The violent bear king in Marvel

There were strong winds on Bominglanger Island, and lightning came as scheduled along with the heavy rain, but in the closed competition venue, people couldn't feel it at all.

The players in the iron cage for the No. 1 lottery all stopped and looked at Wang Fan. This big and unpredictable man was more dangerous than they imagined. This forced them to face up to Wang Fan's threat. When everyone surrounded Wang Fan, the crocodile swayed its arms and stood next to Wang Fan.

"Boy, after a while, you are in the limelight now, brother, help you share the burden." As he said, the crocodile stood in front of Wang Fan.

In his eyes, Wang Fan is still the new recruit, the little brother who needs everyone's care. No matter how strong Wang Fan becomes, this concept cannot be changed.

Wang Fan looked at the crocodile with bleeding brows. It was so difficult to deal with a boxing champion, but now he stepped forward. This annoying guy made him feel a little warm in his heart. In this materialistic world, he has him This brother is worth it.

Others would not miss the opportunity for Wang Fan and Wang Fan to talk. The black market boxer was the first to find the opportunity. He volleyed and tried to kill the crocodile standing in front of him on the spot. He whipped his whip leg towards his head. If he hit, Even if you don't die, you will become a vegetative state.

Wang Fan pulled the crocodile, dodged the whip, and struck with his right fist. The fist hit the side of the knee. Through the slow motion on the big screen in the arena, we could see that the black market boxer's legs were unnaturally bent. The man also flew out and hit the fence of the iron cage with a loud bang. He fell to the ground and was still rolling around holding his leg. The man was so strong that he didn't even groan. Big beads of sweat remained on his forehead. .

Wang Fan patted the crocodile on the back, "Be careful, don't die in front of me."

"Shit, even if someone dies, nothing will happen to me."

Kuai Dao shouted outside the cage, "Double cover, alternate attacks, they are already in a group." Kuai Dao could see clearly from outside the cage that the injured black market boxer was not attacked, which also proved that everyone thought Wang Fan is the biggest threat.

Wang Fan walked to the center of the field, lowered his center of gravity, stood up and waved to a group of people, "Let's go together! Don't waste time."

Kuai Dao's eyes widened, what is Wang Fan doing, provoking everyone? He turned back and pulled Coulson's clothes and asked, "Is he crazy?"

Colson said extremely calmly, "He has the strength."

The 75kg boxing champion was the first to be unable to bear the provocation and hit Wang Fan with a heavy backhand punch in the face. The competition with the crocodile wasted too much of his energy, and he urgently needed to open up the situation.

Wang Fan turned his head sideways, folded his hands and hit him with a cannon hammer. Regardless of his limp body, he turned around and did a bear squat to avoid the knee of the Muay Thai master. Then he turned his hand and shot a cannon into the sky, knocking the Muay Thai boxer away. The master's body was knocked off the ground, and Wang Fan gained the upper hand and fought against the Siberian warriors.

It makes sense for traditional Chinese martial arts to say that the legs are no higher than the knees. Everyone knows that the power of the legs is greater than the fists, but they ignore the importance of the lower body to the whole person. Once the legs are higher than the knees, the opponent will find a huge In the neutral position, just like the Muay Thai master, he was knocked out by Wang Fan within two moves. The king of Muay Thai competitive boxing, but the life and death fight is not worth mentioning.

Now the only ones with fighting ability in the field are the crocodile, the fat mantis Chinese warrior, and Wang Fan and the Siberian warrior in the field, fighting each other with fists and fists.

The Siberian Death Warrior traded injuries for injuries, using his own resistance to blows to defeat the opponent in front of him. But even so, he did not take advantage of Wang Fan. He was beaten by Wang Fan's stormy combos, beating Beidu. Not found.

It has to be said that this soldier, who is as white as a polar bear, has a very strong resistance to blows. Wang Fan's cannon hammer, leaning against the mountain and hitting him with heavy punches, only forced him to the side of the iron cage, and did not cause fatal consequences. Hurt, covered in bruises and vomiting blood, he fell to the ground. Wang Fan retreated to the center of the field and looked at the Chinese warrior.

The fat mantis raised his fist towards Wang Fan, "Zhou Cong, the southern school of mantis boxing, I wonder what sect you belong to?"

"Wang Fan, who has learned Bajiquan by himself without any method or sect."

Hearing this, the fat on Zhou Cong's round face began to tremble unnaturally. He must have learned Bajiquan and lied to ghosts! As the saying goes, it is up to the individual to practice cultivation when the master brings him into the sect. If the skills passed down by the ancestors are self-enlightenment, then all those sects will have to drink from the northwest wind!

"Don't make trouble, there are many martial arts comrades watching on the dark web!"

"What I'm telling you is the truth. My Bajiquan was learned after analyzing the information collected on the Internet. I also asked Brother Zhou for advice." Wang Fan stopped talking nonsense and bullied his predecessors and subordinates into seeing the truth.

Mantis Boxing is a branch of Xingyi Boxing. Now that the inheritance has been cut off, it has been carefully studied by those who are interested. The skills of this boxing are all based on probing out the two fingers. Attacking people mainly relies on punching acupoints. Wang Fan's hard hitting did not last a few times. It was too much to recruit Zhou Cong. For Wang Fan, who had true energy to protect his body, his two fingers could not penetrate into the acupuncture points. His legs were also suppressed by Wang Fan's Baji Kick Technique, so he could only use his body to force Wang Fan. With the cannon hammer, he found an opening and jumped out of the battle circle. He shook his head and held his fists with a wry smile. His throat surged as he forced himself to swallow a mouthful of blood.

Wang Fan returned the salute and looked at his old comrade Crocodile. The meaning was obvious, asking him to withdraw voluntarily.

The crocodile glanced at Kuai Dao outside the court, shook his head helplessly, walked to the door of the iron cage, and signaled that he would give up.

The whole stadium and stands were in an uproar. The plot turned around too quickly. The game that was originally supposed to be a fight between dragons and tigers ended hastily, with the remaining three cages still to decide the winner! That's it.

Just when the cockscomb-headed host was about to announce that the winner of the No. 1 cage match was Wang Fan, the Siberian warrior stood up suddenly, roared, took out a pill from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth. After taking it, his upper body muscles doubled in size, as if mutated, and his bones were also deformed.

Wang Fan watched his changes. Only his upper body was changing. He looked a little deformed. He glanced at him with disgust, "Oh, he's quite impressive. You know, Pill Man, I've killed people who are bigger than you."

The dead soldier, whose figure had swelled rapidly, said angrily, "Then you didn't meet me!" After saying that, he rushed towards Wang Fan, his speed and strength obviously enhanced.

Wang Fan shook his head and rushed over. Bajiquan was never afraid of head-to-head encounters. Under the influence of the true energy, Wang Fan's fists made a whistling sound and moved against his body. The dead Siberian soldier was like a big sandbag. He was beaten by Wang Fan and was unable to fight back. The sound of banging was endless, and occasionally he could hear the sound of bones breaking. Zhou Cong covered his eyes with his hands. He really didn't want to see it. What will happen next for that big guy who is full of strength but can't grasp the corner of Wang Fan's clothes.

The sound of popping was endless, it was Wang Fan's fist that had pierced his enlarged muscles. After the final roar, the Siberian dead soldier fell to the ground, and Wang Fan stood in the field, like a blood-soaked Shura, glaring at him. Looking at all the players, his cold gaze pierced everyone's hearts. Wang Fan shouted, "Who else?" The ceiling of the stadium was shaking.