Arts and Sciences

Chapter 368 Fighting Confrontation ([-])

Just when Rand and O'Neill looked at each other and completely ignored the existence of Pikachu God of Cooking, Li Sansi simply found a seat on the side of the ring and sat down, watching the two of them quietly. He sat like this, The aristocrat on the opposite side who had tried his best to hold back his smile suddenly broke out, and he laughed one after another. Such a serious arena is like watching a farce.The Duke of Stoke felt a little relieved. In such an atmosphere, even if O'Neill lost, the entire Stoke family would not lose any honor. People would watch it as a humorous drama. Pikachu on the stage was a little grateful, but he was a little worried that Rand would seriously injure Pikachu with a single punch. If he chased and beat him like a bodyguard before, Duke Stoke felt that he would In any case, I should go to the stage to stop it.

"Drink!" Rand yelled again, and the whole person approached O'Neill like lightning. His fists hit O'Neill like an iron bowl. If he was hit by such a punch, how serious would be the consequences just now? The bodyguards have used their scarred bodies to express the iron-blooded facts. Of course, it is impossible for O'Neill to accept the baptism of blood with his own body, and dodge from the moment O'Neill's fist approaches him.

Not to mention that although O'Neill is bulky with a beer belly and a bloated figure, he is not sloppy at all in this kind of fighting, but in such a split second, his body cooperates with his swift steps to avoid Lant's aggressive The three punches.

Lante's three punches missed, and he bounced off the ground, and kicked him on the head with a flying kick. Everyone present was terrified of how terrifying Lante's kick was. All the bodyguards just now, even if Even in the defensive state, he couldn't withstand a sweep of him. With his foot strength alone, he might be able to break a brick wall with ease.Of course, O'Neill couldn't fight recklessly. In fact, since he and Rand met each other, he knew that he absolutely couldn't fight recklessly. Rand's attack was powerful, and there was a strong murderous aura radiating from all over his body. In the fight, O'Neill knew right away how much he was short of Rand. The strength of his punch may only reach [-]% to [-]% of Rand's. The gap between the two is obvious and clear. If O'Neill fights recklessly, he will probably be the same as the previous bodyguards. , was chased and beaten until he lost all combat effectiveness.

O'Neill made another beautiful turn, dodged Rand's kick, and quickly moved to the back of Rand's body.

There was a lot of praise around, of course, from the Duke of Stoke's side, and some nobles even applauded. This fat O'Neill is more flexible than they imagined.

Gree, the captain of the Silver Eagle Guard on the Duke of Humington's side, just snorted a disdainful voice. He knew that Rand's current punching speed was only [-]% of what it used to be. The reason why Rand didn't show his full strength was because I just want to test how capable this O'Neill is, but he is indeed flexible, and that is only when Rand releases water. If Rand attacks with all his strength, O'Neill probably won't be able to hide.

Rand turned around like a whirlwind, and the strange thing is that he didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue, but just clapped his hands and praised O'Neill, "Yes, yes, you are as flexible as a monkey!"

O'Neill also had a frivolous expression, "You are falling for a brute force gorilla!"

Lante shook his head, "But your speed, is that all? If you can't improve it, I'm afraid of the next attack. I'm worried that Sir, you will be damaged."

"Let your horse come here!" O'Neill put on a fighting stance and looked at Rand intently. He knew that this man was not joking. If this man still has potential, then he will be in trouble.The most irritating thing was that Chef Pikachu who came up was sitting in a corner of the ring, looking at the two of them with seriousness, and didn't say anything about intervening to help. O'Neill admitted that he hated this guy coming up at first, but Now he wished that this guy would rush up, even if it was to divert the attention of this formidable opponent for a quarter of an hour, then he could also sneak attack him.It's just that the half-pot chef seemed to know nothing, sitting there leisurely, which made O'Neill break out in a cold sweat.

