive attacks of the other side. He wanted to see the strength of Taiquan.

Thai Boxing does have its own unique features. It doesn't have much internal strength, but the strength is integrated into the muscles and bones, which is the result of hard work.

This makes every seemingly simple attack of somba contain killing moves. However, Tang Zheng has the essence of genuine Qi, and the speed and strength of every attack are all over Song BA's head.

Therefore, songba will feel more and more hard to fight. Gradually, a cold sweat came up on his forehead and dripped down his dark cheek.

Tang Zheng understood that he had extracted all the strength of the other side, so he was ready to end the fight. He took a deep breath, his real breath was surging, and his fist was shining.

This ray of light is not obvious, but songba, who is close by, can't help but take a breath.

Whoosh!

When a fist strikes, it seems to be no different from the previous fist, but it is quite different in somba's eyes.

This fist is just like a mountain peak pressing down straight, which makes him have an impulse to beg for mercy on his knees.

However, songba is not an ordinary person after all. He clenches his teeth, mobilizes his whole body strength and welcomes him with double fists.

One to two!

Tang Zheng's face was calm, his feet were as motionless as if they had roots. With the sound of song Ba bang, his feet broke the arena and fell into it. His look quickly faded down, and the brilliance of his eyes gradually faded.

Poof!

A mouthful of blood gushed out and he fell to the ground.

At the same time!There was a loud bang, and the riddled arena collapsed. The dust was flying. The frightened audience screamed, but no one looked away, because this scene was so wonderful and unforgettable.

As the dust dissipated, a man stood in the ruins of the challenge arena. His face was calm, as if nothing had happened. But he was in the dust, spotless and awe inspiring.