Wang Fusheng let out a low roar from his throat, his eyes flashed with red light, and he stabbed Xia Yan sharply like a beast. Then the huge silver hammer in his hand suddenly raised, and a wave of air surged out.
"Dong dong dong~"
Wang Fusheng is not tall, but he is particularly eye-catching at this time. The clothes all over his body are bulging high, and his inner strength is constantly emanating. The solid talc ground under his feet is constantly vibrating.
Xia Yan drew out his long sword with a 'swish', eyes focused, staring at Wang Fusheng's arm. Wang Fusheng's arm was very long. If he swung the giant hammer in his hand, he would definitely be able to hit a position that ordinary people could not attack.
Everyone gasped, and the entire second floor suddenly became quiet.
Every time Wang Fusheng competes in a challenge, many bettors go crazy, because the brutal and murderous aura emanating from Wang Fusheng makes people feel a tense and exciting suffocation.
This feeling makes many people uncontrollably excited, which is one of the reasons why Wang Fusheng has so many supporters. Wang Fusheng's silver hammer makes many people worship him almost crazy.
After the silence, there was even more fanatical shouting!
"Huh~"
Wang Fusheng suddenly swung the silver hammer and struck Xia Yan's upper body. The hammer head carried a violent wave of air, as if it was indestructible. If it was hit hard, even if there was internal power to protect the body, he would probably die.
The corner of Xia Yan's mouth twitched slightly, and he took half a step back. The long sword in his hand formed a bright sword flower in the air, and then the tip of the sword moved upward slightly.
A huge surge of power came, and Xia Yan hurriedly withdrew his sword skillfully before all the power arrived. The power on the head of Wang Fusheng's hammer was too huge. If Xia Yan resisted forcefully, he would be asking for trouble.
With the help of part of the power transmitted from the sword tip, Xia Yan's body moved about a foot to the right like a ghost, barely dodging the blow.
Wang Fusheng sneered, "Let's see how long you can hide!"
Immediately afterwards, another hammer was swept, and a layer of air waves swept across the ground, causing the tables and chairs in the distance to vibrate.
"Ling Luo may have struggled a little this time!"
In a special room, Li Tianlun held his hands together and said indifferently.
"This Wang Fusheng is good at discerning the enemy's thoughts, and his moves are vicious and deadly. Due to the restrictions of the arena, it will be difficult for Lingluo to defeat Wang Fusheng with his physical skills!"
Next to Li Tianlun was the stunning Yafen in a red dress.
"Wang Fusheng is cruel by nature. He used to fight in close quarters with wild beasts. If he got the chance, Ling Luo... In previous challenges, Wang Fusheng's opponents were either dead or disabled." Li Tianlun's eyes were half-squinted and he touched with his fingers.
jaw.
"Will Ling Luo be defeated? Now, Wang Fusheng has exerted his 80-degree martial arts power. It seems that Ling Luo is having a hard time dodging!" Yafen looked at the ring below with beautiful eyes. She always felt that Ling Luo shouldn't
Defeated by Wang Fusheng.
Li Tianlun smiled softly, "Haha, let's just keep reading!"
In just a few breaths, Wang Fusheng had already swung dozens of blows at Xia Yan, and every blow was accompanied by a sharp sound of wind. Ling Luo, on the other hand, could barely dodge every time he seemed to have been hit.
’s silver hammer, everyone felt that Lingluo seemed to be in danger.
"Boy, coward, do you only know how to dodge?" Wang Fusheng shouted loudly, the sound was like thunder, and suddenly stepped heavily on the ground. Filled with internal energy, he rushed towards Xia Yan like a ferocious beast.
At this time, Xia Yan had been forced to retreat into a corner. Wang Fusheng's silver hammer blocked almost all of Xia Yan's dodge routes. If Xia Yan really wanted to continue to dodge, he would have to retreat and exit the ring.
, Xia Yan also lost this challenge.
At this moment, Xia Yan smiled coldly, "That's it now"!
The figure flashed, and the afterglow of the long sword slashed forward casually, and then touched the tip of the toe, as if a dragonfly was touching the water. Then the body twisted strangely, yes, it was twisted!
Within everyone's sight, Xia Yan's body seemed to be divided into three parts, and each part rushed out in a different direction. This was an illusion created by Xia Yan's speed, which was too fast.
"This is..." Wang Fusheng glared, his face changed drastically, and his silver hammer smashed into the sword light, but there was no collision as expected.
Wang Fusheng, who was fighting with Xia Yan, did not immediately see where Xia Yan's true identity was.
"This is a shadow!" Wang Fusheng immediately woke up and swept his right hand holding the silver hammer. The silver hammer with air waves swept towards the right side of his body. Only then did he feel a murderous aura coming from the right.
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Xia Yan sneered, and everyone saw that the body that seemed to be divided into three suddenly came together again, and the long sword in his hand stabbed Wang Fusheng's throat. The speed was so fast that no one could follow him.
"This is impossible!" Wang Fusheng yelled, Yin Zhui wanted to save him, but he didn't even see how Xia Yan's long sword came to him.
"Ding~"
"Bang~"
Snap!
In the process of thrusting out the long sword, Xia Yan moved a little to the left, and the tip of the sword hit the silver hammer accurately, sparking a spark and making a violent collision sound. Then he flew up with his kick, leaving a trace in the air.
An afterimage kicked Wang Fusheng directly in the abdomen. Wang Fusheng's body flew into the air and fell far away from the edge of the ring.
The whole place was in a state of silence!
The bettors who were howling loudly looked at the scene in front of them in shock. This scene made many bettors' minds instantly go blank.
Wang Fusheng was actually kicked out.
"Pfft~"
Xia Yan's kick was not light. After Wang Fusheng's body drew an arc in the air and landed, he spat out a mouthful of blood and stared at Xia Yan fiercely. Wang Fusheng had been fighting wild beasts for decades, and his hands were unknown.
Stained with so much blood, his eyes were so vicious that they were even worse than those of those cruel beasts.
"You lost!" Xia Yan said coldly.
Just now, he actually had the opportunity to kill Wang Fusheng with a sword, but he didn't do it. Xia Yan was only fifteen years old this year. He had never killed anyone. Even though he was on the verge of danger many times just now, he still didn't take the opportunity to kill Wang Fusheng.
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Wang Fusheng gasped for breath and held the silver hammer in his hand tighter.
Under normal circumstances, he should have taken the initiative to admit defeat. However, he has not been knocked out of the ring now, so the venue will not immediately judge him as a loser.
Xia Yan glanced at the surrounding rooms. At this time, the bettors woke up. Some were surprised and some were dejected. It was also clear at this time which people were betting on Lingluo to win and which people were betting on Wang Fusheng to win.
"It seems that I also won a thousand gold coins!" Xia Yan's eyes flashed.
"Yeah...go to hell..."
At this moment, Wang Fusheng, who had been lying on the ground vomiting blood, suddenly jumped up like a wounded cheetah. The silver hammer in his hand was instantly transferred to his left hand, and he used the move 'Silver Hammer Breaking the Sky'.
Xia Yan had a warning sign in his heart. He took three steps back as if his physical condition was catastrophic, and his eyes narrowed, "This Wang Fusheng uses a silver hammer in his left hand, which is much more powerful than his right hand. His real strongest killing move is the silver hammer in his left hand."
Hammer instead of his right hand!”
At this moment, Xia Yan realized the terrifying power of the silver hammer wielded by Wang Fusheng's left hand.