From Fist Wisdom Blade To Muscle Daming King

"Ah, let's see how long you, a big guy, can run!"

Seeing Haru's sweat pouring out of his body like a rainstorm as he ran at top speed, the girl with only a pair of underwear left on her lower body swung her ponytail and ran away again.

She has seen this situation many times in the gym.

Many fat people who come to lose weight are like this when exercising. They sweat profusely even after moving a few times.

The more intense the movement, the more serious the body will lose water.

Although this super fat man's momentum seemed to become terrifying after he stood up, he also seemed to be even stupider?

He didn't even know how to conserve his energy, so he kept charging towards himself.

Sasakura Hibiki wanted to see how long he could hold on.

"The fight never stops!"

Just as Saakura Hibiki was running at high speed along the corner again, Haru let out a roar.

Putting both feet on the ground, the body balled up into the air, and then flipped several times in the air.

It hit the girl in front of her with a "boom", blocking her path.

"What?"

Standing on the commentary table, Shen Xiang saw Haruo's difficult moves and exclaimed:

"The Chunnan contestant actually managed to fly easily with his body weighing over 600 kilograms."

"This is simply unimaginable!"

Ziyin was also so shocked that her mouth opened wide.

"With such a terrifying size, he can actually do backflips continuously?"

"Isn't it a bit perverted?"

After Haru landed, two streams of hot air came out of his nostrils and his right arm was raised high.

The next second, a huge fist hit the girl at high speed with a whistling sound.

"ah?"

Sagura Hibiki, who was running at full speed, suddenly found himself shrouded in shadow. When he looked up, he saw a large, exaggerated fist that was infinitely magnified in his field of vision, and his pupils instantly shrank into two black dots.

"Damn it, it seems I can't stop the car!"

Sagura Hibiki rushed forward, never expecting that Haru would suddenly block in front of him. His heart suddenly panicked, and his body instinctively leaned back.

boom!

A big hole was opened in the ground.

"ah!"

"ring!"

"No!"

The three little ones in the entrance passage exclaimed.

But in the flying dust, Haru flew up.

Bang!

The body weighing more than 600 kilograms flew high into the air, and then hit the ground again under the influence of gravity.

The huge tonnage shocked the entire arena.

"What's happening?"

Standing on the commentary stage, Shen Xiang shouted in shock: "Obviously it's the Haruo player who is attacking, but why is he flying on his own?"

The staff in the main control room were very considerate and played the video on the big screen in the center.

In the picture, just when Haru's fist was about to hit Saakura Hibiki, the girl's body leaned back to the extreme, almost grazing the ground and sliding through the gap. Then she made a sliding shovel and shoveled Haru's right ankle, knocking it out. Shovel to the sky.

Hibiki Style: Fighting Technique: Slide Shovel!

"Ah, I knew it was just a tactic to run away from me!"

Shen Xiang jumped up excitedly at the commentary desk, "When she was in a desperate situation, Saakura Hibiki perfectly demonstrated her super combat IQ to us!"

"Xianggui. Xianggui!"

"Hibiki. Invincible!"

The audience who watched the battle scene also let out wild cheers again.

"Clam?"

"I escaped?"

Saakura Hibiki stood up with a look of panic on his face. After hearing Shou Xiang's explanation, his panic turned into confusion.

What tactic?

I just couldn't stop the car, couldn't control my body shape, and just slid along with the inertia.

Why is it just showing combat IQ?

However, it seems that he won, right?

Touching his blood-red back that was rubbed by the ground, Saakura Hibiki looked at Haru who was hit hard on the ground and was still lying down, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Does he have another chance to avenge his little brother?

"Hahu."

"A warrior never gives up!"

Just when Sakura Hibiki was looking forward to victory, Haru took two big breaths, turned over and stood up again, squatted down, and prepared his jumping posture again.

"Uh, are you still coming?"

Sasakura Hibiki jumped two steps like a frightened rabbit, raised his hands and prepared to surrender.

If Haruo jumped directly in front of him like before.

She didn't think she could escape by chance.

"Ah, it hurts. It hurts!"

But before she could shout the word "surrender", Haru, no, Haruo held his ankles and howled in pain.

"Ouch. Good. It hurts!"

Haru, the god of war, disappeared, and the fat man regained consciousness. The fat man weighing more than 600 pounds cried like a child.

Only then did the audience realize that Haru's ankle, which had been slipped by the girl, was obviously deformed.

Also, with Hibiki's terrifying strength, how could it be okay if it was hit by a shovel?

"Hey, it's useless!"

Leng Kong was disappointed when he saw this scene.

Ziyin was puzzled: "What do you mean?"

"Have you ever seen any fighter hugging his head and crying because of such an injury?"

Leng Kong: "If you are just a little fatter, you can just exercise and lose weight, but your will is corroded and your way forward is blocked. Now you can only rest on your body's laurels, and you will never be able to become a top fighter."

"It seems so!"

Ziyin nodded in agreement. Compared with those combatants who didn't take fractures and bleeding seriously, Haruo seemed particularly weak.

This "weakness" does not mean that he is not physically strong, but that he is weak in will.

"Hey, what's going on?"

Saakura Hibiki, who was about to surrender on the field, suddenly found that Haru's overwhelming aura had disappeared.

He patted his rapidly rising chest and breathed a sigh of relief: "Hiss. I thought he was going to jump again. I was almost scared to death!"

Then he looked at Haruo, who was sitting on the ground hugging his legs and crying bitterly. Did he feel like he didn't have to rush to surrender?

Well, wait first!

Sasakura Hibiki lowered his raised right arm.

"Ah you idiot, what are you doing?"

"Get up and continue!"

Seeing the same scene, Kono Akio became angry and yelled at Haruo who was sitting on the ground and screaming in pain:

"If I haven't even spanked a little girl, what's the use of caring for me?"

"If you lose, go back to the mountains."

In order to control Haruo, Kono Akio deliberately degenerated him into a fat otaku Haruo, and destroyed each super fighter alive. Now that Haruo couldn't beat him, he was furious again.

"Return to the tribe?"

"Back to the time when there was no Internet, video games, or comics?"

"A place without snacks and happy water?"

"no, do not want!"

"I don't want to go back there!"

Faced with the most poisonous curse of being an otaku, Haruo's fat otaku soul broke out.

The desire for spiritual food made him suppress the severe pain, dragging his broken ankle and limping towards Saakura Hibiki.

"Clam?"

"You still want to fight?"

Saakura Hibiki quietly took a step back.

"I want to play games!"

"I want a snack!"

"I want to drink happy water!"

"So I must defeat you!"

Haruo endured the severe pain and continued to advance towards Saakura Hibiki step by step.

"Hooah. Hooah!"

But only one leg was left to support his huge body, and the burden became even heavier. He was already out of breath after taking only a few steps.

"Nothing interesting, I'll go upstairs to have something to drink."

Leng Kong shook his head and stood up.

Ziyin: "Don't watch it?"

"Well, the outcome is no longer in suspense."

Leng Kong shook his head: "Since Haruo can't bear the pain and doesn't have enough perseverance to pursue, Hibiki will definitely win."

Ziyin: "Pay attention to the time, it won't be long before you come on stage."

"Know!"

Leng Kong waved his hand and walked towards the inside of the building. The circular arena had special lounges and entertainment facilities for combatants.