Wen Zheng subconsciously glanced at the countdown and frowned deeply.
Thirty seconds left.
He couldn't help but make a quick calculation in his heart. Mare's ability to resist blows was beyond the limit that ordinary people could bear. If he knocked him down again, and if the opponent could still stand up, then adding the time of the referee's ink, he would be in the first round.
Definitely not going to win the game.
what to do?
Since you can stand up again after being knocked down, I have to make you unable to stand up.
Wen Zheng was so timid that he did not dare to delay and chose to take the initiative.
Ma Lei's eyes were red and he roared angrily. He hugged Wen Zheng from the waist as he jumped up with his whip legs, and smashed him to the ground viciously.
There was a dull loud noise in the octagonal cage, and the referee felt the table trembling. He subconsciously stepped back and wiped the sweat from his brow, feeling horrified in his heart.
So far, this is the highest level and craziest game he has ever seen in his career.
The two people on the field are desperate for their lives. The winner will be decided in the first five minutes of the first round. So far, they have all made deadly moves. Aren't they tired?
Wen Zheng was really tired. After all, the other party was a tireless drug addict who didn't give him any chance to breathe.
He saw that he made a mistake while busy and was smashed to the ground. His offensive rhythm once again fell into the hands of others. All he could do was to prevent the opponent from riding on his waist or take advantage of the situation to form a lock.
At this moment, Ma Lei completely forgot about any pre-match agreement. He only had one thought in his mind: to strangle Wen Zheng's neck, even if he kept twisting, he would be suffocated and become an idiot!
He took advantage of his weight and looked for opportunities like a bull.
Wen Zheng's previous targeted training was brought to its fullest at this time. He broke free from the opponent's restraints time and time again. While sweating profusely, he suddenly grabbed Ma Lei's arm and exerted force on his waist and abdomen, causing his whole body to roll over.
A common cross is formed.
The referee suddenly became nervous. At this time, it was difficult for Mare to break free. If he did not slap the ground and admit defeat, his arm would only be broken. What he could do was to protect the players from secondary injuries as much as possible.
Wen Zheng pressed Ma Lei's neck with his legs, held his arms with both hands and tried hard to push him back. However, the next scene completely subverted everyone's understanding.
Ma Lei roared angrily, lifted Wen Zheng up with one arm, and kept hitting him on the ring.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
There were loud noises, like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of hundreds of millions of viewers.
Is this special code still human? Why Xiang Yu, Li Yuanba is so powerful, it’s hard to say, anyway, who in the normal world can perform such shocking operations? Wen Zheng is not a child, and his weight and strength are not small!
When Ma Lei saw that Wen Zheng wouldn't let go, he became furious. He stood up suddenly, held up Wen Zheng who was stuck to his arm, and hit the iron cage.
Wen Zheng's back hurt, and he accidentally caught a glimpse of the countdown with more than ten seconds left.
He gritted his teeth and gave in, roared, held the opponent's arm and fell to the ground.
There was just a crisp click, accompanied by Ma Lei's wail. Wen Zheng let go and quickly rolled to the other side of the cage, waiting for the opponent to give up the game.
Seeing that Marley's arm was broken, the referee was about to step forward to ask to announce the end of the game. Unexpectedly, Marley pushed him away and roared: "Get away! I'm going to kill him!"
The referee stumbled back, confused on the spot.
Logically speaking, if your arm is broken, it means giving up the game. If you are so fierce, you won't retire and return to China early?
What grudge or grudge does this have against Wen Zheng? Do you want to be so inspirational?
The countdown bell has sounded outside the stadium.
There are ten seconds left in the first round.
Wen Zheng was panting, staring at Ma Lei who was rushing towards him again dragging his broken arm. His blood suddenly surged and he cursed angrily: "Fuck you, uncle!"
He took a trot step, shrank back slightly, and then thrust his shoulders upwards. When his whole body hit Mare's chest, he was also successfully strangled by Mare, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out on his head.
, blurring his vision.
There are still six seconds left.
Wen Zheng hit Ma Lei in the ribs with his elbow, but the other party didn't respond. He only felt the arm around his neck tightening instantly, and a feeling of suffocation suddenly swept through his body.
Five seconds.
Marei strangled Wen Zheng's neck and fell backwards to the ground, hoping to use the impact to break the most fragile part of the human body.
Four seconds.
Wen Zheng took advantage of the two of them to be in the air, exerted force with both hands, and strangely opened the arm around his neck. He only used his waist and abdomen in the air, and hit Ma Lei's thick body with one side.
neck, but this is not the end.
