Although Bai Taki had always ignored the repeater, Hong Tu was still wary of Bai Taki's weapons.

He believed that Shirataki's victory was due to the strength of the weapon, and he would definitely suffer a loss if the weapon collided with each other.

However, Hong Quan relied on fists, feet and close combat. If the opponent used a weapon, he could take the initiative as long as he got close quickly.

Even without weapons, he has the confidence to gain the upper hand in close combat.

Martial arts rely on brains, reckless people deserve to be kited.

Hong Tu had already decided on a battle strategy, so he didn't hesitate to execute it decisively.

He stepped on the ground with both feet, kicked hard, and rushed forward like a vigorous cheetah. The burst of true energy exploded like gunpowder, and the impetus formed by the burst of true energy made him explode with inner strength, and his fists roared like thunder. , The iron ring was pressed together by the wind of the fist and stuck to the forearm, unbreakable, even a knife blade could not cut it open.

This punch is called Tiger Roar and Dragon Cry.

Seeing Hong Tu's fierce attack, Bai Taki stood still.

It seems that there is no reaction at all.

But his eyes were always locked on Hongtu, waiting for him to approach, approach, and approach again.

The fist wind approached half a step, and the distance between the two sides was less than half a body. In the eyes of the audience, they almost overlapped.

The repeater thought that the opponent was careless and that he had the chance to win, so he approached without hesitation. Moreover, his fists were so fierce that he couldn't stop them at all.

He seemed to be winning, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the opponent's gaze under the mask.

Calm, indifferent, cold.

Like a bottomless dark pool.

Immediately afterwards, the scalp suddenly went numb, and the hair and beard exploded. A strong sense of crisis came, but he couldn't detect where the danger came from. There was only a momentary reaction, and he had time to turn his head slightly, which happened to be sideways. At that moment, I caught a glimpse of the enlarged right leg.

A shoe is like the sting of a scorpion, like black lightning.

The whip leg swept across, and the kick hit the side of the repeater. He flew ten meters away as if he had been hit by a heavy artillery.

The kicking skills are chic, the figure circles half a circle in place, the right leg sweeps across, the figure is half-rotated, and the coat sleeves form a pure white arc with the movement.

When the arc swung, it also covered the body of the repeater.

When his right leg fell to the ground again, the figure of the repeater landed heavily.

The sound of footsteps landing and the sound of the human body hitting the ground rushed together, like a resounding heartbeat.

What everyone saw was only white coats shaking and figures flying upside down. Even if the speed was slowed down three times, they couldn't grasp the rapidity of the moment of confrontation.

Probably even the director was stunned, even if he was extremely scared, he couldn't keep up with this anti-human reflection speed.The moment of confrontation, attack and counterattack.

The repeater flew out of the ring, and Shirataki stood still.

The white clothes are strong, the mask is pure white, and he is as chic as a Kamen Rider who has finished his finishing move.

"White noodles, win!" The referee announced the result.

It took three seconds for the auditorium to burst into cheers. This was too fast, and no one expected it, but it was also too exciting. The real moment ended.

'Wait, it's over?I just got up to go to the toilet'

'I was just holding paper to blow my nose'

'I'll just blink! '

'I just opened Mr. Fukada's Twitter and rushed once! '

'Fuck, are you a lightning whip! '

The barrage also played GG one after another.

Some discuss how fast this move is, even faster than his own Lightning Whip.

Some people also discussed whether this victory or defeat was too outrageous. Before the game, many people predicted that the strength of the two should be close.

'Isn't this repeater very brave? Why did you lose so easily? '

'Outrageous, outrageous, players of the same level directly second? '

"This white flour is at least a speed A..."

'Damn it, he pretended it again! '

"Speaking of which, you didn't notice, his action just now was a standard force to kick the king knight, I bet [-] cents, next time he will make a rogue squat"

The crowd was discussing non-stop.

Shirataki also stepped down from the ring, raised his hand to take the microphone, and smiled at Sister Dong, "You don't need to ask, I can do it myself."

Sister Dong smiled politely: "..."

Bai Taki paused: "Shall I thank Guo Jia first?"

Sister Dong smiled more politely: "It won't be too late to thank you after you win the championship."

"Then there seems to be nothing to say...I'll go back to the commentary booth first." Bai Taki cleared his throat: "Please prepare for the next match!"

The audience burst into laughter, and even Dong Qin was amused.

There was only one person in the entire venue who couldn't laugh, and tears were in his stomach.

It's not that the repeater doesn't know how he was killed in seconds.

