When the two stand on the ring, not to mention their fighting ability, they can tell each other apart at a glance just by their ability to show off.
The King of Fighters uses a thick cigar, which naturally burns much longer than one of Xiao Feng's cigarettes, which is equivalent to a slap in the face.
Under the ring, the audience roared. Where did General Yu find this master? Is he really that awesome? Or is he just pretending? How long does it take to burn a cigarette? In just a few minutes, can he Get rid of the fighting king who is as famous as the Muay Thai King.
Everyone has seen the fighting power of the King of Fighters. It is absolutely powerful. He fought several times and never lost. The whole process, except for a few, was like the wind sweeping away fallen leaves, directly beating the opponent to a disability. .
As a master, you naturally have the right to show off. Although everyone is a little bit disgusted by the King of Fighters' pretentious method of killing you with a cigar, but because they are really awesome and driven by common interests, Naturally, I won’t say much.
But now, another 'master' who is not sure whether he is awesome or not, but is super show-off, has appeared, and the scene has become lively immediately, especially the place where the bets are placed, which is surrounded by people inside and outside.
Under the protection of the six-pointed star, Zhang Yu walked towards the place where the bets were placed. Herbal Tea was at the front: "Everyone, get out of the way."
When everyone saw General Yu coming, they all moved out of the way to see what kind of plane he was going to make!
"General Yu, what are you doing?" The man in charge is a veteran force, and he is also one of the leaders of this arena.
Zhang Yu looked at the bearded man in front of him and sneered in his heart. This grandson must be in the same group as the Luxli family, otherwise why would he be so enthusiastic?
"I'll place the bet," Zhang Yu is no longer a street gangster. Now he can completely keep his emotions and anger in his face, and he won't clamor to destroy other people's whole families if he gets even the slightest bit angry.
"Place your bet on whose bet," the bearded man was startled.
"Your head was squeezed by your wife's anus. It belongs to me. Who do you think I'll get?" Zhang Yu's tone was a bit cold. Although the other party was also a general, he was not afraid at all.
Murderous intent flashed in the bearded man's eyes: "General Yu, how much do you want to lay down?"
"Just bet 300 million," Zhang Yu said calmly, and threw the bank card Xiao Feng gave him on the table: "Don't make a mistake, he's the one who betted me."
300 million, there was an uproar around it. So far, the highest single bet has not been more than 50 million. Now Zhang Yu suddenly bet 300 million. Is it because he has broken the pot and really has confidence in his own master?
There was a discussion going on, Zhang Yu looked at Beard with no expression on his face and said, "Be prepared for your odds, don't lose all your pants." After saying that, he turned around and went back, not afraid that Beard would not admit it in the end.
The bearded man looked at Zhang Yu's back, his face darkened, and he looked at the bank card on the table. If the King of Fighters really loses, then he will really lose Dafa.
Many people are not fools when they see Zhang Yu spending hundreds of millions of gold. After a little hesitation, they all buy less and Zhang Yu's side will win. That way, even if they lose in the end, they won't feel bad, and it will be better if they win.
On the ring, Xiao Feng and the Fighting King stood opposite each other, cigars and cigarettes burning with smoke, especially the cigarette, which had already burned one fifth.
"What's your name?" the fighting king glanced at the cigarette, not daring to look down upon him, and asked in a ferocious voice.
"You are not qualified to ask, okay, stop talking nonsense, let's get started, come on, don't say that I won't give you a chance, just do it first." Xiao Feng just stood on the ring loosely, with one foot high and the other low. Shaking up, he looked like a street gangster.
However, the fighting king really did not dare to look down upon him, because he was an expert and had already stepped into the ranks of masters. Although Xiao Feng stood loosely, but in his eyes, he was surprised that the opponent had no flaws or loopholes at all, as long as he As soon as he moves, he can attack or defend instantly.
The fighting king's steps were very light, and he started to circle around Xiao Feng, trying to find some flaw, then he would deliver the most powerful and fatal blow, causing this opponent who was more pretentious than himself to lie down and fly off the ring.
Xiao Feng frowned slightly when he looked at the King of Fighters. He didn't expect that he was not a fool, he was quite shrewd.
"Drink," finally, the fighting king found a 'flaw', he shouted and launched an attack.
The Fighting King used his feet hard, jumped up, and kicked Xiao Feng's neck with a sharp side kick. At the same time, he followed closely with his other foot and kicked Xiao Feng's abdomen.
In the view of the fighting king, one of the two strikes will be successful. As long as any one strike is successful, Xiao Feng will be severely damaged, and then he can be brutally tortured.
It's a pity that the ideal is very full, but the reality is very skinny. The next second, the Fighting King's face changed drastically, and he wanted to retreat in time, but he used old moves and retreating was no longer possible.
"Kick me, damn, I'll break your legs," Xiao Feng sneered. The cigarette was already half burned. He didn't want to waste too much time. He had blown his awesomeness. If he couldn't complete it, he would become a fool in the eyes of everyone. .