As soon as he stood firm, he hit Ma Lei's staggering calf with a whip kick, and the opponent's calf immediately deformed visibly to the naked eye.
The referee was horrified and hurriedly threw himself on the unconscious Marley to prevent Wen Zheng from making another fatal blow. At the same time, he waved his hands fiercely to signal the end of the game.
Mare's hands and feet are broken. Even if he wakes up soon, even if he can stand up again and persist, it is impossible for him to compete.
After all, Marley has lost his combat effectiveness, while Wen Zheng is relatively unscathed.
The countdown stops at two seconds.
In a burst of rapid ringing, the whole game is over, and the winner has been decided!
The whole stadium was boiling instantly, and there were endless curses, complaints, and cheers.
Team members from both sides rushed into the field together.
After the medical staff confirmed that Ma Lei, who had passed out, was not in danger of life, they simply fixed his severed limbs and quickly carried him to the hospital.
Lin Mo picked up Wen Zheng, whose face was covered with blood, and his excitement was beyond words.
The barrage in the live broadcast room was even more frantic.
"Fuck! Fuck! We won!"
"The troll fell down! Wen Zheng actually won, hahaha..."
"That's it? The trolls are not that powerful, and it's over in the first round? Wen Busheng is really fast."
"RNM, refund the money! Mare, are you worthy of us? Are you worthy of us!"
"Brother Meng, the wind on the rooftop is extremely strong today."
"Fake match! I suspect Ma Lei is an actor!"
"Why is Wen Zheng so violent all of a sudden? Urine test! He must be tested immediately!"
"Are you desperate to lose? If this is a fake match, then why the hell are there real matches in the world? I didn't see the two of them covered in blood like mad dogs biting each other. Their arms and legs were all broken. Even the director didn't dare to do more.
A close-up of the front? Are you saying this is a fake match?"
"My brother won the game, and you are so anxious? You are such a little troll, so ridiculous."
"Ma Lei is the one who should have a urine test. Judging from my five years of fighting experience, his performance is beyond the scope of human beings, especially his ability to withstand blows. It's so weird. He must be on drugs! As for Wen Zheng...
He should be a master of Chinese martial arts, having practiced it since he was a child, so he has a solid foundation."
"The trolls can't afford to lose, hahaha! Those who are not convinced should go and fight Wen Zheng?"
"It's so cruel. In reality, all the trolls can do is tremble, vent their anger, and have fun!"
"I just want to know, what else is there that Wen Zheng can't do? It's simply unbelievable!"
…
On the ring, the referee announced Wen Zheng's victory, but the sidelines were unusually deserted.
The host of the live broadcast room also concluded: "At the end of the game, we congratulate Wen Zheng for winning the first round! This is a result that no one expected. Although he was not favored by everyone before the game, everyone thought that as a singer
He will lose, including me, but he has proven himself with practical actions! Here I apologize to Wen Zheng, and I also advise netizens that the Internet is not a lawless place, please speak kindly and do good deeds!"
"A gentleman has no power! Wen Zheng is the perfect interpretation of these four words. He is not only an excellent singer, but also a qualified actor, but he is also an excellent fighter. In ancient times, there was a man like Sun Zhongmou who gave birth to a son. I think Wen Zheng also
It deserves such appreciation!”
"There is a saying that when a husband is born, he should carry a seven-foot sword to ascend to the rank of emperor! A good man should be like Wen Zheng! Let us congratulate Wen Zheng again! Let's look forward to his final battle in the Imperial Capital Division of the Singing Competition
Excellent performance! This concludes today’s broadcast, thank you all for watching.”
In front of the TV, gamblers were everywhere, but there was no sound.
Compared to Yao Guangxiao's triumph, Wang Datian and others almost had a heart attack at this moment. This time they even lost their pants.
Wang Datian dialed Zhang Fengzi's phone number and said in a deep voice: "I'm going to give it a go and stop the loss. On Baitian's side, I...I'm not discussing with you!"
Zhang Fengzi was silent for a moment and could only nod: "Okay, one Ma Lei can't replace Wen Zheng, so let Bai Tian try. Yao Guangxiao made a lot of money this time, but he also made public outrage. As long as he is defeated
Without Yao Guangxiao, although the Lin family is powerful, it cannot protect Wen Zheng. Who makes them officials? As officials, they must follow rules when doing things, but we don't have to do the opposite."