Water Margin: All Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms Fishing Nets

Chapter 149
"Chu Wang's subordinates, please!"

When Duan Sanniang was defeated, Wang Qing's faction dispatched a fierce general, "Jian Jiao".

"Liang Shan is faceless and anxious, please!"

Jiao Ting didn't dare to be careless, waved his hand, and made a gesture of invitation.

"Ah~"

Yan Jiao was not polite, shouted loudly, and rushed towards Jiao Ting, he wanted to use his strength to bring Jiao Ting down.

"Go~"

Jiao Ting turned around, dodging the vicious tiger attacking the scorpion, grasped it with both hands, pulled it, stretched and kicked his feet, twisted his body, and swayed according to the force of the scorpion.

Gollum~
Yan Jiao rolled twice on the ring, and just rolled out of the circle.

This is sumo, not martial arts.

"Liang Shan wins without a face!" Pei Xuan announced with an iron face.

"Good~"

"It's wonderful~"

"Drink~"

The audience cheered in unison, this Liangshan hero is not bad.

After losing two rounds, Li Zhu gave up in the third round. Sumo wrestling was not their specialty.

"Haha~ The boy has some skills, but you are unlucky to meet you, Uncle Jiang, today."

"I am Jiang Zhongshi from the Royal Faction of the imperial court."

A nine-foot-tall, bearded, big-bellied man rushed onto the ring, put his hands up, raised his breath, and made a loud bang, like an iron tower hitting the ring.

His name was Jiang Zhong, he was tall and burly, and he looked like a door god when he stood there, so he got the nickname Jiang door god!
This Jiang Menshen is not a simple character, he is good at spears and clubs, he is good at fists and kicks, and he is best at sumo wrestling.

Jiang Menshen has won the Taishan Sumo Championship for three years, and he can be regarded as the number one figure in the arena.

"Please!"

"Please, please, Uncle Jiang is going to beat you today!"

Jiang Menshen was not polite, he rushed forward and got entangled with Jiao Ting.

"This door god Jiang has some skills, I'm afraid Jiao Ting is not his match."

Wu Song snorted, frowned, and whispered to Wang Lun.

Wang Lun nodded, and he could see it too, just like Jiao Ting is a professional athlete, but Jiang Menshen is the national champion, there is still a gap.

Sure enough, every attack of Jiao Ting was resolved by Jiang Menshen. After all, he is an expert in this field. Immediately after Jiang Menshen became familiar with Jiao Ting's attack, he launched a counterattack.

plop~
"Jiang Zhong, the door god of Jiang in the Great Song Dynasty, won!"

The iron-faced Pei Xuan was a little surprised, but he still announced it fairly.

"Hahaha~ When it comes to sumo, who can compare with Jiang Zhong! Come on, Liangshan thieves, grandpa is here, you all have the ability to come up!"

"Today, I, Jiang Zhong, punched all the thieves in Liangshan and kicked all the thieves in the world!"

Jiang Menshen was showing off his power, and he was full of air in the ring, clamoring to let the world know what sumo is, you scumbags.

"Damn it, I'm coming~"

Pang Wanchun's younger sister, Pang Qiuxia, was so angry that her ears were red, and she wanted to go up to the ring, but her brother stopped her.

"Sister, don't be impulsive. This Jiang Menshen has won the Mount Tai sumo championship. You are not his opponent. Let brother come."

Pang Wanchun is good at martial arts, and there is still something in his eyes. Just when he was about to go on stage, a big man jumped down from the spectator seats.

"I am Wu Song, the Taisui God General of Liangshan, Jiang Menshen, and today Tai Sui will beat you, the gate god!"

Wu Song was so furious that there was no room for Jiang Menshen to clamor. With Wang Lun's tacit consent, he went directly to the stage to compete.

"Hmph, if you meet my door god Jiang today, you will meet Tai Sui! Go to hell!"

Jiang Menshen took a look, not as tall as himself, not as strong as himself, so what are you afraid of, let's go!