Even though Xiao Feng was standing on the ring harmlessly just now, in fact, he had already been preparing the triple strength and bridge-breaking skills. He was just waiting for the opponent to attack, and then he would strike back fiercely.
The triple strength + bridge breaking hand can be said to be the strongest move that Xiao Feng can unleash nowadays. Although the fourth strength can be used occasionally, once he uses it, he feels like his whole body's strength has been drained. Even if he recovers now, he still can't. Don't dare to use it lightly.
In the past, Xiao Feng liked to use the second level of strength. Although it was less powerful, he was skillful in using it. The most important thing was that his body could bear it. Now that he has recovered, the third level of strength can also be used. Although he is not that skillful, he just brewed it. After so long, it was enough to succeed in one blow.
Even if the bridge breaker blessed by the triple strength cannot reach the level of master who can break the bluestone bridge, it is probably not much different. When the fighting king hit him twice in a row, he sneered and broke his leg when he stretched out his hand. Just cut off the hand, nothing careless.
'Bang', Xiao Feng's palm, mixed with the fierce wind, hit hard on the right leg kicked by the Fighting King. At the same time, he stepped back, and applied his second strength to the foot, and then struck again and kicked. At the left ankle where he kicked.
"Crack, click, click", there were two crisp sounds of bone cracking almost in no particular order, and then the fighting king's screams sounded, making the whole audience audible.
Everyone's eyes widened, and some even stood up in shock. Looking at the fighting king in the ring, a chill rose in their hearts. A master, a real master.
The Fighting King's right leg was hit by the Bridge Breaker, and it had completely turned into a V-shape. The bones were completely broken, and there were even sharp bone fractures that pierced the flesh. The white bones penetrated through, and it was particularly oozing...
As for his left ankle, it was completely shattered and deformed. The left foot was so soft that it couldn't bear the force at all. Even the most advanced hospital and the most brilliant surgeon in the world probably couldn't let the fighting king do it again. It's back to what it was before.
The fighting king collapsed, fell on the ring, and fell in a pool of blood. The pain made his whole body tremble and he screamed miserably.
Next to him, Xiao Feng looked at him condescendingly and smiled playfully: "I decided before that whatever you use to attack me, I will destroy something about you. Haha, I didn't expect you, an unlucky kid, to use your legs. Then I have no choice but to disable your legs. You will sit in a wheelchair for the rest of your life."
When Xiao Feng finished speaking, the burning cigarette was extinguished. Just as he said, one cigarette can destroy the King of Fighters, and he did it.
In fact, no one is blind. Everyone can see clearly that a real battle only lasts for a moment. The time for a cigarette is too long.
What they don't know is that without the previous preparation, Xiao Feng would not be able to deliver such a sharp blow. If he wants to destroy the fighting king who is comparable to the mad battle, even the current Xiao Feng will have to fight head-on. Waste a lot of time.
Xiao Feng wanted this kind of effect. With a sharp blow, the world went silent. Look at the stunned people below the ring. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He was not pretending to be awesome, but he was truly awesome.
Below, except for the three kills, almost everyone was shocked, including Zhang Yu, who was most familiar with Xiao Feng. He felt that he really couldn't figure out Xiao Feng's true strength. Was he so powerful at his peak?
Before, when Xiao Feng said that he was the master, he thought it was just a joke. When Xiao Feng stood on the ring and said the time for a cigarette, he looked calm on the surface, but was worried in his heart, but the result made him shocked.
This is not the time of a cigarette. It only takes a few seconds to destroy the fighting king. If Brother Feng hadn't used his style to give the opponent a chance to take action, the time of a cigarette would have destroyed dozens of fighting kings. This What kind of fighting power is it? Even Wuming cannot achieve three kills.
"Three, three kills, Brother Feng is so powerful now," Zhang Yu turned his head and looked at the three kills, speaking so excitedly that it was a little awkward.
"Um,"
"Then he is better than you,"
"I don't know," Sansha looked at Xiao Feng on the ring, his gray eyes thoughtful. Only when he reaches their level can he see something fishy.
"Damn it, Brother Feng is so naughty, do his wives know?" Zhang Yu was really excited. Brother Feng is so powerful, the overall situation has been decided.
Not far away, the man with the beard looked extremely ugly. It was over. This time he really had to lose his pants. The bet of 300 million, plus the odds, had doubled several times.
"I said, give me the money when you can," Zhang Yu's arrogant voice sounded just when the beard had a headache and a sore balls.
In the past few days, despite Zhang Yu's outward appearance, he was actually very aggrieved. But now, that aggrievedness was gone and he became arrogant again.
"General Yu, look, I don't have that much cash..." Bearded Beard really didn't dare to deny it, otherwise he wouldn't be able to get along in the Golden Triangle.
"If you don't have that much cash, it's okay. Just transfer all the money in your card. If it's still not enough, use drugs to pay off the debt." Zhang Yu was very talkative, and he was already overjoyed.