Duan Sanniang was defeated, so Wang Qing's forces sent out a fierce general named Xiang.
"Liangshan is shameless and anxious, please!"
Jiao Ting didn't dare to be careless and waved his hand in a gesture of invitation.
"Ah~"
He was not polite, shouted loudly, and rushed towards Jiao Ting. He wanted to use his strength to knock Jiao Ting down.
"Hold on~"
Jiao Ting turned around to avoid the attack of the evil tiger, and grabbed and pulled with both hands. He stretched and kicked his feet, twisted his body, and swung along with the force of the evil tiger.
Gululu~
He rolled twice on the ring and rolled out of the ring.
This is sumo wrestling, not a show of force.
"Liangshan has no face and is victorious!" Pei Xuan, a tough-faced man, announced.
"Okay~"
“It’s really wonderful~”
"Drink~"
The audience cheered in unison, this Liangshan hero is not bad at all.
After losing two battles, Li Su announced in the third team that he had given up. Sumo wrestling was not their specialty.
"Haha~ I have some abilities, but you are unlucky when I meet you, Uncle Jiang, today."
"I am Jiang Zhong, a member of the royal family of the imperial court."
A tall man with a height of nine feet, a beard, and a big belly rushed to the ring. He stretched out his hands, raised his breath, and made a loud bang, like an iron tower hitting the ring.
This man's name is Jiang Zhong. He is tall and powerful. When he goes to that station, he looks like a door god, so he is nicknamed Jiang Door God!
This Chiang Menshen is not a simple character either. He is good with guns and sticks, punches and kicks. His best skill is sumo wrestling.
Jiang Menshen once won the Taishan Sumo Championship for three years, and he was considered the number one figure in the world.
"please!"
"Please, please, Uncle Jiang is going to beat you today!"
Jiang Menshen was not polite, he pounced on him and got entangled with Jiao Ting.
"This Jiang keeper has some skills. I'm afraid Jiao Ting is no match for him."
Wu Song sighed, frowned and whispered to Wang Lun.
Wang Lun nodded, he also saw it, just like Jiao Ting is a professional athlete, but Jiang Menshen is the national champion, there is still a gap.
Sure enough, every attack by Jiao Ting was defused by Jiang Menshen. After all, they are all experts in this field. After Jiang Menshen became familiar with Jiao Ting's attacks, he launched a counterattack.
Thump~
"Jiang Zhong, the keeper of the Great Song Dynasty, wins!"
The iron-faced Pei Xuan was a little surprised, but he still announced it fairly and impartially.
"Hahaha~ When it comes to sumo wrestling, who can compare with me, Jiang Zhong! Come on, the thieves of Liangshan, grandpa is here, come up one by one if you have the ability!"
"Today I, Jiang Zhong, punched all the thieves in Liangshan and kicked all the thieves in the world!"
Chiang Menshen shows off his power and is full of arrogance in the ring, clamoring to let the world know what sumo is, you scum.
"Damn it, I'll do it~"
Pang Wanchun's sister Pang Qiuxia was so angry that her ears were red, and she wanted to go up to the ring, but was stopped by her brother.
"Sister, don't be impulsive. This Jiang Menshen has won the Taishan Sumo Wrestling Championship. You are no match for him. Let brother do it."
Pang Wanchun was good at martial arts, and he still knew this. Just when he was about to take the stage, a big man jumped out from the spectator seats.
"I am Wu Song, the general of Liangshan Tai Sui, the door god of Jiang. Today Tai Sui of Japan will beat you, the door god!"
Wu Song was so angry that he couldn't tolerate Jiang Menshen's clamor. With Wang Lun's acquiescence, he went directly to the stage to compete.
"Hmph, when you meet me, Jiang Menshen, today, you meet Tai Sui! Go to hell!"
Jiang Menshen looked at him, he was not as tall as himself, not as strong as him, what are you afraid of? Come on!
"Look at the punch!"
