"Your father, come over here," Xiao Ming blurted out and cursed.
This strange and unique curse awakened a familiar anger in the body, and then an uncontrollable impulse emerged, the impulse to kill.
"Yeah" King Kong seemed to understand this curse, he let out a shrill strange cry, and rushed over like a giant mountain.
Xiao Ming was shocked.
With his opponent's size and weight, if he was pinned down, there would be no chance of his life.
Even if he believed in his own fighting power, he would not dare to fight head-on.
Although King Kong's body is huge, it has both speed and angle, blocking all Xiao Ming's paths.
Xiao Ming could only retreat, but his butt felt cold and he had reached the iron fence behind him.
Just like that, King Kong's ferocious fat face came to him, opened his arms, and wanted to trap Xiao Ming between his fat body and the iron fence, squeezing him to death.
At this time, the battles were going on in all eight cages, but the one that attracted the most attention was of course Xiao Ming's cage.
Surprisingly, the audience was calm and did not even utter a exclamation, because no one thought that King Kong could kill Xiao Ming.
Xiao Ming didn't think so either.
He kicked off his feet, plucked onions from dry land, and jumped to the highest point, only to reach King Kong's chest.
In an instant, he kicked his heel fiercely on the iron fence behind him, and with a snap, he used the force to get up again and made a hollow somersault, passing over King Kong's head.
At that moment, Xiao Ming was head down.
In his wide field of vision, white mist was rising from the ground.
In the surrounding cages, naked boxers were fighting.
His eyes fell on the big meaty head below, and he struck with lightning with both hands.
With a bang, King Kong's body hit the iron fence, but his head fell back.
It turned out that Xiao Ming had grasped King Kong's temples, so he was going to repeat his old tricks and stage the scene where he killed his opponent in the first round.
Unfortunately, this hope was in vain.
King Kong's neck was too thick.
Xiao Ming used gravity and reaction force to twist it in the air.
Not only did he not break King Kong's neck, but he was thrown out.
Xiao Ming lost his balance in the air and hit his head heavily on the iron fence on the other side.
His head was bleeding.
This was the first time he saw blood and his own blood after losing his memory.
He stood up staggeringly.
The old injury in his brain seemed to have recurred.
He had a splitting headache.
He couldn't help but hold his head.
His vision went dark.
It turned out that King Kong rushed over like a crazy bull.
Xiao Ming, who had not yet stood firm, was immediately knocked over again, like a puppet with broken strings, and fell to the floor in the middle of the cage.
The audience finally exclaimed.
It turns out that Xiao Ming is not invincible.
He has encountered an unprecedentedly powerful opponent.
Xiao Ming desperately endured the pain that penetrated his brain.
He opened his eyelids that were like curtains of blood and saw King Kong spreading his limbs again and pounced on him.
If the pounce was real, he wouldn't be crushed.
He didn't have time to stand up and rolled on the spot to avoid the fatal blow.
King Kong jumped into the air and pressed the floor with a bang, then rolled towards Xiao Ming, like a human being crushed between flesh and stone, trying to crush him.
At this moment, Xiao Ming not only has to fight against the external enemies, but also resists the pain of the internal enemies.
He turned over like a kite and stood up.
He looked at Jinshan who was running over him, rose up in the air, raised his elbow, concentrated all his strength, and hit the opponent's big fleshy face.
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King Kong screamed, his face blossomed The audience burst into enthusiastic cheers, as if Xiao Ming had won.
However, King Kong slowly stood up, with the bridge of his nose swollen.
He was obviously interrupted by Xiao Ming's full blow.
However, he shook his neck nonchalantly and stomped his two big feet back and forth on the ground to steady himself.
Pan, hands open, like a gorilla, but no longer aggressive, waiting for opportunities to move.
Xiao Ming suppressed his headache and lost his desire to underestimate the enemy.
He stopped where he was, carefully sizing up this opponent he had never encountered before, and thinking hard about countermeasures.
Obviously, King Kong is a master of sumo wrestling.
If the levels are divided according to weight, the duel between the two will be a heavyweight and lightweight battle.
If a head-to-head fight with King Kong is obviously disadvantageous, Xiao Ming should use his strengths and avoid weaknesses, give full play to his small and flexible advantages, and adopt wandering tactics.
But in this case, he will be trapped in a fierce battle, not knowing when the winner will be determined, and it will also consume his physical strength and fighting spirit.
Xiao Ming came to the conclusion that the best strategy would be to attack quickly and decisively.
As the ancients said, when we meet on a narrow road, the brave will win.
As the saying goes, every inch long is strong; every inch short is dangerous.
He is much smaller than his opponent, so he can only win in danger.
He finds King Kong's flaw in close combat and delivers a fatal blow.
"Xiao Ming, kill the little devil, kill the dog."
In the stands, the voices of the same enemies became louder and louder.
"Kill" Xiao Ming was inspired, roared loudly, and shot his body at King Kong like a cannonball.
King Kong stood still, straightened his chest, and withdrew from the human shell.
He took a few steps back, stood firm on his feet, and grabbed Xiao Ming's body with both hands.
