"The Wu clan - [Great Demon] Wu Yi, accept your challenge." ￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥￥ touch…… After thinking for a long time, I finally thought of an idea that might be used to win the game on a technical level. Volume 628: Chapter : The Detention of the Demons and the Instant Summoning of the Demons The referee who was responsible for deciding the final result was a thin man wearing glasses. His gentle face, neatly combed black short hair, and the short-sleeved shirt and trousers with vertical stripes under the bow tie make him look more like the manager of a football team than a referee of a boxing match. He stood between the two of them, raised one arm high as usual, and paused solemnly. "Both fighters have arrived. I have a few words to say before the final match. Although Kengan matches are different from other underground fighting matches and have low-purity rules such as out-of-bounds countdowns, in our Kengan matches, as long as no fighters commit fouls during the match, the role of the referee is basically minimal. All we do is announce the start and end of the match." "However, in this competition venue with more than 100,000 people gathered, I will be the representative and witness it from the closest distance until the very end!"
Referee Tian Cheng's voice suddenly became louder, and his raised arm began to tremble slightly due to excessive excitement. "Both parties, take your positions!" "ready, go!!!" boom! As soon as the words were spoken, the ground suddenly caved in and there was a loud explosion. Wu Yi took the lead and rushed forward. His unparalleled speed made his figure disappear in the venue in an instant. In the audience, Yu Lei Ling, who was sitting on the side of the participating company Golden Entertainment and was being affectionate with his own Queen Bee president, suddenly widened his eyes. He was defeated by Kuroki in the third round. At that time, with his brain under suggestion, he successfully freed himself from some of the restrictions on his body, similar to the liberation of the Wu clan, and used the fastest lightning flash in the history of Lei Xinliu, but all attacks were blocked without exception under the defense of Hei Mu, which had no blind spots and was like a tall and majestic Hei Mu City. The speed Wu Yi burst out at this moment has completely surpassed his fastest lightning strike at that time, and even surpassed the sound! [Instant open, liberation]! catch-- [Fire Sky Type·Fire]! The terrifying wind pressure came towards him, and Wu Yi arrived at the place where the wind was blowing in an instant. The wind was blowing in the air, and Wu Yi was in a state of panic. Logically speaking, this is an absolutely unreasonable tactic. Although the attack range of the Russian overhead punch is longer than that of ordinary punches, due to the large forward swing amplitude, it is easy to reveal flaws that can be seized by opponents who are skilled in "first-attack" and "last-attack". But Wu Yi's speed was too fast. In that less than second, even if he was holding back, he would not be able to stop him. Bang! ! ! This was Wu Yi's longest punch, launched at top speed and with full power. The terrifying fist force and arm collided with each other, and with a deafening roar, a circular air wave could be seen spreading out in all directions with the two people as the center.
The magpie neon crab ⒊ The pine pine Nuo lazy training Na na The humming widow climb ┥ ⒌ The sodium The feeding The oyster basket The The 烣 The 九 ⒌ The 烣 ... The destructive power of this attack is enough to surpass any full-strength attack of Wakatsuki Samurai except for the explosive core. 呲—— A wisp of green smoke, like something burning, rose from the sky. The smoke was like a stream of smoke rising from the sky, and the air was filled with smoke. "I see. You plan to win by speed and strength. Is this your 'fighting method'?" "Well, there's nothing we can do about it." Wu Yi's tone was still relaxed, as if the previous blow was nothing to him at all. He shook and retracted his smoking fist, speaking words of sincerity to others. "In terms of martial arts, you are unfathomable; in terms of strength, you are still inferior." Wu Yi hooked his left hand at the front and tilted his head. "Okay, come on, let's continue." "..." Needless to say, it's still a good time to enjoy the beer. The next second, Wu Yi's figure disappeared again. It was the same routine as the last attack, starting with the Fire Sky Shape Fiery Flame after being released, and then swinging over the head with a punch. Humph, you think the same routine and moves will work on me, Kuroki? Facing the figure that was rushing towards him, he could not help but think of the figure in front of him. However, the expected development did not go as planned. Wu Yi, who was supposed to punch again, punched down a step earlier before reaching Hei Mu. At this distance, the attack naturally cannot hit Heimu. However, Wu Yi's punch was indeed not aimed at Hei Mu from the very beginning. Instead, it fell on the ground one meter away from Heimu! !! ? At this moment, not to mention the other spectators in the venue, even Kuroki, who was proficient in "back, opposite, and first of the first", was slightly stunned. He couldn't understand why Wu Yi suddenly smashed the floor. If we really have to say, the only possibility is probably that Wu Yi was unable to control the power after being released well, which led to a huge mistake in his movements. But it seems unlikely... In an instant, as Wu Yi's fist touched the ground,