"Look at the fist!"

Wu Song rushed forward and fought with Jiang Menshen. The two used their sumo skills to fight for each other.

That Jiang Menshen is tall and tall, and Wu Song's supernatural power, each has its own merits.

"Huh~ This guy has so much strength, watch me exhaust him to death!"

Jiang Menshen thought to himself, his stamina must be stronger than Wu Song's, so take it slowly.

"This guy is fighting on Mount Tai, and he has some skills. It seems that he has to use some unique skills."

Wu Song was also a little surprised at the strength of this Jiang Menshen, his expression turned serious, he took a deep breath, and rushed towards Jiang Menshen.

Yuhuan steps, mandarin duck legs!
Wu Song used his unique skills to bring down Jiang Menshen in one fell swoop, and then summoned all his strength to hit Jiang Menshen in the face.

If you want to use Wu Song's fist to kill the white-fronted tiger with bare hands, Jiang Menshen can't stand it. After receiving three punches, he went to see the king of Hades.

"Jiang Men's God Strikes! Tai Sui God Wu Song wins!"

Pei Xuanlai, who had an iron face, fired Wu Song, checked Jiang Menshen, called two soldiers to drag Jiang Menshen away, and loudly announced Wu Song's victory.

"Sigh~"

"It's really dead~"

The crowd of spectators gasped. Although they said that life and death were irrelevant before the match, a nine-foot-tall man was beaten to death by Wu Song's three punches.

It was too shocking, Jiang Menshen didn't even have the chance to beg for mercy.

Wu Song didn't speak, just stood on the ring, majestic and domineering, like a god descending from the earth, scared all the people back two steps.

"Fang Qiong, the powerful general under King Jin's command, please!"

Fang Qiong, one of Tian Hu's four powerful generals, came to power.

"Please!"

But with three tricks, Fang Qiong was pushed out of the circle by Wu Song.

"Tai Sui Shen Wu Song wins!"

"Piwei General An Shirong under King Jin's command, please!"

Wu Song threw An Shirong to the ground, lying on his back and pressing him down.

"I admit defeat~"

An Shirong was so frightened that he quickly surrendered, lest he become the second Jiang Menshen.

"Tai Sui Shen Wu Song wins!"

"Chu Heng, the mighty general under King Jin, please!"

"Tai Sui Shen Wu Song wins!"

"Xiong Wei, General Yulin, under King Jin's command, please!"

"Tai Sui Shen Wu Song wins!"

The iron face looked at Wu Song with bright eyes, and he was astonished as a heavenly man, losing five generals in a row.

"Hmph, Bian Xiang, under King Jin's command!"

A nine-foot tall man, with a black face, was about to go up to the stage to fight.

"stop!"

"King Jin's people are too unruly. All parties can only send three people to participate in a ring, and you are all four. I violated the rules. I announced that the king of Jin was defeated in the sumo ring, and he was not allowed to go on stage again."

Wang Lun's face is black, you are too shameless, you want to fight with wheels.

It was also Wu Song who won too quickly, and everyone didn't notice that Jin Wang Tianhu violated the rules.

"Uh~ we don't compete in sumo anymore."

Bian Xiang scratched his head naively, as if he did too, the four mighty generals were all on board.

"Wu Song won five games in a row, withdrew from the competition, and Yan Xiaoyi took the stage."

Wang Lun saw that other parties were planning to fight with each other, so he let Wu Song back down and sent Yan Qing, a real sumo master prodigal son, up.

After all, there are other games that require Wu Song to play in the future. If the previous sumo tournament consumes too much energy, it will be bad.

"promise!"

Wu Song was fighting vigorously and wanted to continue the fight, but brother Wang Lun had spoken, so he had to give face.

"My prodigal son Yan Qing, a pawn in Liangshan, I don't know which hero will come up to compete."

Yan Qing turned over like a swallow, landed lightly on the ring, and bowed her hands modestly to everyone in the audience.

(End of this chapter)