Chapter 170： Billiard balls

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There was a chilling sound in the stadium's stands.

How much pain does it take to blow away so many big teeth? Even if the hateful Zamatoba was hit, everyone felt panicked for him.

Woohoo!

Zamatoba, lying on the platen, grunted and gasped, and for the first time a look of fear appeared in his eyes.

But this Indian Asan was really a bit mentally disabled. He was obviously afraid, but he had to pretend to be boney and said, "I think I just lost in speed. If you hit it hard, you can't beat me."

rub!

At least most of the audience in the stands were laughed at by the teaser.

"You Indian Asan, others have speed. Why can they just hit you?"

"You take a gun and someone else holds a knife. If you fight, wouldn't you use a gun and find a knife to fight against others?"

"No wonder your country is so backward, it's all your IQ, it's really underdeveloped."

Listening to the laughter of so many people, Zamatoba's black face was slightly red.

At the same time, Liu Feng also said with a smile: "Okay, I have no sense of accomplishment against you as a product of strength. If you really want to hit it hard, you will be hurt even more, and even your fragile self-esteem and confidence will disappear . "

thump!

After hearing what Liu Feng said, Zamatoba, who had shaken his confidence, suddenly stood up again.

This big head raised his hand and wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth, and said with a frown on his face: "Come, if you dare to punch me, even if you interrupt my hand, I will recognize it."

"I said that there are dozens of Chinese kung fu that break the hard qigong."

Liu Feng stared at this brain scrap and said with a smile: "You think about it, really want to ask for it?"

"Come on, I won't accept it, even if I'm asking for trouble." Zamatoba arched and stood in a stance while speaking.

Liu Feng took a T-step, put his gun in both hands, and stood up. "Come on, don't say that you have been bullied in Huaxia after returning to China, because you asked for it."

"There is so much nonsense, look at the punches."

boom!

Zamatoba's fist hit hard and cold.

But even if he hits a cold punch, he can't play a sneak attack. Liu Feng made his first comeback. When Zamatoba's arm was not completely straight, his fist was already hitting the opponent's fist.

In addition, when Liu Feng punched out, the middle fingertip was forward, as if a protruding iron wedge was added to the hammer of a hammer.

When the muffled sound of two fists against each other sounded, there was a rattling sound of bone fracture at the same time.

what……

With the attention of almost everyone holding his breath, Zamatoba screamed and retreated backwards.

Some sharp-eyed people found that the Indian Asan's forearm actually produced an arc that violated physiological phenomena at this time, and his fist had been fully unfolded, and the **** and the index finger also had an incontinuous form with an inner angle.

"Fuck, Liu Feng's fist is too cruel?"

"This Asan's forearm is broken, and his fingers are also broken. Fuck, Indian Kung Fu, and hard Qigong. How fragile is it to hit Liu Feng?"

"India Asan, do you understand? Our Huaxia man is tough enough, huh!"

Not only were men shouting and taunting Zamatoba, but many idiots were also screaming, especially the emphasis on Liu Feng being hard.

"No, it's impossible."

Zamatoba also knew that his half of his arm was broken, but he was still a bit unacceptable to the reality. "My master said that I have reached the third stage of my aquarium hard work, and I am definitely not able to achieve this achievement at this age. Why are you easily broken when you get five fingers? "

Liu Feng said with a smile: "Because you are an Indian, if Indian geniuses are thrown at Huaxia, they are at most mid-level. Are you satisfied with my explanation?"

"well said."

"Liu Feng, how do you say that makes sense?"

"Asan, go back to India and tell the masters of your country that you are at most mid-level in China, haha!"

At this moment, Zamatoba was completely discouraged.

After half a minute of silence on the ring, the Indian senior was finally lowering his proud head. "Liu Feng, I lost. I recognize it. I will return to China to continue to practice well, and I will challenge you in the future. "

"Well, if you have a mentality of studying and martial arts, confirming each other and progressing each other, I welcome you at will."

At this time, Liu Feng said very seriously: "But if you still want to come to Huaxia in the future, then I promise that you will be miserable every time."

Brother Feng's words were loud and loud, and everyone felt particularly energized. This is the courage that Huaxia masters should have.

call!

Zamatoba took another deep breath, and then turned silently off the ring.

In the gym, there were always doctors on site, but at this time, no medical staff stepped forward to help Zamatoba check his arm. Zamatoba did not ask the doctor for help, so he left with his own arm. Obviously, this Indian Asan was also a bit stubborn.

...

That night, the closing ceremony of the Universiade was grandly opened.

The competition system and schedule of this Universiade are almost the same as the previous ones. However, at the Games, a legend was left. The name of this person is Liu Feng!

Liu Feng, Yang Shiwen, Guo Wenyang and Wei Zixuan ~ www.novelhall.com ~ did not attend the closing ceremony.

When night fell, the four ran to a high-end club called Emperor Times. In addition to Miss Yang, the three buddies all have champion gold medals in their accounts. Naturally, we have to celebrate.

In the billiard room on the fifth floor of the emperor's era, Liu Feng and the three played fancy billiards. Yang Shiwen asked for a cup of Blue Mountain coffee, and watched with a smile.

"Wow, come in again, Brother Feng is so accurate."

"Yeah! This ball is even better. Pass it on!"

"Go in again, go in again, Brother Feng, are you going to take one shot? Are you not playing with them?"

While watching the ball, Miss Yang praised Liu Feng in a very affectionate tone.

Guo Wenyang and Wei Zixuan stood with clubs on their sides, wry smiles on their faces.

"I swear, I will not play with Fengfeng in the future. It seems that he can play all kinds of projects to a desperate level."

"Yeah, fifteen balls, five by one, but he won't give us a chance to play at all. If this is to catch rabbits and win fish, we could lose bankruptcy overnight."

When the two expressed helplessness, a waiter came over with three glasses of drinks.

"Excuse me, the three gentlemen. This is the freshly squeezed watermelon juice given by our shop to three guests ..."

boom!

The waiter didn't finish talking. Liu Feng suddenly hit the ball and hit the No. 9 ball against the base of the bottom pocket, but he failed to score a goal. Because the inertia was too great, the billiards flew out.

Then ... the waiter suddenly opened his mouth in fright, because the number nine ball flew towards him, exactly to his crotch.

"Oh my God, the billiard is about to hit the ball!" Miss Yang, drinking coffee, suddenly covered her mouth with one hand, and the words of a pretty lady came out.