He knows Pokémon better than me.

Chapter 137 Flying Leg vs Kuai Quan Lang!
"Ai!"

"brake!"

The two who entered the state of seeing cut began to attack, Kuai Quan Lang's fists were like steel, and Fei Kui Lang's legs were like giant cannons, constantly blasting at each other.

Then they were avoided by both sides with the smallest dodging distance.

Then he attacked again, and he fell into a loop like this. In the ring, he could only see the phantoms and the strong wind whistling past his ears.

"So strong."

Xiao Zhi widened his eyes and muttered.

Obviously both sides are doing their best to attack, but they can dodge by the slightest, this kind of skill is too strong, he quickly released the fire monkeys together.

One person, one monkey, four eyes, copy x2.

But soon, the situation in the ring changed again.

After all, the two of them couldn't last long in the state of seeing the cut. After some greetings, they accidentally hit the body for the first time with the fist and the sole of the foot, and then they frequently hit the target.

At the back, the two of them seemed to have abandoned the skill of seeing and cut, and they played a real fire. They did not defend or dodge.

It can be said that this is the real appearance of the fighting competition.

Seeing the battle method, that is something that only senior masters can play, at least not in a town-level competition.

And the level of these two people is only a little better than ordinary people.

The two kept punching and kicking, and as the front teeth at the corner of one of their mouths were interrupted, their moves gradually moved closer to the fight between the elementary school students, becoming unorganized.

If there is a brick on the ground, maybe it will rise and greet each other's head.

Even Fan Dou and Neiku on the edge of the ring can't wait to take back the Pokémon and go up to fight.

"Da da da da!!"

After a few breaths, Kuai Quan Lang and Fei Kui Lang were covered in scars, with panda eyes on one side and front teeth blown out on the other, all shaking their bodies, like elementary school students finished their fight.

"Whirring whirring."

At this moment, both of them are in a state of residual blood, that is, a collision can harvest the battle situation.

"Take advantage of this time, Kuaiquan Lang, use Sonic Fist!!"

Fan Dou suddenly made a surprise attack.

Now the preemptive skills are undoubtedly equivalent to magical skills!

Kuai Quan Lang made a lightning strike and hit the opponent's forehead with a punch, directly smashing a bloodstain on his head.

"The victory has been decided!"

Hearing the sound of a punch to the flesh, Fan Dou's heart was settled.

It's just that the picture of Feizulang falling as he expected did not appear. The latter was still standing there, and there was a burst of red light on his body.

"Appeared, it's Hibiro's unique skill, hold on to his skills!!"

The host recognized the move and roared to the sky.

The louder he screamed, the higher his salary today.

And holding on to this move is similar to the imposing cloak, no matter how much blood is left, it will retain the last bit of HP.

"Damn, then use the Frozen Fist to solve it!!" Fan Dou quickly roared.

The fist that Kuaiquanlang used to launch the sonic punch was still in the air at the moment, and he could only choose to use the other hand to launch the farmer's three punches.

Very close, the opponent can't dodge!

I fan the bucket, and it is stable again!
The frozen energy instantly condensed on the fist of Kuaiquan Lang's sandbag, and the chill was bursting, and it seemed that he was about to hit the target with one punch.

Holding on is the same as protecting, you can only hold on and hold on, it will never be able to stop this blow!

"brake!!"

Fei Zulang suddenly shouted, and his spring-like thighs swept out like a long whip, kicking the other's chilling fist in the front.

This is a turn-based game, there is no reason why Kuai Quan Lang has always shot.

"Hmph, are you going to fight me to the death, courting death."

As soon as the voice fell, Fan Dou's eyes shrank, and he suddenly saw a "boom" at the soles of Fei Zulang's feet, and an inexplicable burst of flames.

"This is.?"

The hot and violent breath smeared Fan Dou's face.

Fighter Neiku raised the corner of his mouth, and then roared loudly:
"Get rid of it, use Fire Kick!!"

If Kuai Quan Lang used Lightning Fist, it would still be a five-to-five situation. It was so hard to die, you actually used Frozen Fist?
Coincidentally, my Flying Leger can't do the three-kick of the farmer, and he will use one move to restrain the flame kick of the ice attribute!
The fierce fist and the sole of the foot collided again, this time not only in the confrontation of strength, but also in the collision of attributes.

"Hoohoohoo!!"

The flames on the flame kick spread away, instantly melting the chill on the frozen fist.

Kuaiquan Lang suddenly lost his stamina, and his fist and the whole person were kicked out, and he fell out of the ring like a cannonball and landed in the audience, looking miserable.

"Quick Fist!!"

Before Fan Dou could check on the latter's injury, a gentle woman had already run one step ahead and lay on the ground, looking at Kuai Quan Lang with worry and distress.

"Amy, you."

Fan Dou couldn't help but suffocate his tone and said.

This woman is his daughter.

It's just that she has always opposed her participation in this fighting competition, why is she so worried about her Pokémon now?

Then there was a touching scene of a father's kindness and filial piety. The surrounding audience were moved to tears and applauded. The brain made up the touching story of a [-]-character father for his daughter, and a tall and old bone still fighting on stage.

Immediately, everyone saw that Feizu Lang and the fighting family were still standing on the field with a little more maliciousness, like villains.

Kawanaiku: "?"

"The villain fighter Neiku and Hibilang enter the finals!"

The host also took advantage of the situation to make a shot and added a prefix.

As a temporary worker, it's over with the rhythm of the audience's emotions. After all, I will leave after I get my salary tonight, and the blame is all the organizer's.

Hearing this, Nei frowned, and there was nowhere to vent. He could only vent his malice on Xiao Zhi, who was eating melons and watching a play next to him.

"The trainer with the electric mouse is the one you played with my brother in the first round. In the finals, I will kill you!"

He said sternly, really taking on a bit of a villain feel.

Xiaozhi: "?"

What you say is a little strange.

But he has never been a fearful master, nor is he cowardly, he choked back:

"Like playing with legs, don't you? Wait for the finals and I will unload all three of your legs!"

Fire Monkey also gave him a middle finger.

The finals have not yet started, and the smell of gunpowder is full.

However, due to the serious injury of Feizulang, the final is now going directly. It is estimated that the fire monkey will kneel as soon as he stomps his feet, so the official temporarily adjusted the rules of the game and moved the final time from evening to late at night.

So Xiao Zhi prostituted another lunch for nothing.

At night, around 10 o'clock, the dark streets lit up with incandescent lights, illuminating the ring.

The crowd was surrounded by dark crowds, in sharp contrast to the ring, cheering and cheering around the ring.

"It's got an inner taste."

Xiao Zhi said with a smile, this kind of atmosphere has to be in the ring.

"Get ready to make a big fuss, Fire Monkey!"

"Break!!"

He clenched his fists with Fire Monkey, and his soul bond was highly matched. Then the latter squatted and stepped onto the ring across the horizontal rope several meters apart. He was unambiguous, and directly raised his arms and shouted at the audience, as if it was the award ceremony now.

"A born champion."

For some reason, looking at the jumping monkey on the stage, Fan Dou, who was watching, spat out these words.

"If it's it, maybe it can really reach the realm of the ancestors." Then Fan Dou shook his head again, he needed to see the performance of the Fire Monkey in the final.

"Go, Flying Legs!"

As the fighters snorted lowly, Feizulang stretched his spring-like thighs, stepped onto the ring, and looked at the fire monkey from a distance.

"P1 fighting competition, town-level finals, Hippogriff vs. Furious Monkey!"

"Boom!!"

With the host beating the ring drum, the finals officially started!
(End of this chapter)