Fist Godzilla

Chapter 80 Waiver
May Liudao usher in the sunshine of the morning sun again.

After a short day of recuperation, the fighters will finish the semi-finals, semi-finals and finals at once today, a total of three battles.

Fighting is the most technically difficult competitive sport in the world.

You have to fight three times in one day with opponents of the same level, even for monsters like fighters who are above ordinary people.

This is also a double trial for body and spirit.

"Wow! I haven't seen you for just one day, but what a big change, Uncle Wang Ma!"

Among the turbulent flow of people heading to the Jueming Arena, Bai Tangjing saw the Ten Ghost Snake King Ma and Mr. Yamashita who were walking slowly.

At this time, Ouma completely lost the rage and impatience that came from nowhere when he first landed on Yuanliu Island.

The whole person exudes a sense of stability like a rock.

Not only that, but the sharp oppressive feeling that seemed to stab people at any time before has also become rounded.

Generally speaking, although the appearance has not changed at all, the whole person has completely changed!
It seemed to be an infection of breath, even the submissive Mr. Yamashita beside him seemed to have let go of some heavy burden at this moment.

The whole person became free and easy.

"It looks like you're in good shape." Bai Tangjing walked up to the two of them and patted Ouma on the shoulder.

But when the palm fell on Ouma, the corner of the boy's mouth couldn't help twitching.

Is this guy's heart loss so fast!

Ouma didn't care about the boy's frightened expression as if he was watching "the dead are talking".

Instead, he smiled casually.

"Wouldn't it be nice to fight you at your best!"

The boy could only look at him and then nodded, turned and left without saying anything.

For a guy who knew his own death date and bravely chose his own death method.

Who can stop him?
All others can do is to pay their respects, right?

After the audience and players entered the venue, although the head of the United States seemed to have left in a hurry because of some urgent notice.

However, the final day of the Fist Wish Desperate Tournament was officially announced.

After the duel between Ten Ghost Snake King Ma and Jinjing Cosmos, the overloaded Ouma successfully defeated Cosmos, who was also severely damaged in the last round, and successfully advanced to the semi-finals.

Mutba Jizenga, who is covered in lewdness and tattoos and only wears a pair of briefs, is jumping as if stretching his body on the sand.

The dark and strong body seemed to be oiled, tight and full of vitality.

And in the player tunnel opposite him, Bai Tangjing was steadily walking into the arena.

"Everyone has been waiting for a long time!" The film source Shea Xiang, who was even hotter on the second day of the competition schedule, said excitedly standing on the commentary stand.

"The second round of the quarter-finals, the immortal legend in the mercenary world! In the first round, he killed Masaki Meguro! In the second round, he defeated Guan Linjun at the cost of damaging his five senses——【Slayer】Muteba Jizan add!"

"Also!" A wheat-colored finger pointed at the muscular young man, "You're only sixteen years old! The one who made it to the quarterfinals like a beast when he first appeared on the stage of the boxing wish—[Monster] Baitangjing!"

"It seems that the two players did not suffer particularly serious injuries in the first two rounds of the competition, so will the highlights of this competition be more exciting than the previous match between Ten Ghost Snake King Horse and Imai Xiaoyu?"

"Uncle," the young man who slowly approached Mutaba frowned. "Even two minutes before the start of the game, you still haven't come out among the women. You're very confident."

"Sorry, sorry." Mutaba said sorry, but his face was full of evil smiles. "As a precarious mercenary, this is just my hobby."

I can be sure that there are no traces of those women left on my body, that is to say, smell it?It seems that his sense of smell is also super sensitive.

"By the way, didn't you say in the first match 'I will beat you at your strongest'?"

Mutba pointed to his eyes and grinned.

"The best thing about me is that I have developed my five senses because of my blindness. How about it? Do you want to compare with your eyes blindfolded?"

"The malice in your smiling face is about to overflow, uncle."

Bai Tangjing smiled and looked at the strong black man in front of him who had been playing tricks since he played.

"That eye should already have a mechanical structure, right? If this step can be achieved, the integration of optics and thermal sensing should be no problem. The spectrum of visible light is expanded several times compared to ordinary people, and this is still confusing. Eyes?"

"Are you aware?" Mutba's dark face showed no embarrassment after his intentions were exposed.

"It can't be seen from the outside. This is Dongxiang's special request to have the same appearance as the original eyeball. That is to say. Does the company respond?"

"Hey, hey, hey! Don't think so badly about others. My company has only been established for a few days. Where are the commercial spies!"

"However," Bai Tangjing's face showed a smile of interest after a while of thinking, "Blind fighting seems to be a very interesting experience. I agree."

As he said that, the boy closed his eyes, "Is this okay? Or do you need to find something to cover? I have no experience."

"No problem!" The wicked smile on Mutba's face widened. "I'm absolutely sure. I believe you!"

This kid is a lot of fun.

But regardless of the likes and dislikes of the target, completing the task by any means is the style of Muteba Jizenga, the king of mercenaries!

"Huh? Player Baitang, are you sure you want to do this?"

The referee between the two had never seen this kind of fighter who weakened himself, and asked aloud.

Even in the auditorium, there was an uproar because of the boy's actions.

"That guy is really extraordinarily willful."

Samurai Wakatsuki, who had been training for a day, looked at the young man on the field with his mouth slightly open, and complained to Chu Jianquan beside him.

When he was in the middle of the battle, his whole body was overwhelmed by the frighteningly powerful oppressive force, and his energy was completely attracted to the boy's movements.

As someone who fought with Bai Tangjing in close quarters, he didn't feel the boy's slightly vicious character.

The referee on the field reconfirmed that both sides were fully prepared.

He swung his arm violently.

"Game start!"

Mutba maintained his boxing frame and jumped on the sand.

The shock waves between the body and the ground rippled through his senses like ripples, and then returned to his body carrying information that ordinary people could not understand at all.

With a height of 187 and a weight of 90KG, should it be said that he is a young man?In a few days, the data has increased compared to when the fighter registered.

In the rippling senses, the movement of the silhouette composed of various information began to change.

Strong right hand forward, typical Jeet Kune Do guard fighting style.

Tilting your head, do you want to use your sense of hearing?
Muteba smiled disdainfully at the boy's innocence.

sixteen years old.It takes a lot of time to eat, drink, play and study every day.

To develop a fighting technique of his level, whether it is physical training or technical training, each cannot be less than [-] hours.

Where is the time to simply train your hearing?

And without hundreds of hours of specialized sensory training, want to cram for a while?

If this is all successful, then my own title of "King of Mercenaries" is too cheap.

But then, in the rippled senses that helped him escape the hail of bullets countless times in the raging flames of war, he felt something "something".

The jumping boxing frame stiffened unconsciously, and then stopped completely.

As the young man straightened his listening head, a terrifying "thing" that could not be located by the shock wave, but existed physically, filled the air!

It was as if the entire space was filled with hostility in an instant!

Every inch of skin, every pore is being hostile!

Even as he inhaled the surrounding air into his body, even his nasal cavity and lungs felt the thrilling feeling as if someone held a knife and pressed the blade against his body with the belief of killing!

For Muteba, who often roams the battlefield, this is really the worst feeling.

The sweat that flowed out from nowhere drenched his dark and sturdy body, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

His hands and legs were swinging non-stop in small increments.

After a brief silence, Muteba raised his arm amidst the din of the audience.

"Referee, I abstain."

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