C1367 Demons
C1367 Demons
"Hehe, if Fighter from China is as shameless as all of you, then there's really no need to compete anymore." Wang Feng sneered, "I bet there are still quite a few people who want to use all sorts of methods to withdraw from the competition, right? Those of you who want to be a cousin and still want to build a memorial archway, come down and say that you were angered by me and I will be the one to take the blame. "
"How did you say that?"
"You're lying, we won't easily give up the match …"
Clang!
The match bell rang, Master Tong immediately shouted: "I admit defeat!"
There was no other way. Who let him have his ankle?
On Master Tong's side, just as he yelled "I concede", another person, Fighter, suffered a punch and fell to the ground. He shouted, "I admit defeat!"
Admitting defeat was like a plague, there were 20 arenas in the first round. The Chinese fighters in the 10 arenas were all hit on the ground by the opponent's "one strike to defeat the opponent", and they all had no choice but to admit defeat.
This loyalty towards the Chinese Martial Art Tao, this support to our comrades in the Chinese Martial Art Tao, are f * cking unprecedented and will never come again!
Wu Yaohui did not have any special expression on his face, even though he had already mentally greeted their ancestors a hundred times.
But what could he do? It was already good that these guys could fight a few rounds yesterday. They were here to take advantage of the situation, and if they saw that the situation was bad, they would just leave.
If they wanted to uphold the reputation of the Chinese Martial Art Tao, they could only rely on themselves if they wished to become the true spokesmen of the Chinese Martial Art Tao Realm.
The old tutor was right. If others were unreliable, then these opportunistic fellows were even less so.
The ten people conceded, and sixty opponents appeared in an instant. The heavy burden fell on the others.
Wu Yaohui glanced at "Wang Dachui" and found that Wang Dachui was very calm. Wu Yaohui didn't know what to feel.
With an additional sixty opponents, how could this fellow remain calm? Could it be that his strength was so strong that he could ignore these opponents?
The battle between Wu Jiawei and the other ten arenas began. It was a very exciting battle. After all, his ability was all over the place and he had completely wiped out his opponent.
However, people's attention was on another person, and that person was Zhang Zihao.
Yesterday, Zhang Zihao gave off a very refined feeling. Although his attacks were sharp, it could be seen that he was aiming to defeat his opponent.
And today, Zhang Zihao looked like a different person. He attacked ferociously as if he was trying to kill someone.
As soon as his first opponent punched out, his wrist was gripped by the opponent, a fist broke his arm, and then a kick landed on his ribs, severely injuring him!
His second opponent used a high kick to kick him in the head, landing on the ankle of his other leg. Both legs were directly split, ligaments torn, and then kicked in the head.
Upon seeing Zhang Zihao make a move, Zhang Ziyu was utterly shocked. "Brother, how did he become like this?"
"Because he has a demonic father." Wang Feng said coldly, "Although I don't know what happened, but I can be sure that Zhang Zihao is no longer the brother you know."
Just as Wang Feng had said, Zhang Zihao had gone mad and turned into a bloodthirsty demon.