Fist Godzilla

Chapter 58 Black Wood Xuanzhai
After Bai Tangjing changed his clothes, he and Saeko returned to the fighter's spectator stand.

Next to their seats are the enthusiastic good old man Yamashita and the slightly sleepy natural curly ten ghost snake king horse.

"Ah, it's Brother Baitang and Miss Poison Island!"

"Yo! Uncle Yamashita, is Uncle Ouma still in good health?"

Ouma, who was called "Uncle" again, curled his lips, "Che, compared to you messing around with muscle monsters, I can't say the word 'bad' anyway."

"Haha, don't say that, fighting is more important than being happy." Scratching his head like a shy college student, Bai Tangjing pulled Saeko back to his seat.

On the field at this moment, it was Jerry Tyson, a burly black man who ran down from the commentary stand.

Opposite him was a middle-aged man with spouting hair and a terrifyingly strong and stocky body wrapped in a black karate suit. His whole body was like a black bear standing.

Bai Tangjing briefly recalled the battle map he saw in the slot machine room.

"Kuroki Xuanzhai...?"

Just then, a slightly familiar voice came from the rear seat.

"What's the matter, that uncle's technique is not bright at all! It's not as good as my razor"

"Stupid people, in terms of the basic skills that are so solid and terrifying, I'm afraid that black man is simply incapable of letting him use his real skills!"

these two voices.
Bai Tangjing turned his head, and it turned out that he was eliminated by him on the Destiny, the yellow-haired prickly-headed Liren, and the yellow-haired pot-headed shemale.

And the two people sitting in the back also saw Bai Tang mirror's turned face.

"Oh! It's your boy!"

The yellow-haired man named Liren had a very aggressive tone, which even made Bai Tangjing feel that he would rush forward to avenge the knockout match right now.

So the boy raised his guard a little bit.

But the development of things is always unexpected.

"Your match just now was so~~~ handsome! 'I'm just going to crush you', isn't that what you said?"

"Fist fights lack beauty, but in terms of spirit alone, they are indeed beyond imagination!"

The two patted Bai Tangjing's shoulders, admiring his game sincerely.

On the contrary, Bai Tangjing felt a little embarrassed.

And in the conversation with each other, Bai Tangjing also got a little understanding of the personalities of the fighters of the Fist Wishing Association.

They are all fighters with a strong fighting spirit.

Because of this, they will be unscrupulous in the battle.

Humiliation, insidious tricks, ruthless hands... emerge one after another.

But the battle can only be regarded as the "first meeting" to know them.

If in daily contact in the future, you find that the other party is not bad, then even the opponents who have exploded and spat at each other in the game, it is not impossible to become friends.

This kind of balance between combat and daily life, Bai Tangjing feels... not bad.

Just when the relationship between the few people was moving towards friends, the situation on the field began to change.

It turned out that Jerry, a burly black man, proudly introduced to everyone his highest achievement in decades of martial arts practice, the hot weapon Pictographic Fist—J-style Pictographic Fist.

This martial art, which was born out of the pictograph boxing of the Republic, was abandoned by him to simulate the animal part, and instead simulated a more violent hot weapon!

The weight is about [-] kilograms, and the muscles are as solid as black steel.

Running on the battlefield with both hands raised, the whistling sound of piercing the air is really a bit like a missile.

But that Black Wood Xuanzhai, who was like an upright black bear, faced the huge impact but simply dodged, or got hit with the palm of his hand.

Just let the black cannonballs criss-crossing the arena repeatedly return without success.

The whole process didn't even go beyond the range of three steps!
"F**K YOU bro! Can't you fight like a real man?"

Long-distance running in a fighting state, the amount of exercise is no joke.Even Jerry Tyson, who is tall and strong, is aware of the decline of his physical fitness at this moment.

And Kuroki Xuanzhai had a stern look from the beginning to the end, at this moment he took a breath and replied.

"Well, it's time for the farce to end."

"It's now!" Jerry saw the gap, and his strong lower body made two deep marks on the sand.

emergency stop.

Then turn around and charge!

"Eat my move, Scud missile!"

"bass-"

The sound of movement on the red sand spread throughout the arena along with the stage equipment.

"what?"

The black Jerry's big piercing eyes revealed surprise.

Beside him, Kuroki Xuanzhai, with a stern face like an ancient well, just seized the right moment and took a light swirling step.

Then he came to the side of Jerry who was charging.

"See through my punches and try to attack me from the side? That's useless! Attacking me, who weighs [-] kilograms and moves at high speed, is no different from hitting myself into a big truck."

"Boom-"

The confidence in Jerry's mind hadn't had time to react.

Kuroki Xuanzhai, who was in a karate posture, just swung his arm and smashed down, and the back of his clenched hand and forearm hit Jerry Tyson's raised hands from the side.

And the impact of the self-proclaimed "high-speed truck" rushed towards the red sand on the ground in an instant!
The fist penetrated into the sand, and even formed a gully on the ground.

The overalls and suit shirt on his body were instantly worn into tattered cloth.

But when everyone thought that black people would just leave.

Jerry smiled confidently, and then pulled his hands out of the sand in a daze, and took a large canopy of fine sand and swayed it in the direction of Heimu Xuanzhai.

"Unexpected! My skin has undergone special organ training similar to iron sand palm in the Republic, and the fine sand is not painful or itchy at all!"

As he said that, he put on the [Scud Missile] posture again, intending to charge towards the flying sand and dust fog.

But it hasn't waited for him to start.
"Boom-"

A kick from the back of his leg made him drop to one knee.

A broad and thick palm like a black bear's paw hugged his entire head, pressing him down.

"Crunch-"

The terrifying finger force crushed the skull, as if it could penetrate this ridiculous defense and enter the brain in the next moment!

The sound made the black's eyeballs twitch in horror.

"NO! NO! N"

"bass!"

A punch, but with a sound like a sharp weapon piercing through the air.

Wiping the black skin, it stopped on the side of the neck, and there was a drop of blood hanging from the fingertip, which was about to drip.

"Half proficiency in pictograph boxing, brute force but vacillation in the lower body, I really don't know what you have learned in the Republic.

Who gave you the courage to create a pictographic boxing that simulates objects that don't even have a flesh and bone structure?Guo Haihuang? "

A man like a black bear, in his majestic voice, the last three words he uttered seem to have an indescribable magical power.

Kneeling on the ground, the black man whose skull was crushed by his fingers, and his neck was cut with his hands, abandoned all the anxiety and fear in his eyes the moment these three words came to his ears.

On the contrary, it is full of piety like a pilgrimage!

"You, you know"

"Shut up, you are not qualified to say his name. I was just lucky enough to meet him once and have been mentored for a day."

"Even so!" The wound on the black man's neck was bleeding more and more, but he didn't care. He just said excitedly, "Even if it's just for a day. I also fought against the person who taught me! Didn't I? !"

"...If your pursuit of martial arts is only satisfied with this, then so be it." Kuroki Xuanzhai turned his head and said, "Referee, announce it."

"Oh, oh! I declare! The winner is - Motorhead Corporation! Kuroki Xuanzhai!"

I don't know if it was an illusion, but when the black bear-like uncle left the stage, Bai Tangjing in the audience felt a very targeted fighting spirit like a scorching to fiery blade.

At least when he turned his head to look over, whether it was Saeko, Ouma, Rito, Yamashita, and Keisaburo Sawada.

——No response at all.

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