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In just one minute, Fang Lang actually cleared away the other contestants on the platform, leaving only two people at this time.
"Who are you?" Qingjiao stared at Fang Lang's mask and said in a deep voice, "A strong person like you will never be unknown."
"I am good for anyone. You are no match for me. Just admit defeat." Fang Lang said calmly.
Without the use of dual fruit abilities and sword skills, relying only on three-color domineering and physical skills, Qingjiao, who had a bounty of more than 500 million at his peak, was no match for him.
His weapon color has reached the top level of the third stage, his observation color has reached the elementary level of the second stage, and his overlord color has reached the top level of the second stage.
In taijutsu, it goes without saying that the strength of fists and feet is very important, and the use of the six postures is quite skillful.
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"The great swordsman has no shortcomings, this statement is not empty talk!"
If I have to say it, age is the only shortcoming. If you get too old, your strength will decline, no matter who you are.
"Based on your body shape, physical strength, and movements, you should be relatively young. With such strength, you will definitely not be unknown. You are a master of boxing and kicking, and a master of martial arts. Where did you learn from it?" Qingjiao laughed. ask.
When Fang Lang heard this, he found it a bit interesting. If he had to say it, his master in martial arts was Buddha Zhizhi Warring States, and his master in swordsmanship was Ji Shenake.
"It's useless to talk more. Since you didn't prepare the number of people, don't blame me." Fang Lang snorted and punched suddenly.
This punch not only has the armoring power of armed domineering power, but also the coercive presence of overlord domineering power.
The addition of the two is by no means as simple as one plus one.
"Well done! Let me see who you are learning from!" Faced with this blow, Qingjiao also punched him, "Eight Chong Fist Shadow Dragon!"
In the sound of the sound, the two punches were confronted, and a domineering continued to radiate outwards, as if it was thunderous in a sunny day, and the sound of the bombardment continued.
The battle between the two kings, the confrontation of domineering power, has gone beyond the technical level, and is purely a competition of their own domineering power.
"Two overlord colors!" Some of the contestants who fell into the water shouted in shock.
The overlord color was revealed for the first time in the competition, and there were two of them at once. It was simply terrifying!
But the people in the audience kept fainting under the radiation of this warring domineering force, and no one was spared.
Even the contestants who were lucky enough not to be swallowed by the betta fish after falling into the water, many of them fainted directly.
"You look like a king, young man, what kind of king do you want to be?" Qingjiao's face turned red and he roared.
"Standing above all living beings, standing at the top of the times, I want to be the king of kings!" Fang Lang grinned. This was the first time someone asked him such a question.
"Hahahaha, that's not a king, that's a god!" Qingjiao laughed, doubling his fist strength, "I want to become the king of wealth! With gold, silver, treasures, crown jewels, I'm going to fill the Ruosier Lake!"
"So, you are no match for me! Old man, get off here!" Fang Lang snorted coldly, and his armed domineering energy suddenly erupted into a powerful impact.
With a bang, a domineering identity was instantly created, and Qingjiao's huge body finally bounced into the audience like a cannonball.
Smoke and dust filled the air, and dense cracks appeared on the entire platform due to the domineering battle between the two.
At this moment, Fang Lang is the only person standing on the platform.
The commentator swallowed his saliva. He never expected that even Qingjiao would be defeated. What surprised him the most, and what was most difficult to accept, was that this masked man actually possessed a domineering aura!
"The winner, the winner is the masked man Hilbert!" Finally, the commentator reluctantly announced the result.
But because the audience was all in a coma, no one responded to him at all.
This made him feel very embarrassed.
Fang Lang suddenly looked at this person, with a kind of ridicule in his eyes.
Although he didn¡¯t say a word, everyone understood that the previous commentator made a bet, and now that he has lost, it is time to fulfill his promise.
"I'm a professional commentator!" The commentator turned purple and said through gritted teeth: "Very good, Hilbert, you exceeded my expectations and made my commentating career have a dark history! However, I You are a professional, you are great, I am willing to admit defeat!"
As he spoke, he stretched out his index finger to pick his nose. After a moment, a black booger stuck to his fingertip, and he opened his mouth to swallow it.
The commentator's face was twisted, and he swallowed it hard to hold back his nausea, and was speechless for a while.
"She has some backbone." Fang Lang raised his eyebrows, a little surprised. He thought this person would default on his debt, but now it seemed that the other person was a tough guy who dared to take risks.
While thinking about it, Fang Lang slowly walked towards the winner's group position. His eyes swept across several people and finally stopped at the No. 5 position.
This guy has red hair!
After getting closer, Fang Lang was already sure and didn't say anything at the moment. He sat directly in seat 8 and closed his eyes to rest.
The commentator, who had been watching him, was trembling slightly. This embarrassment was huge, but it was his own fault. All he could do at this moment was scold Fang Lang in his heart.
At this moment, the contact phone next to him rang. He picked it up and hung up again after a moment.
The commentator took a deep breath and shouted into the loudspeaker: "Now the eight groups of contestants have decided the winner. Next is the competition for eight powerful people. The prize is the Zhenzhen Fruit. Before telling the rules, let us first see Take a look at this superhuman devil fruit of the legendary strongest man!"
As soon as the words fell, the eight winners sitting here cheered up and turned their attention to the explanation on the high platform.
A girl walked out directly from the door behind him.
The girl is dressed as a maid, with long wavy hair, a soft hat and mask-like glasses, a cigarette in her mouth, a slim dress and a short skirt, with a tall figure, but carrying a huge artillery weapon on her back.
Of course, these are not noteworthy places.
In the girl¡¯s hand, she held a box, which was covered by a red silk scarf.
At this time, the commentator stood up, lifted the silk scarf, and opened the box. Suddenly, the Zhenzhen Fruit was exposed.
At this moment, Fang Lang moved!
Not only him, but the other six people also took action. Only Hawkeye sat safely in his position.
¡°That¡¯s the real thing!¡±
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