I am the king of fighting!

Chapter 34 My Style Secret Technique
Two days later, live on TV.

In a wide-angle shot, on TV, Feilong, still dressed simply, was standing on the railing with his eyes closed, while Yamazaki Ryuji was standing on the other side wearing a mink coat, watching the scenery and the surging crowd below.

"Dear audience friends..." The host on the helicopter was introducing the advertising sponsors at an astonishing speed.

The scheduled time was about to arrive, and the two-minute advertisement time was finally over. Feilong's resolute face and Yamazaki Ryuji's evil smile appeared on the huge screen in the square. The images of the two were split diagonally and then removed one above and the other below.

"Wow~"

Ryuji Yamazaki threw his mink coat down, attracting a rush of scrambles from the audience under the TV tower.

Feilong was ready, and after making his signature nose-touching gesture, he waved.

"Peng!"

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the two men collided with each other, punching and kicking each other, and with the help of high-speed photography, the two men's fight, which turned into afterimages, was captured and slowed down.

On the left side of the picture, there are afterimages fighting each other, and on the right side, there are slow-motion images.

"The flying dragon has locked up Yamazaki Ryuji..."

The commentator shouted passionately at the slow-motion footage.

The two fighters were constantly maneuvering, testing, and colliding. Neither of them easily revealed their intention to attack. In the stalemate, Feilong, who was younger and had less experience in combat, began to get impatient earlier.

In order to change the stalemate, Feilong deliberately exposed a flaw, jumped into the air and chopped down with his legs. Yamazaki Ryuji blocked with both hands, and seeing that his opponent did not take advantage of the opportunity, he used the force of the kick to the side, and then kicked his opponent to the side, and then kicked directly from bottom to top with flaming kick. After the series of attacks, the laymen naturally felt that they had won, and the commentators were cheering and boasting to their own people crazily.

"Flying Dragon now has a huge advantage, and he is just waiting for his opponent to lose control..."

Compared to the arrogant and domineering Japanese Ryuji Yamazaki, the audience naturally prefers their own movies, and the commentators of course cater to their preferences.

"I'm going to lose..."

Lin Xi in front of the TV shook his head. He had fought with Yamazaki Ryuji twice, one time they escaped and one time they tied. He also secretly learned some of the noisy killing methods from him. This despicable style was best at taking the opponent by surprise and using every possible means.

If he comes, with so much crushed cement on the ground, he can just kick the sand and then sweep the leg, then grab the pants and dig the anus. As long as the opponent returns to defense, he will be guillotined...

As expected, in the live broadcast, Yamazaki Ryuji kicked sand, swung a whip to wrap around Feilong's arm, pulled him over and made continuous knife attacks, then kicked his opponent in the crotch, and finally finished with a guillotine.

The commentary booth and the audience in the square were silent.

Looking at Feilong lying on the ground and trying to get up, one of the commentators reluctantly said, "It's not a big problem. It's not a big loss. We have also beaten the opponent before..."

Yamazaki Ryuji stepped heavily on the back of Feilong's head. Ignoring the unconscious opponent, he looked up at the camera in the sky and made a throat-cutting gesture.

“To be honest, Feilong has tried his best. The opponent’s moves were just too despicable…” The commentators were still trying to save face.

Lin Xi turned off the TV with a bloodthirsty smile on his face. He knew that Yamazaki Ryuji's action was aimed at him, but it didn't matter.

He will definitely kill the other person.

As long as they make it to the semi-finals, they will inevitably face off, and it will be a life-and-death battle.

Perhaps it was because he saw Yamazaki Ryuji take action again that his fighting spirit and killing intent stimulated his potential. That night, he completed the development of his control skills and also improved his special moves.
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The next day, it was raining heavily, in a gloomy warehouse at No. 9 Lanshan Road.

"Wuwuwu~" Looking at the unconscious girl on the operating table, the man with glasses closed his eyes slightly, and his body swayed rhythmically as if he was hitting something. Ten seconds later, the rolling door of the warehouse was suddenly knocked.

"Huh~" The man with glasses wiped the scarf on his chest and turned to walk towards the door. The black plastic bags hanging above his head swayed in the wind, which was extremely weird.

"crash"

He pulled up the rolling door and put a gentle smile on his face. With his gentle and elegant temperament, he looked like a frustrated scholar who worked as a butcher.

The strange man outside was wearing a sportswear, a hood and a mask. He was tall and looked very suspicious, but the man with glasses was not afraid. He just said softly, "Sir, may I ask for help?" He quietly grasped the kitchen knife.

"The recent serial disappearances..." Before the stranger could finish his words, the man with glasses slashed at him with a knife.

"Snapped!"

Strange man - to be precise, Lin Xi kicked the man with glasses into the warehouse, then pulled down the rolling door with his backhand, and the kitchen knife embedded into the wall with a thud, and the handle was still shaking.

"You are the one responsible for the recent serial disappearances." He looked up at the dozen or so black plastic bags hanging on the ceiling of the warehouse, his eyes revealing a bit of disgust.

The entire warehouse was filled with the stench of rotting corpses and the smell of body fluids.

【it hurts……】

【Why……】

Lin Xi was suddenly stunned. He seemed to hear a woman's voice ringing in his ears.

"Go to hell!" The man with glasses had already climbed up and stabbed over with a butcher knife with a calm expression.

Lin Xi indifferently dodged the knife and tapped the opponent's ribs with his fingers.

"Ah!" The man with glasses turned around involuntarily and stabbed the butcher knife into his shoulder.

Silently, one finger after another, he almost became a puppet, his body stiff and his hands dancing under the control.

'It's still not smooth enough...'

Lin Xi silently summed up in his heart, then added the changes in Qi, and pointed out again -

The man with glasses looked at his hand piercing into his chest with bloodshot eyes. He never even thought that he could break human skin and muscles with his bare hands.

'There are many points that are ineffective, probably because the nerve distribution is sometimes different, and the ligaments can have a stronger effect than expected, so it needs to be adjusted according to the opponent.'

"I need more tolerance when using it against a fighter..."

After torturing the man with glasses for ten minutes, Lin Xi lightly tapped him, and his Qi stimulated the other party's nerves. Silently, the serial killer died in severe pain.

Although he couldn't make the opponent's nerves "die" directly at the moment, it was still very simple to strengthen the opponent through Qi to hurt himself and cause pain.

When facing ordinary people, the effect is so exaggerated that they have almost no ability to resist. When he masters how to release the Qi in the air, maybe it can become a remote control skill. This move is -

[My style secret technique: Chaos God Finger]

(End of this chapter)