Wu Song rushed forward and fought with Jiang Menshen. The two used their sumo wrestling skills to fight for each other.
The door-god Jiang is tall and powerful, and Wu Song is powerful. Each has its own merits.
"Huhu~ This guy has so much strength, let me exhaust him to death!"
Jiang Menshen thought to himself that his endurance must be stronger than Wu Song's, so he should take his time.
"This guy has some skills in fighting on Mount Tai. It seems he needs to use some special skills."
Wu Song was also a little surprised at the strength of Jiang Menshen. He looked stern, took a deep breath, and rushed towards Jiang Menshen.
Jade ring steps, mandarin duck legs!
Wu Song used his unique skills and knocked down Jiang Menshen in one fell swoop. Then he used all his strength to hit Jiang Menshen in the face.
If he wanted to use Wu Song's fists to kill a glaring white-fronted tiger with his bare hands, how could Jiang Menshen survive? After receiving three punches, he went to see the King of Hell.
"Chiang Clan's Divine Soldier! Tai Sui God Wu Song wins!"
The tough-faced Pei Xuan came to fight Wu Song, checked Jiang Menshen, called two pawns to drag Jiang Menshen away, and loudly announced that Wu Song had won.
"Hiss~"
"It's so dead~"
All the spectators took a breath. Although they said before the game that they would not care about life or death, a nine-foot-tall man was actually beaten to death by Wu Song's three punches.
It was so shocking that Jiang Menshen didn’t even have a chance to beg for mercy.
Wu Song didn't say anything, and just stood on the ring, majestic and domineering, as if a god descended from heaven, frightening all the people to take two steps back.
"Fang Qiong, the powerful general under the command of the King of Jin, please come!"
Fang Qiong, one of Tian Hu's four powerful generals, came to power.
"please!"
In just three moves, Fang Qiong was pushed out of the circle by Wu Song.
"Tai Sui Shen Wu Song Sheng!"
"An Shirong, the powerful general under the command of the King of Jin, please!"
Wu Song threw An Shirong to the ground and pressed him down on his back.
"I give up~"
An Shirong was so frightened that he quickly gave up to avoid becoming the second Chiang Door-god.
"Tai Sui Shen Wu Song Sheng!"
"Chu Heng, the powerful general under the command of the King of Jin, please come!"
"Tai Sui Shen Wu Song Sheng!"
"Xiong Wei, under the command of the King of Jin, will come to Yulin, please!"
"Tai Sui Shen Wu Song Sheng!"
The iron-faced man looked at Wu Song with gleaming eyes. He was so shocked that he had lost five generals in a row.
"Hmph, Bian Xiang, the subordinate of the King of Jin!"
A nine-foot tall man, with a black face, is about to go on stage to fight.
"stop!"
"Jin Wang's people are too unruly. Each force can only send three people to compete in a ring, and there are four of you. Against the rules, I declare the sumo ring, Jin Wang's side is defeated, and he is not allowed to come on the stage again."
Wang Lun has a dark face, you are too shameless, you want to fight on wheels.
It was because Wu Song won too quickly that no one noticed that Jin Wang Tian Hu violated the rules.
"Uh~ We don't want to compete in sumo wrestling anymore."
Bian Xiang scratched his head naively, and it seemed like the same thing, the four mighty generals were all on board.
"Wu Song won five games in a row and withdrew from the competition. Yan Xiaoyi took the stage."
Wang Lun saw that the other forces were planning to fight, so he asked Wu Song to retreat and sent Yan Qing, the prodigal son, a real sumo master.
After all, there will be other competitions later that require Wu Song to compete. It would be bad if the previous sumo competition consumes too much energy.
"promise!"
Wu Song was fighting vigorously and wanted to continue fighting, but brother Wang Lun had spoken, so he had to give face.
"I am Yan Qing, the prodigal son, and a small pawn in Liangshan. I wonder which hero comes up to compete with me."
Yan Qing turned around and landed lightly on the ring, humbly bowing her hands to everyone in the audience.