Just when O'Neill was concentrating, Rand moved, and with just a flash, the distance between the two of them was shortened by nearly three meters. He rushed forward and slashed O'Neill's shoulder with an elbow at close range. , O'Neill was just a flash in front of his eyes, and Rand appeared in front of him, and then the strong wind rushed towards his face.

He was also a trained person in O'Neill. When the strong wind came, he knew that the danger was imminent. He swung the whole person to the side, and Rand's elbow that could knock down cement slabs rubbed against his shoulder. However, at the same time, Lant kicked O'Neill straight with his right foot in conjunction with the missed elbow. His foot strength was stronger than his hand strength. If the kick was solid, O'Neill would fly sideways. Out of this arena, the spleen might rupture.

It's just that O'Neill turned around to avoid his elbows, and before his whole body was in position under the action of inertia, Rand's flying kick kicked over. It was a beautiful pursuit. If O'Neill hadn't guarded against it, this kick would almost succeed, but In an instant, when O'Neill's body was shifting in the air, he kicked his right foot on the ground suddenly, and the whole person changed the direction of the arc in the air, and flew back abruptly.

The flying leg brushed O'Neill's belly, causing a burst of burning pain. O'Neill took three steps back to stabilize his figure. The burning pain in his shoulders and stomach, as if the skin had been scratched, came up at this time, so dodge In the meantime, O'Neill had tried his best, but barely dodged, and he didn't even have a chance to fight back. The two judged each other, even if O'Neill was really good, but compared to Rand, he was still One grade short.

O'Neill looked angrily at Li Sansi, who was sitting beside him on the ground very leisurely, and almost cursed, "Are you going to come up to help!"

Li Sansi turned his eyes directly, looked at Zenith, and didn't answer at all.

Rand rushed forward again, and his fists were about to be pulled out of the air. The speed of this punch was obviously faster than before, and O'Neill could no longer avoid it, but the sense of surprise in his heart gradually became stronger. Could this Rand have no limit? The speed of improvement! ?
Not allowing O'Neill to think about it, his hands also greeted him, like a big bird opening its claws to catch Rand's fists!

"Touch!" "Touch!" The two sounds were full of flesh and blood, and the force from O'Neill's hands almost made him think that his bones were smashed to pieces by the impact.

At the moment when he exchanged fists with Rand, O'Neill's hands seemed to be sucked out of the air by an invisible needle. Huge pain was transmitted along with tremors. The strength of this man's fist is really terrifying!
When O'Neill received Rand's punch, he felt as if he had received a punch with his hand, but fortunately, his arm strength was not bad, and it was only in such a short time of less than a second. Inside, the strength in his hands gathered again, and he firmly grasped Lan Te's fists with both hands. He was already afraid of this man's terrifying fist strength, and he did not dare to relax at all. If Lan Te freed his fists, then For him, it was a disaster.

Lante didn't expect that his punching power would be completely followed by this O'Neill, so he was stunned at that time, and the time of this stunned coincided with the time when O'Neill had exhausted his old strength and hadn't let go of his new strength. When he finally believed that O'Neal used When he caught his punch with one hand, O'Neill had already exerted all his strength to squeeze his fists tightly again. O'Neill had already exerted all his strength, so when Rand pulled his hand, he couldn't break free.

When Rand tried again, O'Neill of course didn't let go. The two of them competed in a stalemate, but neither of them thought of using their feet to solve the problem.O'Neill also went all out. He knew what the consequences would be if he let Rand's fist out of his hands, so his subordinates used all the strength left after training in the army. The two were like heads. Like a cow, the two bodies are in a slightly inclined state, constantly fighting with brute force.

Some people on the Duke of Stoke's side were sweating, while the Duke of Humington on the other side was a little nervous, but even an idiot could tell that it was O'Neill who was at a disadvantage. He couldn't hold Rand's fist, so the next attack would definitely knock him to the ground. In fact, he had no way out. It was just a competition of brute force, and O'Neill's defeat was an absolute problem.

Captain Gree of the Silver Eagle Guard didn't even want to watch it anymore. It was a battle that was doomed to failure. For a master like him, there was nothing to watch in this battle.