Accompanied by a loud roar, the ground, unable to withstand such a huge impact, collapsed immediately. Several flying pieces of gravel flew straight towards Hei Mu's eyes like shrapnel scattered after a fragmentation grenade exploded. A trick? The first time I saw you was on a rainy night in Beijing, and you couldn't see the smile. I didn't see the smile. I didn't see the smile. I didn't see the smile. Also wiped out was Wu Yi, who was supposed to be in front of him. It's [Fox Shadow Flow·Instant]! In the quarterfinals, he defeated a Fox Shadow Flow master almost without any injury. But just as he was about to turn around, he felt a not very strong but very clear stinging pain on the left side of his cheek. It was a kind of pain similar to that of being stung by a mosquito in the fields in summer. A strand of black hair slowly fell in the air. Just now, a thief pulled out a piece of his beard... This is another common trick, just like when someone pats your shoulder from the left, you will subconsciously look to the left, thus ignoring the possibility that the person is actually on the right and is just reaching out to pat your left shoulder. Of course, it is also possible that the person is indeed on the left. These will be in a Schrödinger state before being observed. It depends on whether you can win the bet in one go. But it is difficult for the magpie to be restrained. He maintained a cat-like stance, with his front toes touching the ground like a compass brush, and moved along the ground in a half circle at an extremely fast speed. However, what appeared before him was a vast empty space. ? In a flash, everything changed. And when he raised his head, a hand that had crushed a whole piece of dry earth and held a handful of dust came down from above him, accompanied by the arrogant laughter of someone who had succeeded. "What the hell is this?" Volume 629: Chapter Fortunately, I am not the one playing in the Kuroki's eyes were completely sealed. Just now, Wu Yi used the flying clods of earth to block the incoming fire for a moment, and then blew the clod of earth close to Mu Xuansai's head, crushed the large clod of earth that he had picked up when smashing the ground into powder, and then slapped it on his face with one palm. This set of combos has all the elements, from the psychological misleading in the beginning to the surprise attack later, to the Fox Shadow Flow Instant that uses the blind spots of vision accurately calculated to millimeters, and the stealth skills that can remain undetected even when standing next to the leader of the Strange Arm Assassination Fist. Everything must be done perfectly to achieve the final effect. "Oh……" In the audience, Wu Lianyi opened his mouth silently as he watched the scene on the field below. This was not out of surprise or overly shocking, but a feeling similar to - I really didn't know what expression to use so I just let it go. He suddenly understood what Wu Lei'an meant by "From now until the end of the game, don't believe anything Wu Yi says."
What's the matter? One second he was saying "I'm stronger than you, I'm going to use brute force to beat you to death", and the next second he started throwing sand and bricks, wishing he could turn into a cement pipe on the spot and hit me. What a joke! Wait, so Lei An lost to Wu Yi in the first battle because... Thinking of this, Wu Lian turned his head subconsciously and looked to the side, and saw Wu Lei'an with an expression that was both gloating and full of resentment about the past. Okay, got it. In fact, Wu Lian was not the only one who felt the same way. For example, there was an octogenarian who was about to be kicked off the stage in the exclusive box at the top of the entire stadium. In the chair that was carved entirely from precious wood, Katahara Mitsudo was holding up the armrests with both hands, almost standing up, his upper body leaning forward with great intent, and an "oh oh" sound like a fishbone stuck in his throat came from under his gray beard. Usually, the idiom "like a fishbone stuck in the throat" is used to describe the uncomfortable feeling of having something to say but not being able to say it. However, at this moment, Katara Metō did not have something to say but did not know what words to use to describe it. He could only turn to his old friends for help. “…Eriyo…” "I know." Wu Huiliyang responded indifferently, and from her tone it seemed as if she had expected things to turn out like this. "Although you may not believe it, this is indeed what he looks like when he goes all out." "…I'm not asking you that. What I mean is, Eri-yang, you taught your grandson like this. As one of his guardians, don't you intend to reflect on yourself?" Katara Metō complained. "What the hell is that? It has nothing to do with me. That's a style of play he figured out on his own." Wu Huiliyang rolled her eyes. "Oh no, to be precise, it should be the fighting style that was forced by Lei An." "Leian? Why?" "Because when they were young, Lei An often bullied him by relying on his physical advantage of being two years older. In order to defeat Lei An, Wu Yi figured out a lot of similar tactics." "A similar routine?" Katara Metō's face was full of the word "nagging". "For example—" Wu Huiliyang glanced at him. "Wu Yi had mastered the art of playing dead when he was five years old. When fighting with Lei An, he would keep an eye on the surroundings and deliberately guide Lei An to hit him to a predetermined position during the fierce battle. Then he would pretend to be knocked unconscious. When Lei An went to check, he would pick up bricks or gravel nearby and launch a surprise counterattack." "..." "To put it simply, he will fight with his brain. The more serious the opponent is, the less likely he is to attack head-on." "…So to some extent, Xiaoyi meets the criteria of a killer." Katara Metō nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, that's it." Wu Huiliyang said bluntly. But it is still very weird. He is obviously the most successful and powerful masterpiece of the Wu clan in thousands of years, but he is good at pretending to be dead and playing dirty. When he gets serious, he will use all kinds of dark and sinister tricks. He is just like the chief disciple of Izo of the Baki studio next door. I can only say that it really makes me feel complicated...
On the other side, in the circular corridor at the end of the surrounding audience seats, which is also the highest position that ordinary people can go to in this stadium to watch the game, the player who was detained in the semi-finals before, also came to the scene alone. He was wearing a loose hospital gown, and his broken wrist had been corrected to its normal position and was now covered with a plaster cast and bandages and was hanging up. His strong and tall physique, which used to be dressed in a suit or combat uniform, now looked a little frail. "Wu Yi..." Gana murmured the name in a low voice. In fact, from the start of the knockout round until now, nearly a week later, he has not had any contact with the opponent. Not to mention exchanging martial arts experiences, they had never even nodded or said hello. It’s not that he intentionally avoided Wu Yi.