From Fist Wishing Blade to Muscle King Ming

Chapter 137 Real men don’t defend themselves!

Author: Nai He Nai He Tian

Chapter 137 Real men don’t defend themselves!

"Ladies and gentlemen, were you too excited to sleep last night?"

"Thank you for coming, don't worry, we'll start right now!"

After breakfast and some morning exercise, I heard the announcement of the incense coming from the sheath on the radio.

"The Wish Boxing Competition is a different kind of war between two companies!"

"Fighters train hard, break physical limitations, and surpass human limits, just to shine on this stage!"

"They use their true strength and skills to compete for their own glory."

"The blood is rushing and the body is collapsing, bringing fierce fights to everyone!"

"That!"

"Then who will be the strongest person left to the end?"

"Let's wait and see!"

"Now, the second day of the Boxing Wish Jude Tournament officially begins!"

Boom boom boom!

As Shou Xiang's words fell, special effects flew around the field, exciting music blasted, and the audience's emotions were directly ignited by the fiery atmosphere right after the show started.

"Let's welcome the contestants!"

"Professional wrestling vs sumo!"

"The most popular ground fighting event in Japan is finally put together today."

It may have been the first show, but Shou Xiang roared harder and harder, with one speaker per person, and the sound actually suppressed the cheers of 100,000 spectators.

"The man who appears first is Dowata, a troubled boy of the yokozuna level in the sumo wrestling world!"

"Height 194 centimeters, weight 159 kilograms, boxing competition record 7 wins and 0 losses."

"The fighting artist of Fuguen Company, the Ghost King Sanzun, who is known as the "King of Earthen Fighters"!"

As her voice lowered, a tall, burly, round-waisted young man, wearing a skirt-like rikishi costume, walked out of the entrance passage.

"Haha. The quintessence of China is here!"

"Henggang. Henggang crushes everything!"

After appearing on the stage, the Dowara boy just did a few sumo wrestling moves and immediately aroused cheers from the audience.

There is no way, as the "national sport" sumo wrestling has such a huge influence in Japan.

And don’t think that the title of Oniou Sanzun is shitty, but his two brothers are both Yokogang-level experts and have a transcendent status in the sumo world.

"His opponent is a representative of the professional wrestling world and an angel of destruction from hell."

Shea Xiang didn't pause, and immediately introduced the next fighting skill.

"He is 196 centimeters tall and weighs 141 kilograms. His boxing record is 57 wins and 1 loss."

"The fighter of Steel Generation Company, the wrestling champion nicknamed Hell Angel, Guan Linchun!"

Amidst the sound of explosion sound effects, Guan Lin wore a sumo-wrestling haircut similar to that of Onioyama. After he walked out, he opened his hands with a smile on his face and cheered towards the audience.

Performance is also part of wrestling.

The on-site effect is directly full!

"Sumo. Oniou Mountain. Oniou Mountain!"

"Wrestling. Guan Lin Guan Lin Chun!"

The two men aroused sensational cheers as soon as they came on the stage.

"This match-fixing bastard!"

"How dare he taint his sumo?"

Oniwangshan, a young boy from Dowa, suddenly became angry and itched his teeth when he saw Guan Lin combing his sumo hair like his own.

"This title.!"

Looking at the earthen warrior boy with thick legs and round waist, Leng Kong was speechless and complained about his title.

The others are all fighting gods, thunder gods, demons, and magic spears. Guan Lin is also known as the Hell Angel.

And what is his name, the Tutu Fighting King?

It’s so low, okay!

It feels like he has no name "Ghost King Mountain".

"Very prestigious, right?"

"I heard that every bad teenager of Ri Pen wants to have the title of" Earth "!

Zhu Mei, who has been studying at her own women's school since school, roared half -knowledge.

"Uh. It's prestigious!"

The corner of the cold empty mouth was drawn, and the bad aesthetics were so bad. What can he say?

"The so -called earthy is actually the ring of sumo matches."

Sitting next to Koizumi Sauce explained: "The title is the title, that is, the Ghost King Mountain is the absolute king on the sumo platform!"

Okay, king = earthy!

What can he say?

But no matter how to explain, he thinks that the title is burst.

On the field,

Seeing the Ghost King Shan couldn't help it, just because he changed his hairstyle, he was angry.

Guan Lin deliberately made a ghostly face,

"Young, this is angry?

"Your mentality is not good!"

"Don't forget that wrestlers and sumo are both performers. The purpose is to make the audience look good."

"It seems that your professional literacy is not enough!"

Guan Lin taught Ghost Wangshan to do the atmosphere with his predecessors and perform performances.

Because his acting skills are professional!

