The King of Soldier and Beautiful CEO

In the octagonal cage, feiqiu stops at about two meters away from Ye Feng.

The gap between their height and body shape, from the visual formed a very sharp contrast, just like giant and dwarf.

Some people even think that if ye Feng lies on the ground, then the fat ball will surely crack his internal organs if he sits down.

As soon as he met him, feiqiu said to Ye Feng, "although Chinese Kung Fu has two skills, there is still a big gap compared with our country's. whether it's jujitsu, Kendo or sumo, it's better."

Fat ball snorted in his nostrils: "tonight is my first show here. It's your bad luck to meet me."

"I think you have a first-class skill in your mouth, and you have a thick skin. It's no different from a pig."

Ye Feng shook his head. "Just now that big guy humiliated Chinese Kung Fu, now comes another provocative one. I think there should be no difference between the two of you."

"Do you know who I am? No one has ever dared to speak in front of me, dwarf. In my eyes, you are just an ant that can be crushed at any time, or you can trample to death."

This fat ball seems to be more arrogant than the violence machine David before.

Ye Feng pretended to be very interested: "say to listen, what's the origin of it."

"In sumo, when I say second, no one dares to admit that he is the first."

"Is it countdown?"

Ye Feng's words, almost did not let the other side spit blood on the spot.

Feiqiu was angry, and a pair of eyes on his fat face glared ferociously: "do you dare to humiliate me?"

If you want him to be a sumo champion, he should be humiliated as a countdown player in public.

"No, this is what I'm trying to help you understand clearly. In the fight world of underground boxing, you are the strength."

"You can pretend, but be prepared to be beaten in the face."

Ye Feng said: "in addition to sumo, if you also know other fighting skills such as jujitsu, I will make you feel ashamed in front of Chinese Kung Fu."

"To deal with you, sumo is enough, your physique. I have a hundred ways and a thousand ways to destroy you."

Feiqiu is super confident about his strength, even though he has learned that Ye Feng has just knocked down the underground fist here and looks at David, the violent machine.

In his opinion, the next confrontation between himself and Ye Feng is like a collision between a tank and a car. No matter how good the car is, it will not work.

Ye Feng laughed: "is it, then you must not let me down."

The battle of words is almost over. The battle between the two is imminent.

In terms of body shape and weight, this is definitely a cross level fight, and it breaks down N levels. Ye Feng is obviously at a loss, but he is indifferent.

"In ten seconds, end the fight."

Feiqiu is full of self-confidence. After speaking, he rushes fiercely towards Ye Feng.

When a small man deals with a big one, he often uses a flexible way of playing, constantly killing the opponent's physical strength, and then waits for the opportunity to act, because if the front is hard, it is obviously an egg hitting a stone.

However, Ye Feng did the opposite, not only did not dodge, but quickly and decisively made a powerful punch, hitting the belly of the fat ball.

Feiqiu originally intended to get close to Ye Feng and abuse him in a wrestling way. However, he got a heavy blow first.

Although his skin is rough and his flesh is thick, and his fat buffer is more than ten centimeters thick, which removes most of his strength, he still feels a pain in his abdomen, as if he has suffered a serious internal injury.

Moreover, taking the hit part as the center, it can be clearly seen that his skin moves outward like a whirlpool, just like the ripples caused by a stone thrown into the water. Thus, Ye Feng's fist is very powerful. However, it was too difficult for him to find a big fat shield.

Ye Feng then put his arm around the back neck of the fat ball and pressed it downward. Feiqiu's surprise has reached an unprecedented level. No matter in sumo wrestling or amateur wrestling, no one dares to launch an active attack in front of him. He usually consumes his physical strength by constantly running and nimble dodging.

However, this young Chinese man's practice was beyond all people's expectation. He was really brave.

Because, like the relatively thin and short players, the most afraid of wrestling with SUMO level opponents at close range, because once they are held by each other, it will be a fatal blow.

After all, if sumo wrestlers hold a person tightly with his arms around him, his twisting force is strong enough to reach the strength of a python, suffocating or breaking bones.

"You want to push me down?"

Feiqiu tries his best to fight against Ye Feng. He thinks that in the process, once the latter's physical strength is exhausted, then he can take it away at his own convenience.However, as soon as his voice fell, he found that he was too confident about himself, or seriously underestimated Ye Feng's strength.

Because ye Feng's hand with feiqiu is just like a waterfall, and feiqiu is the person standing under the waterfall and can't resist it.

Fat ball's head, completely out of control, under the control of leaf maple, toward the lower.

At the same time, Ye Feng's knee up, heavy knee attack.

Feiqiu panic, as if aware of the bad, his line of sight, found a knee face-to-face from below.

He tried his best to dodge, but it was of no help. He could not get rid of Ye Feng's control.

In this arena, Ye Feng is the God of war with the power of thunderbolt!

Challenge him, despise him, you can imagine the end!

"Peng!" "Click!"

Ye Feng's knee, and fat ball's face, heavy impact together, in an instant, the other party's nose fracture.

He didn't stop, he continued to hit the knee.

"Dong!" "Dong!" "Dong!"

Every time he hit, the fat ball was in agony, and his whole face seemed to have been bombed by a shell.

Ye Feng's action is very coherent, in a single breath, blink of an eye, seven or eight times heavy knee, no one failed.

Finally, he released his hand, stood in front of the fat ball and made a clean back somersault.

In the process of flying, Ye Feng's toe is in the middle of feiqiu's jaw, then he lands steadily, stands upright and looks at the opponent. Feiqiu's face is bloodstained. It looks like a pig that has just been slaughtered. Its face is very big. Now it looks more like a pig's head.

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