He raised it high and stretched out one leg at the same time. .
The audience exclaimed again, and the female audience screamed.
They all saw what King Kong was going to do.
He was going to throw Xiao Ming down and break his spine with his knee.
King Kong let out a strange cry of victory, lowered his arms, raised his knees, and tried to break his opponent into two pieces.
At the critical moment, the breath of death rushed towards his face.
Xiao Ming's heart beat wildly, his pupils closed and opened.
The pain in his brain seemed to be withdrawn from the body, and the world in front of him slowed down.
Reflected on his retinas were King Kong's knees getting closer and closer.
Fragments of memory floated before his eyes like snowflakes, while muscle memory reacted first.
I saw Xiao Ming's naked body making an incredible twist in King Kong's hands.
With the help of King Kong's arm strength and his own momentum, before his knees touched his body, he clasped his hands together and cut in as sharply as a knife. his fat belly The boxers in the other cages who were fighting desperately became foils.
All eyes were focused on Xiao Ming and King Kong, and all the exclamations seemed to be frozen in the air.
King Kong's huge body was fixed at the moment that decided life and death.
The audience behind him only saw his hunched body, his hands open, and his legs bent.
On the electronic screen above his head, there was a clear close-up picture.
Xiao Ming was hanging head down on King Kong's arm, with his hands together, and his forearms were deeply inserted into King Kong's belly.
Xiao Ming was as shocked as the audience at the scene.
He knew that he had just walked around the gate of hell.
If his reaction was just a little slower, he would be the one who died.
King Kong was not dead.
He looked at Xiao Ming's hands in his belly in disbelief.
All the strength in his body dissipated like a discouragement.
He couldn't figure out how Xiao Ming turned defeat into victory.
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Xiao Ming understood that this astonishing move was similar to the one he used to kill the giant python.
In the fragments of memory, he knew that this was his unique move, the Back to the Air Slash.
There are three realms of returning to the air: the first level, the big swing, that is, one sword turns into thousands of swords; the second level, the human and sword merge into one, that is, the hand becomes the sword, the person is the sword, and the sword is the person; the third level, the heaven and man Unity means that everything is for my use, with the help of gravity and other external forces, transcending the limits of the human body.
As for the vision of the world slowing down, it comes from his other potential life-saving ability.
In the world of potential, his sensory systems such as vision, hearing, and smell are extremely sharp, and his speed and strength can reach the limit of his physical ability.
Even, his senses can achieve a magical jump and freeze instantly.
At that moment, the world outside him seems to have stopped.
He also knows that potential and return to space are intertwined, and only by combining the two can the greatest power be exerted.
There is only one way to enter the potential, and he must put himself in danger and death.
In other words, no matter how high his combat effectiveness is, once he goes to the battlefield, he must fight like an ordinary soldier and fight with his life in order to unleash his greatest potential.
As Xiao Ming re-recognized his body, he slowly took out his hot hands, and blood poured out from his hands.
The flesh on King Kong's face was twisted, revealing the fear of death.
His knees weakened, like a collapsed mountain of flesh, and he knelt down.
There was a crash, and the colorful organs flowed all over the floor.
Only then did he react and desperately pulled at his intestines with his hands, trying to stuff it back into his body.
The audience reacted in the same way and shouted in unison with great excitement: "Kill, kill, kill!"
Xiao Ming fulfilled the audience's wishes, and also used this to inspire people's hatred of the Japs and counter the infiltration of the Black Dragon Society.
He dragged the intestines from the ground and circled them around King Kong's thick neck several times.
King Kong is like a desperate death row prisoner, unable to resist.
Xiao Ming turned behind him, pulled up his intestines with both hands, kicked his shoulders and neck with his feet, exerted force twice, and shouted: "Fuck your father, go to hell."
King Kong rolled his eyes, stuck out his tongue, and fell to the ground.
Xiao Ming raised his bloody hands high, as if he was raising a flag of victory, and the whole audience was excited: "Xiao Ming, Xiao Ming, Xiao Ming" A bloody word emerged from the depths of his memory and rang in his ears: To live is to fight with your life.
Yes, it is possible to survive when you dare to risk your life.
His eyes met the general's, and the latter nodded slightly, full of appreciation.
The white mist on the ground quickly dissipated and was completely sucked away, revealing eight boxers still standing in eight cages.
Several of them had ashen faces, and their expressions of despair were no less than those of King Kong who had just died.
"Oh!"
A long, high-pitched voice suddenly sounded, drowning out the shouts in the venue.
The light dimmed, leaving only a blue beam of light hitting the big iron cage in the middle.
Heart-shaking music sounded, like a ghost screaming, and a long coffin gradually rose up in the center of the big iron cage.
It was not lying horizontally, but standing upright and rising slowly.
The music of ghosts screamed vaguely, the upright coffin flashed with blue light, the atmosphere was ghostly and strange, and the whole place was silent.
The ghost's scream suddenly became sharp and sharp, almost piercing people's eardrums.
It stopped abruptly at the peak, and everything was silent.
Then the coffin lid creaked, opened like a door, and a disheveled ghost jumped out: