125, Mr. Satan's great battle

The match between Leping and Taobai came to an end. Leping easily defeated the old senior. Next, it was TJ's turn to go on the court.

TJFan seemed to have not yet walked out of the shadow of the master's uncle Tao Baibai and fragile, and he walked onto the arena in a state of uneasy.

And his opponent, the man who called himself Mr. Satan, seemed extremely arrogant.

As the new champion of the World Fighting Skills Competition, Mr. Satan carefully placed the gold belt representing the glory of the champion on the edge of the ring, and then stepped onto the ring with a backpack.

"Mr. Satan, the world's No. 1 martial arts competition is prohibited. Please do not bring any props to the court..." The sunglasses referee attempted to stop it, but Mr. Satan used his confident words to dispel the sunglasses referee's doubts.

"Don't worry, this is not a prop to be used in combat."

"Is it some kind of drug? Mr. Satan, although this conference does not specify, it seems that taking drugs is not good..."

"Hahaha..." Mr. Satan laughed: "You're thinking too much. How could I, Mr. Satan, use that kind of thing? You just look at it."

Then, Mr. Satan took out a stack of tiles from his backpack.

Even Zhang Wutian in the room couldn't stand it anymore, so he began to think about whether to use invisible qigong and other moves to drive this guy off the stage.

Then there was a boring tiles splitting session, and Mr. Satan's actions made the audience silent.

"That fool, what is he doing?"

"It seems to be showing off my strength."

"Show off your power? Smash the tiles?"

"Don't he know the true strength of the martial artist? Could it be a country bumpkin who ran out of a small place with information closed?"

"It's simply a shame for martial artists..."

"Why can such a person enter the finals? Is it because of cheating?"

There was a whisper in the audience, but Mr. Satan thought that everyone was impressed by his powerful power.

"Hahaha, you all look at my strength! I, Mr. Satan, was not satisfied after winning the World Fighting Skills Competition. In the following years, I continued to challenge myself, practiced in the mountains, and meditated under the waterfall. Now I am invincible!"

"Is this guy a real idiot?" TJ Fan, who had already released a little breath, found that Mr. Satan in front of him had not even mastered the skill of sensing the opponent's breath. He seemed to have a trace of vague aura on his body, but it was a completely wild path. I'm afraid that as he said, it was a little bit of power gained by practicing in the deep mountains and meditating under the waterfall.

"Hahaha! Don't worry, I will show mercy and will not smash your bones like tiles."

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With Mr. Satan's crazy laughter, the third final began.

"Come on, Satan's iron fist!!"

TJ rice was thrown casually, and Mr. Satan flew out...

"Oh, my feet actually slipped a little. Haha, you're lucky. I'll be serious next time!!" Mr. Satan, whose head fell to the ground, stood up with his face covering his face. Seeing this scene, the booing of the audience came from around him.

Amidst fragments of boos, Mr. Satan attacked again.

"Look at my Satan's flying kick!!"

TJFan caught Satan's kick, and then threw the opponent out again.

"Damn... bastard! The ground is really uneven, and it made me fall down again."

Satan hit the ground again, and then stood up again, covering his bleeding head, and posing again.

That looks like a clown with oil painted on his face.

"Haha, good luck cannot save you for the third time. Next I will use my real trick!"

He acted like a person who claimed to have practiced in the mountains, and such a Satan seemed to have such a little power.

Then he shouted loudly: "Look at my Satan's invincible killing, bursting and kicking!!!"

"Don't you feel the difference between you after the fight?" Faced with Satan who rushed over again and again, TJFan was speechless. He used some strength to kick Satan away.

"No... it doesn't hurt or itch!" However, Satan did not fall down like TJ's fan expected, and he stood up again shakingly.

"Is it endless?" TJ Fan decided to end this ridiculous game, and he walked towards his opponent.

"Haha, are you coming? Even if you let the horse come over, I, Mr. Satan, will never lose!!" Satan, who was covered in dust, said stubbornly.

The next moment, at least in the eyes of the surrounding audience and Mr. Satan himself, TJ-Fan appeared in front of Mr. Satan like a momentary movement, and used a heavy force that would not kill ordinary people, and punched Mr. Satan with one punch.

This time it was no longer a blow as he pleased. TJFan was a real punch with the idea of ​​completely knocking down Mr. Satan. This punch hit Mr. Satan again.

This time, Mr. Satan finally fell to the ground and the referee of the sunglasses saw this and began to count down.

Seeing this scene, the audience was talking.

"TJ Fan is so lucky this time, I actually encountered a parallel product."

"That's right, how could he let that guy get in? His level of the game was lowered."

"I heard that he is still the champion of the World Fighting Skills Competition, probably a low-level competition. The world's No. 1 martial arts competition is completely different from that kind of competition!"

With the hustle and bustle from the audience, the countdown of the sunglasses referee also reached the end.

"8…9…Oh my God, Satan's player stood up again!"

