However, countless fist afterimages attacked.
Lavrov's rough face revealed a look of panic. At such a close distance, there was no way he could block it.
Peng, Peng
The fist force exploded, and the floor under his feet could no longer withstand it and exploded into dust.
Waves of powerful shockwaves spread in all directions, sweeping up layers of dust and flying into the sky.
The audience was dumbfounded.
In an instant, he swung out countless fists, and the strength was so strong.
Was he still human?
After countless punches, when the dust settled, Lavrov was already lying on the ground covered in blood. His life and death were unknown.
Silence!
A pin drop could be heard!
After a long time, there was finally an intense clamor.
"Heavens, this is too terrifying."
"He threw at least a hundred punches in a few seconds. Am I seeing things?”
"Isn't Ryuji's ultimate skill,'Kill' only 43 punches in the game?”
"This is an Evolver? Even if the boxing champion, Mike Tyson, came, he would have to kneel.”
The audience was dumbfounded and shocked, and the leaders of the various countries were no exception. They were all stunned.
......
"You actually killed him. Do you want to start a war?”
Puti reacted and his face flashed with anger. His gaze became extremely cold. He could not sit still anymore.
No matter what, Lavrov was a four-star general, but he was actually killed in front of him. Not to mention the losses of Bear Country, where was his face? Did he really think that the fighting people were easy to provoke?
Fortunately, Lavrov didn't know what his president was thinking. Otherwise, he would have gotten up and shouted," I think I can still be saved
"Hu ~~"
Matisse, who had exhausted a lot of energy to use his ultimate move, panted heavily. After a long while, he said with difficulty,""He's not dead."
In the face of Pudi's anger, he did not dare to be negligent. After all, Bear Country's military strength was second only to America's. Once they started fighting, America would also have a headache.
"He didn't die?"
Chilkov, who was originally prepared to fight with his life on the line, ran over when he heard this. When he found that Lavrov was only unconscious, he immediately hugged him tightly and said excitedly,""That's great. If you leave, who will pick up soap with me in the future?”
Ling Tian was speechless.
Pudi was speechless.
The US team was speechless.
The audience was speechless.
The music started playing again!
Get Billy, get Billy, get Dalin…
In an instant, the image of two burly men with curly beards appearing in everyone's mind made their anus tighten.
Seemingly knowing that he had angered the crowd, Ling Tian awkwardly turned off the background music.
"Looks like your Bear Country's general isn't as strong as our American's.”
"We won the first round, didn't we?”
Paralysis!
Didn't you just win a match by luck? Look at how smug you are.
Suppressing the urge to slap that hateful old face, Pudi said coldly,""Our Bear Country can afford to lose, and no one will know the outcome until the end.”
He could lose the battle, but he had to show off.
Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, the Bear Country's netizens began to shout out the might of the Emperor. The dejection from the defeat was swept away.
In the corner, Chilkov gently put Lavrov down and stared at Matisse."I'll go for this match. I want to do it for my good gay…Revenge, my good brother."
After saying that, he walked to Matisse, put on a special black glove, and got into a stance.
The surroundings immediately fell silent.
Matisse looked at Chilkov solemnly. Although he had fought a battle and was now heavily injured, his strong body suppressed his injuries and he was not at the point of exhaustion.
However, this kind of injury could not be delayed any longer. He had to end the battle quickly.
Thinking of this, Matisse roared. His footsteps were like shadows trampling on the ground, and his speed was like a ghost. In less than half a second, he rushed in front of Chilkov, bringing about a strong whirlwind!
Snake Fist!
An indistinct black fist shadow suddenly appeared, causing everyone present to instantly break out in cold sweat.
Chilkov was a little panicked. Although he had seen this move from the sidelines, when he faced it in person, he felt as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake, and his hair stood on end.
However, he had inherited the combat ability after all. He subconsciously raised his right hand, and his palm was like a sharp blade, blocking the opponent's fist in an instant. Then, he moved forward and hacked down, causing a violent explosion in the air.
It was actually a hand knife?
Matisse's expression immediately changed. He quickly raised his fist to block the attack and took a few steps back. He felt a piercing pain in his fist, as if the other party's slash was as hard as steel.
With a thought, the power in his body erupted and he fought again in the blink of an eye.
The audience was speechless. It seemed that only Leona in Team Rage used hand blades. This setting was too ridiculous. They couldn't accept it.
Miracle God, come out!
Ling Tian laughed out loud. He loved to see the audience being so depressed that they would vomit blood. In fact, Chilkov didn't inherit Leona's legacy, but rather, he had inherited it from Haylon, who had taught Leona.
Hadylon's fighting style was military boxing and his self-created assassination martial arts. Even if he fought head-on, he would be injured by those strange attacks if he was not careful. It was impossible to guard against them.
......
ding ding ding
The snake fist and the hand knife collided, but a crisp and pleasant sound of metal clashing rang out. The two of them fought intensely.
Dozens of rounds had passed.
Soon, someone felt that something was wrong. Logically speaking, Matisse should have been at a disadvantage because he had suffered internal injuries in a battle. However, the two of them were evenly matched.
"It should be a matter of combat experience. As a soldier, Matisse has been on the battlefield, so his combat experience must be extremely rich.”
" In comparison, Chilkov is just a civilian diplomat. Although he has inherited a strong fighting ability, he hasn't used it skillfully.”
"So, Matisse has a higher chance of winning?”
"Not necessarily. After all, such a serious injury will also affect the reaction nerves.”
"After listening to your analysis, it's all nonsense.”
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