Data Wasteland

"The game begins!" Following the host's announcement, the two figures collided.

Compared to the last game which lasted just a few minutes, this game was extremely long.

I saw the two people on the stage coming and going. The fighting was fierce, sweeping and splitting, turning 360 degrees of whirlwind legs, sweeping legs, and punching the heart, which attracted the audience in the stands to cheer again and again.

However, the two played for half an hour and still hadn't figured out the winner.

Chen Xing had anticipated that, and asked Ye Qian and Li Mei to prepare afternoon tea and wait while drinking. A few minutes ago, he saw that the two of them were embroidering their legs, and they would definitely fight for a long time.

Due to the existence of the psychic armor, humans' anti-strike ability has been comprehensively improved. The flower fist embroidered leg is still the flower fist embroidered leg, but the tortoise shell is more than ten times thicker. Under this declining effect, a variety of highly admirable performance fighting skills have been born, such as the two currently on stage.

"Seven hundred and twenty degrees tornado legs!"

Such fighting skills often call out the name of the move before the move, so that the audience knows what the person is going to do. Inevitably, the opponent will also be informed and prepared for defense in advance.

But in fact, it is not completely wrong to shout before the move. On the one hand, it is to expel the air from the lungs and reduce the pressure on the internal organs. On the other hand, it is to increase the momentum, so usually you will say "kill you" if you don't call the name of the move. Fuck/die you!" Such cruel words.

When the voice fell, the contestant rushed forward, then jumped up, spinning his body in the air, entrained in the wind on his heel, and swept across the opponent's door.

"puff!"

The opponent who would stand in silly defense was swept away by the giant force and fell several meters away.

"Pretty!" "This is the most exciting game I have ever seen!" There was a warm applause.

"Vigorously open the palm!"

The contestant who was swept back stood up again, shouted, shaking his feet, and hitting out with a palm. In an instant, the invisible energy rushed straight into the opponent, blasting it out several meters.

"Good job!" "It's wonderful!" Applause broke out again.

Chen Xing looked awake, watching this kind of exhibition match is really boring. Because in his eyes the flaws of the two of them are as many as horns, picking one can be done on the spot.

After fighting for a while, one party finally exhausted his spirit, and the other party won by a narrow margin.

Both sides cherish each other, shake hands and embrace

Hug, so that the little fans in the audience screamed, such as "so handsome", "so strong", "so demeanor" and so on.

Next, it's time for Chen Xing to play.

Under the urging of the staff, Chen Xing twisted his neck, loosened his shoulders, and jumped into the ring more than one meter high.

Only a sound of "buzz" was heard, four large psychic shield exciters were operating at the same time, and a layer of light film covered the ring.

Seeing people wearing mercenary uniforms coming on stage, there was a sigh from the audience. Probably the first matchup disappointed them. It was like a street fight, and it ended in twos or twos.

Wearing mercenary uniforms, they all use military fighting skills. As the saying goes, laymen watch the lively and insiders watch the doorways. Most of the audience are laymen, so naturally they feel dull.

"Huh, is it you?"

An unexpected voice came from the other side.

Chen Xing's first opponent turned out to be a brawny bald man who yelled at him twice.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect it, the first opponent is me!" The bald-headed strong man clenched his fists, then pointed at Chen Xing and announced, "You are dead!"

Chen Xing was expressionless and raised a finger.

"Faced with the clamor of the opponent, Contestant Chen Erliu raised his right index finger. What does this mean?" Perhaps it felt that the group stage was too deserted and there was no sense of existence. The host grabbed a point and said desperately." In the test before the competition, Chen's fist strength was 1,073 kilograms, while his opponent was 1,500 kilograms, which was 50% higher than that of his opponent. Faced with such a powerful opponent , What action will he take?"

"What do you mean, are you scared? I raised my finger to let me spare your life?" The bald-headed man laughed, "Now kneel and admit my mistake, I will spare you not to die!"

Chen Xing shook his head, as if looking at a fool, and slowly said, "It only takes a punch to deal with you."

"What? A punch, you are so silly, you thought you were doing..."

Before the word "Dream" was spoken, I heard a scream, and the opponent left a beating arc, which disappeared out of thin air!

In the next moment, Chen Xing appeared in front of the bald man, bowed his arms, pulled his right fist, lunged forward, and hit the opponent's lower abdomen with an uppercut.

"Fuck!"

In front of the golden fist, thin

His psionic armor shattered like an egg shell, and his fist drove straight in, hitting the belly of his eight-pack abs.

The muscles were originally developed, but at this moment, it was sunken deeply into it like a dough.

"vomit……"

The words behind the bald-headed man could no longer be said, his body arched like a cooked prawn, his eyes protruding, and his mouth opened into an "o" shape.

An unbelievable expression solidified on his face, and within a few seconds, the five senses were gradually twisted together, becoming extremely painful.

"I said, punch."

Chen Xing slowly retracted his fists, and the bald burly man leaned forward and fell to the ground. Sticking out his tongue and rolling his eyes, he has lost consciousness.

Chen Xing turned around and stepped down. During the whole process, the stands were silent, and the host also forgot to speak.

It took a while before I heard the sound of a cold breath.

The bald-headed man's trousers were wet from the inside and outside, and there was a smell of urine and excrement. The staff who carried the stretcher up to drag people held their noses, appearing very reluctant.

"Fuck, even the **** was shot out!" the host yelled out loud.

"It's disgusting!" "It's too indecent!" "I know I still eat so much for today's game." The little fans in the stands held their noses one after another, looking disgusted.

"It's wonderful, it's really wonderful!" The host spit wildly, "Brother Chen Chu was punched by contestant Chen Erliu!"

At this moment, the bald-headed man who had just awakened from the vertigo heard the host's words, his head immediately tilted, and he fainted again.

It is conceivable that for a long time in the future, this new title will accompany him...

The host was so excited that he stepped on the table with one foot, held the microphone in one hand, and pointed in the direction of Chen Xing, and announced loudly: "The winner is Brother Shunsha!"

"You are the best!" "Number one!" "I support you!" If anyone is not convinced, just take you! "Starting to fan you today!" "The audience cheered.

"I love you!" "I really want to marry you!" "I want to go to bed with you!" The little fans screamed louder, and the waves were overwhelming. Some people even took off their bras and threw them over.

The strength of the red country is everything.

Chen Xing killed his opponent in a flash, and was immediately sought after by the audience.