"Oh...Oh..." Satan covered his stomach, stood up from the ground with great difficulty.

"That punch just now was good, but such a fist cannot defeat my world champion Mr. Satan!!"

"This time it was TJFan's turn to be surprised. The punch just now was not weak. TJFan had the confidence to make Mr. Satan fall to the ground, but things once again went beyond his expectations.

"Did I subconsciously show mercy because I was afraid of killing the other person? No! The other person is not a simple clown, this is the defense formed by meditating under the waterfall!"

TJ Fan thought to himself, looking at his opponent who was standing hard, he decided to take the initiative to attack again and completely end the game.

"Boom!" This time, even the sound of the blow changed, and Mr. Satan flew out again like a kite with a broken string.

But he still did not fall down, supporting his already scarred body and stood up.

"I... can't lose! I'm... the world champion!!"

The disorganized Mr. Satan stretched out his arms and rushed towards TJFan. TJFan did not go sideways. Mr. Satan, who could not meet TJFan, rushed forward for a distance based on inertia, and then fell down by himself with a plop.

"Oh... the ground is really slippery, which makes me fall down again..." I supported my body with all my strength, but my body couldn't use my strength, and my whole body was in pain, and my body almost turned into a bloody man. Mr. Satan couldn't get up no matter how hard he struggled.

"It's over, okay, I'm a human, how can I fight against monsters?"

With this thought, the aura that made Mr. Satan persist until now finally disappeared. Mr. Satan gave up his resistance and lay weakly on the ground.

"Yes, it's over, so that you can get the comfort of ordinary people, your body hurts so much... I'm so stupid, why should I stick to it until now? Let this damn game end soon..."

"Mr. Satan, come on!!" At this moment, a spectator who had watched the World Fighting Skills Competition suddenly shouted out at the top of his voice.

Although it was a low-level fighting competition and was completely incomparable to the world's No. 1 martial arts competition in front of him, in that competition, Mr. Satan's tenacity shocked him a lot.

At the world's No. 1 martial arts competition, the audience had already given up their support for Mr. Satan, but when they saw Mr. Satan standing up again, the shock of the original emerged again.

When Mr. Satan, who had already given up his resistance, was shocked when he heard someone cheering for him.

Beside him, it happened to be the world champion belt that was previously placed on the edge of the ring.

The blood on Mr. Satan's body dripped down, and the red blood fell on the golden belt one by one, just like blood and tears shedding from the golden belt representing the champion.

"Is even my gold belt crying? Damn it! How can the world champion fall down here?! Someone trusts me! Move me, your body!!"

He used all the strength in his body and drained all the strength hidden in his muscles, bones, and even in his spirit. Mr. Satan, who was panting, stood up again and made a move.

"Satan..." He shouted in a voice that was countless times weaker than when he appeared: "Magic...super invincible..."

At some point, the booing around disappeared, and the audience calmed down to watch the boring battle that could be called ant to challenge the elephant, and watch Mr. Satan, who has become a blood man, challenged the absolutely impossible tj rice.

Facing a powerful enemy who was absolutely invincible, Mr. Satan used all his strength and shouted at the top of his throat: "...strong iron fist!!"

Calling the ridiculous name of the move, Satan staggered, sprinting like an ugly duck, and rushing towards TJ rice.

"Come on, the world champion!"

Faced with such a Satan, TJ Fan took a serious attitude, as serious and cautious as he looked at a real opponent.

Mr. Satan rushed towards TJFan in a crooked manner, as if he would fall down at any time. On his way to run, a blood line followed behind him.

Even though he seemed to be stumbling, Mr. Satan insisted until the end, and he successfully rushed to TJ Mian and waved his fist.

TJ's meal moved.

He instantly came to Mr. Satan, opened his opponent's weak fist, and then slapped Satan in the abdomen with a palm.

A circle of air waves broke out around, and the dust on the ground was blown outwards, forming a circle.

After taking TJ rice seriously, Mr. Satan stiffened for a while, and finally lost consciousness and hung it on TJ rice's palm.

Tj Mian held Mr. Satan's shoulder and placed him horizontally on the ground.

The medical staff with the stretcher rushed to the ring quickly. When the stretcher carried Mr. Satan away, TJFan picked up the world champion gold belt that was thrown aside and carefully placed it next to Mr. Satan.

"You are a good opponent. I believe you will become stronger. Come and fight me again."

At the same time, applause was heard everywhere.

In the eyes of the audience, this is a battle worthy of their applause.

"Mr. Satan, did he have this side when he was young?" Zhang Wutian also clapped. While applauding, he looked at Mr. Satan who was being carried away.

Although it is still very weak now, with a little training, you should be a good player.

Considering Mr. Satan's strong luck and performance in the original work, Zhang Wutian had the idea of ​​including him...

Small theater:

Although I am still young now, I will give birth to a lovely daughter in just a few years.
Chapter completed!