Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

The bull charged forward with a roar, like a black cannonball being fired.

Almost simultaneously, Lin Feng's right boot heel slammed inward, and the geared spur instantly pierced the bull's ribs.

The intense pain and the feeling of being restrained enraged the North African bull.

It started jumping around in place wildly and without any pattern.

Its massive body arched violently upwards, its four hooves leaving the ground, before slamming back down, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Then it began to violently twist its body from side to side, trying to shake off the annoying thing on its back.

The height of its hind hooves as it leaped into the air was estimated to be over a meter, and its immense power left no doubt that it could send Lin Feng flying several meters high.

"Wow!!" The first huge gasp of surprise erupted from the audience.

Many people instinctively covered their mouths. In their experience, especially untrained novices, in such a violent jump, they should be thrown off balance on the first attempt and fall flat on their faces.

However, Lin Feng, perched on the ox's back, was like a nail firmly driven into the ox's back, firmly fixed there.

As the bull sways and bounces, the body adjusts slightly with a seemingly relaxed yet incredibly precise rhythm, always maintaining its balance on the bull's back.

His waist and hips seemed to be equipped with advanced shock absorbers, cleverly neutralizing the terrifying impact.

The bull, finding his usual tactics ineffective, became even more agitated.

It began to combine spinning jumps with powerful kicks from its hind hooves, and the range of motion became increasingly larger.

The hind hooves lifted nearly 1.5 meters into the air, and the body's rotation became more sudden and violent. This complex movement was extremely difficult for even experienced professional riders to handle.

In the center of the arena, several cowboys wearing protective helmets and riding horses were on high alert, ready to separate the bull at any moment.

However, Lin Feng's performance once again overturned their expectations.

Not only was he not left behind, but he remained as steady as a rock.

They didn't even dare to squeeze too hard, for fear of breaking the bull's ribs if they used too much force.

However, Lin Feng also admitted that riding a bull was still a bit exciting.

The intense jolts, the violent force, and the thrill of being on the brink of death, completely dependent on one's own reaction and core strength.

There are reasons why there are fewer foreigners.

Feeling it wasn't enough, or rather, wanting to add a bit more to the performance, Lin Feng, during another fierce surge of the Bulls, used his right boot heel to push hard again, and the spur stabbed him even more fiercely.

He even used too much force, and the spur went straight in, with the cowboy next to him seeing blood.

Oh my god!

Seeing this, they were shocked and their scalps tingled. Who would dare to do something like this?

The Bull "Black Whirlwind" went completely insane; the pain drove it into its ultimate berserk mode.

It was no longer confined to one place. It began to drag Lin Feng on its back and run wildly around the field in an almost reckless manner, jumping, twisting, kicking, and attacking indiscriminately. The cowboys in the field were so frightened that they scattered and ran away.

Dust filled the air, creating a truly breathtaking scene.

"Ring ring ring..." The crisp sound of the timer bell rang throughout the venue.

Eight seconds!

"My God, he really did it."

"Oh my god, I can't believe my eyes!"

"A generous crab treat! Eight seconds! No helmet! This is unbelievable!"

"What a fucking tough guy."

"The person didn't fall, and even their hat didn't fall off."

"This is what a real cowboy is like."

In an instant, all the tension and silence were completely replaced by deafening cheers, screams, and whistles.

The entire arena turned into a boiling ocean.

Almost all the audience members stood up and applauded enthusiastically.

Because Lin Feng lasted eight seconds without any protection, which is even more impressive than professional players.

Screams and shouts rose and fell, almost lifting the roof off.

Many cowgirls were thrilled, especially the young and unrestrained ones. Their eyes had completely changed as they looked at Lin Feng on the cow's back, filled with undisguised fervor and admiration.

The American world is strange; academic high-achievers are not well-regarded and can't find pretty girls.

On the contrary, those who are good at sports and fighting are often favored, and there are countless women around them.

A veneration of strength.

Seeing that the time was right, just as the bull arched its back violently and lifted its hooves off the ground once again, Lin Feng actually stood up steadily on the turbulent bull's back.

This in itself is an incredible miracle of balance.

Keep in mind that it's already incredibly difficult for a rider to bend down and grab the rope without falling; standing still is nothing short of a miracle.

Immediately afterwards, he pushed off with both legs and flipped backward into the air.

The cowboy hat traced an arc in the air as he executed a clean and crisp backflip, like a top gymnast, before landing steadily on the dusty ground, as stable as a mountain.

Quiet.

The deathly silence lasted for about half a second.

immediately!

"boom!!!"

A roar more frenzied than ever before erupted, nearly blowing the roof off the arena!

"Oh my god! What did I just see?"

"God Jesus, the Virgin Mary, he stood up and even did a somersault on the back of an ox."

"This is impossible, absolutely impossible, even a professional champion couldn't do that!"

"That's fucking amazing, it's a miracle created by God."

"I'm smitten, he's so handsome, I really want him to fuck me."

"He can actually stand up, my God!"

The audience went completely crazy.

All the cowboys jumped up excitedly, waving their arms, their faces flushed, and shouting at the top of their lungs.

This was an unprecedented miracle, and the first time someone had ever done it.

If Lin Feng's eight-second helmetless run demonstrated admirable courage and solid skills, then...

So, the act of standing up on the bull's back, then doing a backflip and landing completely exceeded their understanding of bull riding as a sport, reaching a level that was almost a display of skill, and even a bit fantastical.

At this moment, Lin Feng not only won over all the discerning audience, but also conquered the cowboys who originally had prejudices or a spectator mentality with his absolute strength.

Only those in the know can truly understand how awesome Lin Feng is.

Sarah in the stands was so excited she couldn't contain herself. She stood up, cupped her hands to her mouth to form a megaphone, and screamed with all her might, her bright blue eyes filled with starlight of adoration.

"Honey, you're amazing!"

You're the best, I want to give you a pair of little cowboys!

I love you to death!!!

However, the event did not end with Lin Feng's perfect landing.

The North African bull, utterly enraged and utterly humiliated, charged forward a considerable distance before finally coming to a stop.

It suddenly turned around, its bell-like bull eyes fixed on Lin Feng, who had just teased it from its back and landed safely.

Its breathing was heavy and rumbling, and its forelegs pawed at the ground restlessly.

With a roar, the bull charged again.

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