The pride of the two people was vividly displayed during such a struggle of strength. The Duke of Stoke squeezed the corner of his clothes, his hands were covered with sweat. Quite proud, knowing that this O'Neill is the younger brother of the Duke of Stoke, before he came on stage, Xingmark winked at Rand on the stage, and subconsciously told him not to hold back, and give the Duke of Stoke a slap in the face.

O'Neill's neck and forehead were already covered with dense blue veins. It could be seen that he was trying his best to resist the brute force from Rand. The blood vessels in their arms were dilated, and Rand didn't relax at all. After all, the strength shown by this O'Neill made Lante feel incredible, but this was only a superficial phenomenon, and O'Neill was only at the end of his strength. He might hold on for a few seconds, and his strength would also be exhausted.

Just when everyone's attention was on Lant O'Neill's wrestling, a ghostly figure suddenly appeared behind Lant, and Li Sansi appeared from behind Lant without a sound It has been swung to a full circle, just like hitting a walnut with a hammer in the past, and it hit Rand's head with a mallet!

Mark Star and the Duke of Humington were relaxed at first, because if O'Neill faced Rand, a disastrous defeat would be inevitable, but at the moment of the stalemate between the two, a man who was not optimistic about Rand suddenly appeared behind Rand. Chef Chef's pickup card made the two of them tighten their vests together.

"Dang!" A clear and dull loud noise shocked everyone in the hall.

The Duke of Stoke almost fell off the chair. Humington and Xingmao jumped together, and the whole chair felt trembling.Even Gree, the captain of the Silver Eagle Guard, who had no expression at all, had some twitching on his face.

The pan in Li Sansi's hand was bounced back by the reaction force. The entire surface of the pan was dented and protruded from the other side, forming a semicircle of an arc. One can imagine how powerful this move is. Great, when the sound of metal colliding with human heads came out, everyone's eyelids jumped for no reason.

After receiving such a blow from Li Sansi, even Superman couldn't stand it, let alone Rand, whose head was in close contact with the frying pan. People's heads are shining with golden light. If the consciousness has not been closed now, they almost think they have seen Sakyamuni.

O'Neill, who was drawn from Rand's hands that had no strength to resist, swung his punch at Rand's head. Rand was considered a giant about 1.8 meters tall, but he couldn't stand it when he was dizzy. With such a punch, he was thrown onto the ground at that time, and after landing with a plop, he couldn't get up again.

The Duke of Stoke was silent for two seconds, and then shouted loudly. These noble children now quite hate the Duke of Humington on the opposite side. Now that the opponent is defeated, they of course cheered. Many noble youths got used to it. Simply whistled.

Humington's purplish red faces looked at the Duke of Stoke. He felt that his lungs were going to explode with anger, but there was nothing he could do about it. My own side also agreed to the chef carrying a pan and spatula on stage, and also allowed him to use weapons, but who knows where he usually sits and doesn't do anything, and when he does, he will have such a goddamn blow. Beyond the scope of people's imagination.

O'Neill squinted at Li Sansi, and said "Thank you!" out of his mouth unwillingly. Before Li Sansi could express anything, he walked straight off the ring and sat on a chair to rest.

The nobles on Stoke's side began to change their views on this God of Cooking. Although it was a sneak attack, at least he had the courage to stand up. When he came down, everyone's expressions had changed when they saw him. The most unbelievable thing was that Fatty Rein, the chef who had been hiding by the door and watching, almost popped his eyes when he saw Li Sansi's sneak attack.

The people from Xingmark's side came up and dragged Rand who was lying on the top of the ring. Everyone's face on Humington's side was cloudy and uncertain. A chef who only knows how to cook and keeps laughing in everyone's eyes was killed. Even Xingmark took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat.

The two elders on Stoke's side, Elton and Ireland, also moved in the same way as him. The situation just now was really tense. It was not until O'Neill came back that their clenched hearts finally breathed a sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)