He knew the trajectory of the opponent's whip leg, but he didn't stop it. Although he couldn't dodge, he had enough time to defend, just raised his left hand.

But for some reason...he felt that he must be unable to guard against...

Just like Genos who faced Saitama, in his perception, the power of this kick is no less than that of a bald head punching.

The repeater sitting on the ground was a little skeptical about life.

Chapter 660 Four Criticisms One by One

So the repeater walked off the scene amidst such doubts, and the whole person never recovered.

Some kind people came over and asked, 'Have you had a concussion? '

The repeater ignored it. Can he still stand after a concussion?

She had been lying down long ago, waiting to be sent to the infirmary, where she was taken turns to be taken care of by the beautiful young lady.

He didn't know about this before, until he saw a certain player whose face was still flushed after losing a game and was broken into bones...

Only then did he realize that the government really invested heavily in this project, and the investment was simply too bloody.

……

On the second day, the game continued.

Later, it almost became Shirataki's unilateral output.

No one can talk to him, and no one can limit his various taunts.

The next match was a duel between two female players. The fight was not very exciting, but there were quite a few people watching. Women were always talking about pulling their hair.

"To win is to win, but to win is not very honorable. The trick of stepping on the toes is only used by children. Next time you are in trouble, you can consider fighting with weapons. Bring a saw and directly saw the testicles. Make sure no opponent dares to fight you .”

"I will bring a saw the next time I treat you." The other party couldn't help but fight back.

"Did you hear it, audience, this is a flagrant foul, and it is recommended to vote her out."

"……Humph!"

The winner was very angry, turned around and walked off the ring.

Shirataki then looked at the loser again, and the defeated girl shook her shoulders.

"I can understand the pain of being stepped on toes, but you protect the wound too much, so that you get caught. Is your nail cap so valuable? Get a manicure before the game?"

"Um……"

"You really did it? Your brain circuit is a bit unique, why didn't you consider poisoning the nail art?"

"For the time being... I'm a girl."

"Then you'd better hope that you don't meet Jin Fu in the next round, or it's not just your nails that will be broken."

"Whoa, whoa, I'm a waste..."

The girl ran wildly wiping her tears. The weakest girl in a group had already suffered a four-game losing streak and had no hope of advancing.

Participating in a competition for the first time, and losing in front of people all over the world, it was inevitable that his mentality would become unbalanced, and he would burst into tears after being said a few more words.

'It's too much, it made the girls cry'

"It's a game, it's inevitable that there will be winners and losers, so at least a few words of consolation"

'It's not a poisonous tongue after comforting, this person is still crazy, his personality is like this, he likes to make trouble'

The audience watched helplessly, and many of the audience behind the screen were filled with righteous indignation.

Crowds like to add insult to injury, but they don't like to see others add insult to injury.

Netizens always subconsciously use high moral standards to judge other people's behavior.

But Shirataki didn't change it, and he didn't plan to change it. He continued to evaluate the performance of each contestant according to his wishes. His evaluation method, which was straight from the bottom of his heart and didn't save face, didn't change because of the opponent's gender or personality. Generous people will accept criticism, but some people with anal fissures are unwilling to accept it and will roll their eyes at him.

"You can't play like this. Winning three rounds is the limit. More and more people have noticed what habit you tend to subconsciously. This habit will become your weakness."

"You, are you okay, but you have no special features. Your martial arts achievements are average, and your choice of weapons is also very impressive. It's not that your swordsmanship is bad, but depending on how you use it, it's better to choose a stick or a nine-toothed rake. The sword is actually not bad... you consider changing to Red Dog? Yes, double swords are not colorless."

"You won the first few rounds very well, but this round of loss is even more exciting. Why? Of course it's because your weapon is too bad! The gun you use is not a fire stick. Will the distance advantage be used? The long gun is correct. Do you know how to use it! Go and watch the first episode of Wushan Five Elements twenty times!"

"You... your situation, there is nothing to say, anyway, you can't understand Chinese, next!"

"Did you see the words on my face?... You saw it, right? Next!"

"..."

Sharp, poisonous tongue, ridicule, group ridicule!

Shirataki turned into a machine gun, unconditionally and crazily output, almost all criticism, regardless of winning or losing.

The winner will have one or two words of praise, but then he will be criticized, and the loser will basically be explained clearly by him.

It's not unacceptable for everyone to say a few words in private, but this is a world-wide stage, who can bear to be thrown out of Asia in embarrassment?

Most contestants don't want to accept this kind of criticism and evaluation, but...

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