"Pre -"

Seeing the fighter skills, the referee raised his hand, but he spit out a word, the qi -fried ghost king mountain, stepped forward, and held the top of the forest's head.

boom!

Skill it directly on the ground,

"asshole!"

"Playing a fake race, so I will be proud of me, bastard!"

As soon as the ethics juvenile words exit, the fighting chain appeared.

As a sumo player, Tuyu completely looked down on the wrestling of half -watch and half -competition.

"ah?"

"The battle hasn't started yet, will it end?"

Seeing that Guan Lin was lying on the ground, the referee was anxious.

"Cut, boring!"

The Guanlin hair band that Ghost King Shan was just pulled off, and when the referee announced the results, he turned his face and turned to leave the field.

What strength can there be?

But when he heard his footsteps away, Guan Lin, who had just moved, suddenly jumped up, and stretched out his arms from behind the ghost king mountain to hock it in his arms.

"Hehe. How about, little ghost?"

"My acting skills are good?"

boom!

After speaking, the body is hard, the Ghost King Mountain feels the body rising,

In the next second, a large pit will be frying the ground that is only filled in the back of the head.

Guan Lin, who completed the performance, had stood up and waved his arm towards the audience, and began to bring the atmosphere.

"Guanlin. Guanlin!"

"Guanlin Guanlin!"

Sure enough, the cheers of him rang instantly.

"The bastard of the counterfeit race!"

Ghost King Mountain turned a tendons with sensitivity that was not consistent with the body, and a hammer hit the Guanlin's mind that was interacting with the audience.

Then he pushed his feet and pushed Guan Lin's brute force.

Alas!

During the rapid advancement, the wall was hardly hit by Guan Lin to a huge mesh depression potholes.

"So I like the ring! Haha"

Seeing this scene, I laughed coldly and excitedly.

The body of the fighting technician is hard, and the Ghost King Mountain has no physical characteristics.

No wonder, he killed someone in front of him, but the other party jumped out within a few days.

Listening to Yingchu said that the eyes were exploded, the ears were inserted, and the eyes of the eyes overflowed with the brain were refrigerated by the quick water, and they were returned to the company.

From what he said, it seemed like the injury could be saved.

That’s outrageous!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

On the field, the battle has entered a fever pitch.

The Dowara boy blocked Guan Lin in a corner, and the sumo pushers kept bombarding his face.

"Uncle, remember, your wrestling is just a performance!"

While bombarding, he also yelled angrily: "But our sumo wrestling is different!"

"We wrestlers are here to become the strongest!"

"How could I lose to you, a bastard who is fixing matches?"

The seventy sumo wrestling moves were released one by one on Guan Lin by the Tutu boy.

The blood flew rapidly, and even Guan Lin, who was as strong as Guan Lin, seemed unable to bear the turning of his skin and flesh, and his head hung crookedly.

"ah?"

"Guan Lin couldn't bear the strength of the sumo, did he faint?"

Sheo Xiang saw on the big screen that Guan Lin was about to lose consciousness and shouted, "I'm going to die."

"It's over, asshole!"

Gui Wangshan charged up his arm, aimed his elbow at Guan Lin's lowered chin, and hit him hard, preparing to end the fight.

But Guan Lin, who had appeared to be dying just now, suddenly came back to life with full health. He pressed his palms against the wall and jumped up.

Then he hit it straight down, pressing Guiwang Mountain hard underneath him.

"How about it?"

"Are my acting skills okay?"

This is Guan Lin's fighting style. He completely abandons defense and uses his body to take all the opponent's attacks, supplemented by extraordinary acting skills, bringing supreme enjoyment to the audience.

A perfect performance is the best praise for a wrestler.

"It's useless, bastard!"

Gui Wangshan slapped Guan Lin in the face with his palm and forced him back. He stood up and vomited blood.

He roared: "Don't forget, we wrestlers are more durable than you wrestlers!"

Do you really think that the fat and bloated figures of their wrestlers are vegetarians?

Although his explosive power is not strong, in terms of endurance, Tutu said that he would not be convinced by anyone.

"Haha. Isn't this exciting?"

Guan Lin, whose face was beaten with blood, walked to Ghost King Mountain with his mouth open.

Without any extra movement, the hand knife has been slashed straight out.

defense?

Guan Lin never defends himself!

Ha ha

"Asshole, am I afraid of you?"

Oniouyama Sumo pushes his palms to keep up.

The two of them completely gave up their defense and came together forcefully.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Give me a slap!

I'll give you a knife!

Say hello to each other’s faces!

Use the simplest moves to give the audience the highest enjoyment.

Leng Kong outside the court was also excited to see it, because this kind of passion for punching to the flesh is something that cannot be achieved with skills.

The last chapter was blocked again, hey.

(End of chapter)