Chapter 530

In the face of Thomas' provocation, the challengers of the nine Chinese countries were extremely angry.

As the referee announced the start of the second challenger, the man in front strode to the challenge arena.

"Foreign devil, listen carefully. I'll call the thunder runner Wen Tai. I'll let you die in peace!"

The man clenched his fist and said coldly.

Thomas twisted his arm and didn't bother to look at Wentai.

This move made wentailai roar and burn, and a roar came out of his throat. He rushed away with him!

"Come on, kill the foreign devil!"

"Wentai, I bet you 100000. You have to cheer for our people!"

The audience shouted and cheered.

Wentailai suddenly increased his confidence and put on an attack posture, even when he rushed wildly, but that!

Just at this time, just listen to the crisp sound of "pa"!

When wentailai was still meters away from Thomas, Thomas, who had been standing in place, showed a touch of ridicule on his face, turned around with his body, raised his right leg knee high, and a fierce back swing leg was whipped on wentailai's face like a whip!

Wen Tailai let out a scream and flew backwards like a kite with a broken line. Splashing blood can be seen in the air

The cheering sound under the stage suddenly disappeared and became silent

Everyone, you're stupid

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Not only the audience, but also the other eight challengers were stunned.

Wentailai's strength is not the strongest among them, but it's not weak. It's too exaggerated to be killed by one move, isn't it?

"Waste!"

Thomas said with disdain on his face, "come on, continue to challenge me, you Chinese martial arts, who can survive 30 seconds under my hand, I will take the initiative to admit defeat!"

"Upright arrogance!"

An old man over half a century in a white Tai Chi suit was furious and stamped on the ground. He was as light as a swallow and swept into the challenge arena.

"Good lightness skill!"

"Lei Lao is worthy of being a Tai Chi Master. His lightness skill alone is amazing!"

The challengers marveled.

Torres was also a little stunned, and then sneered: "Chinese Kung Fu? I have seen it in the film, but I don't know if you are as good as in the film."

"Yes, you will soon know."

Lei Lao, with a calm face and a Taijiquan posture, slowly extended his hand and said, "Xiao Xiao, you come."

Taijiquan stresses a late strike and static braking.

So let Torres take the initiative to attack, Lei Lao can better achieve four or two kilos.

"Tear -"

Torres is not vague. After the soles of his feet rubbed on the ground, the whole person rushed like a black bear!

Lei Lao's feet were empty and his hands were round. He was not anxious or slow. When Torres attacked, he greeted him with his hands like running water.

"The old man lost..."

Lin Feng sitting under the stage shook his head when he saw this scene.

"How did you lose?"

One of the audience stared at Lin Feng. "Lei Lao is a famous Tai Chi Master in China. It's not easy to deal with this foreign devil? No matter how strong the foreign devil is, he can't play at all in front of the four or two kilos of Tai Chi, do you understand?"

Lin Feng smiled and didn't explain.

Any martial artist must not ignore the training of physical quality.

No speed, strength, hardness of fist and foot, no self resistance, what else?

A martial arts master once said that if you want to dial a thousand kilograms in four or two, you must have a force of at least 800 kilograms.

Obviously, even if ray is a few decades younger, he is far inferior to Torres in terms of physical quality.

Sure enough, without waiting for the circle of Tai Chi to "trap" Torres, Torres's fist has passed through the old guard gap with a lightning speed!

Bang!

One punch, just hit it in the chest!

"Poof -"

Lei Lao vomited a mouthful of blood and was directly lifted into the air by this great force

"Ah!"

There was a cry of surprise under the stage!

Everyone's face is bloodless at this moment!

After Lei Lao fell to the ground, his body twitched a few times and soon stopped moving.

After all, I'm too old. The probability of surviving after a fist from the champion is really low.

Failed!

Failed again!

Two Chinese Traditional Wushu masters have lost one after another!

This blow and disgrace is undoubtedly great to all Chinese present!

Torres on the challenge arena was even more proud. He pointed to the remaining challengers and said, "is this the warrior of China? It's really vulnerable!"

One is seriously injured and the other is unknown.

The next challenge, the warriors said they were not afraid, it was false.

Although they have put life and death aside when they fight black boxing, who is willing to go up knowing that going up is death?

"I... I'll come!"

A man who practiced Sanda gritted his teeth and went to the challenge arena.

However, it is a pity that he was ruthlessly Ko in front of Torres in less than 30 seconds.

His fate is even worse. Torres knocked out several teeth and hit his head on the ground. Even if he doesn't die, he will leave a huge hidden danger for the rest of his life.

This time, no one dares to challenge.

As long as they are not fools, we can clearly see that the gap between them and Torres is too big

"Alas, I didn't expect that none of us could fight. It's so cowardly."

"I can't say that. After all, Torres still has strength after being the underground champion for so long."

"Yes, Torres is a professional champion of the United States. It's really not comparable to ordinary players..."

"Shit, the more you think, the more angry you are, but there's nothing you can do about him, fuck!"

The audience was angry and depressed!

Not only lost money, but also lost national honor.

It's probably the worst black boxing game they've ever seen.

At this time, Torres stood in the challenge arena, looked proudly at the challengers, waved his fist and laughed wildly:

"Why didn't anyone come up? You are really a group of timid waste! Come on, come on, I'll let you Chinese realize how weak you are!"

The rest of the challenge players lowered their heads with a guilty conscience, said nothing, and couldn't express embarrassment.

They also want to go up and beat Thomas up.

However, strength does not allow

This night is not only a disgrace to them, but also a disgrace to the Chinese people

"How dare a mere clown show off in China?"

A voice suddenly sounded.

When they were stunned, they saw a man wearing a mask among the crowd and slowly stepped onto the challenge arena.

Thomas looked at Lin Feng, narrowed his eyes and said, "who are you?"

Lin Feng: "faceless man."

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Monitoring room.

The bald man drank the last coffee in the cup, wiped his mouth with a paper towel and said with a smile:

"The Lord is coming."