The scientific community went crazy when a mecha was given to a granddaughter at her birthday party

The live broadcast room.

Those who were optimistic about Hattori Hanzo just now shut themselves up.

They were frightened and dared not speak.

Someone had criticized Wang Yixue in the barrage before, and now they are afraid!

They were uneasy and their pupils were full of fear.

Countless Xiaguo barrages almost dominated the screen.

"Fuck! Fuck!"

"Yixue is awesome!"

"Too cool!! Goddess!"

"Fuck her!"

"Good fight! Please invite the next Xiaozizi to kill the team member!"

"..."

Following that, barrages from Eagle Sauce and other countries also began to appear.

"Xia Guo's Kung Fu is too strong!"

"My mother asked me why I kept kowtowin' 'bang bang bang'?"

"Who knows what kind of boxing was just now?"

"I know! It must be Luohan Fist!!"

"Bullshit, that's Kunlun School's Seven Injury Fist! If you practice it, all seven will be injured! Do you understand? I've already bought the secret book, hahaha..."

"Fuck! I'll buy the Seven Injury Fist secret book even if I have to rob a bank!"

"..."

In front of the big screen.

Lu Yong was shocked by Wang Yixue's sudden burst of fighting power.

Everyone in the command room was stunned.

After a short silence, a shocking cheer broke out instantly.

Lu Yong also showed a bright smile on his face.

Wang Yixue's actions were so refreshing.

So morale-boosting!

Aren't they, the Eagle Sauce and the lackeys, going to slap Xia Guo in the face in front of the whole world?

Now Wang Yixue slapped them in the face with a backhand.

I really want to ask Bols in person if his face hurts!

Is it fun? !

Will you still pretend in the future?

If you pretend again, I will beat you until you die!

There is another level that makes Lu Yong happy.

That is the top effect of the desperate virus.

Compared with the soldier serum of Eagle Sauce, the difference is obvious!

If there is no desperate virus, Eagle Sauce will definitely use this special forces competition to gain a bunch of little fans.

Now it is the other way around.

Eagle Sauce can be said to have lifted a rock and shot itself in the foot.

Helped Xiaguo promote a wave.

…

In the octagonal cage of Miyazaki Square.

The battle is basically over.

Wang Yixue scratched her head and shouted to Hattori Hanzo who was already cold in the distance,

"Are you admitting defeat?"

Boles: "..."

Lisa: "..."

Countless spectators: "..."

Even the barrage was full of exclamation marks.

Everyone was stunned without exception.

The person has died a long time ago, who are you talking to, girl?

How can a dead person admit defeat!!

Can you stop doing this kind of underworld stuff?

After Wang Yixue shouted, she waited for a while.

Then she retracted her gaze.

She turned to look at Admiral Bols.

The moment her eyes swept over, Bols shuddered instantly.

She took a step back quickly.

Her face was pale and she looked terrified.

She trembled and said,

"You...what do you want?"

"Admiral Bols, he doesn't admit defeat, and he didn't fall to the ground, but just lay on the Soul-Calming Tower and didn't move. How do you count the win or loss?"

"Ah this..."

Boles was speechless for a moment.

After a pause, he announced directly,

"This round, Wang Yixue wins!"

After that, Bols signaled his soldiers to take Hattori Hanzo's body off the Soul-Calming Tower.

The soldier went up and grabbed Hattori Hanzo's leg and pulled hard.

The lower half of the body fell to the ground.

The upper half was still stuck on it.

The onlookers were stunned instantly.

Wang Yixue's kick just now was much heavier than the previous two punches!

In Lisa's live broadcast room, countless people immediately started discussing Foshan Shadowless Kick again.

After a lot of trouble, Hattori Hanzo's body was finally gathered together.

In the midst of a group of people's fear, they carried it away.

Boers looked at the list in his hand.

Picked up the megaphone and said loudly,

"Then the next round will be Wang Yixue against another contestant of Xiaorizi, Fuma Kotaro!"

"Kotaro is on the court!"

Countless contestants looked at Kotaro beside them.

As if looking at a dead person.

Even the two Mao Xiongs whispered directly.

"Hattori Hanzo took two punches and one kick. How many do you think Kotaro can take before dying?"

"That depends on where Wang Yixue hits first!"

"What do you mean?"

"If Wang Yixue hits his head first, it will definitely explode with one punch, and his brain will splatter. There will be no need for a second punch!"

"Halle, bro! What you said makes sense!"

After the two finished chatting, they looked at Kotaro beside them.

Startled.

Kotaro

Taro's head was covered with white sweat.

His face was pale and his lips were chapped.

He had two huge dark circles under his eyes.

He looked as if he was about to die.

"I..."

"I..."

Taro's lips were trembling.

His eyes kept glancing at Hattori Hanzo on the Soul-Calming Tower and the white bone hanging on the wire mesh!

He wanted to say something, but couldn't.

His arms were trembling.

"I... I don't, I don't..."

"Gah——"

Taro was halfway through his sentence when his breath got stuck in his throat.

He couldn't go up or down.

His eyes rolled back quickly.

His body fell straight backwards.

As expected of a trained special forces soldier, he fell very straight.

After lying on the ground, his toes quickly straightened.

He twitched twice and foamed at the mouth.

He quickly fell into shock.

After Bols was stunned, he cursed inwardly, "Waste!"

He called the ambulance that had been waiting not far away to start the rescue.

The rescue personnel in white coats hurried over.

Carried a stretcher and carried Kojiro away.

Bols' mood fell to the bottom.

No matter how reluctant he was to admit it now, he had to say it.

Xia Guo was really more skilled this time.

Even An Zhui and Mi Gen would definitely not be able to beat Wang Yixue.

This was over.

If you want to win, you can only use other means.

But for now, at least you have to continue today's game.

It won't be too late to use means in secret after today's game is over.

Bols made up his mind.

He nodded secretly.

He was thinking of announcing the continuation of the game.

But when he looked at the participating teams, he was stunned.

Where are the people?

He looked at Lisa on the side,

"Where are the contestants?"

"No, they are all running to the flagpole!" Lisa pointed to a place not far away.

"Cheer..."

"Cheer..."

Before Bols turned his head, there was a harsh sound of steel wire rubbing against the pulley not far away.

Bols looked carefully.

The contestants from Germany and Russia were hurriedly lowering their national flags.

An Zhui and Mi Geng had just run to the flagpole.

Mi Gen's anxious urging could be heard from a long distance away.

"Hurry up, idiot. If you lower it too late, you will have to go to the ring and your brain will be blown up by a punch!"

"God, I swear, I'm the fastest!"

The two were really fast.

They are worthy of being injected with soldier serum.

The speed of lowering the national flag instantly surpassed the previous three countries.

"Cheer, cheer——"

In a few seconds, the Eagle Sauce flag was lowered and put into the trouser pocket.

Half of it was hanging outside.

An Zhui was full of pride, showing off to those around him,

"Mao Xiong, German, you can't do it! Too slow! Haha..."

The voice reached Bols' ears.

Bols felt dizzy.

Blood rushed to his heart.

He wished he could kill these two evil creatures on the spot! !