Doomsday: The main character dies at the beginning, and the way of heaven is angry

Chapter 147 Zhang San vs Fang Yihe

"Next, Baimu Base will fight against Bayu Base."

After finishing speaking, Lin Tiannan glanced at Qin Yu's position, not wanting to take too obvious pleasure in his misfortune.

Qin Yu: ...

It doesn't have to be.

Qin Yu pushed Zhang San.

This guy is rough-skinned and thick-skinned.

He was the first to play.

"Brother Qin, you won't let me go up." Zhang San pointed to himself and swallowed uncertainly.

"Let you go, you go." Ma Dongduan wanted to push Zhang San over, but unfortunately he couldn't push at all, so he could only kick someone angrily, and he was still gasping for breath in pain.

"Oh, ho ho." Zhang San suddenly laughed wildly, and walked up with his big baby mace.

If the scene didn't allow it, he would have wanted to shout slogans.

After being bored for so long, I can finally do something!

"Hi ladies over there, I'm Zhang San."

Zhang San walked onto the ring without red face and heartbeat, and greeted him in a circle in all directions without any dead ends, abruptly creating a 'big scene' for himself.

As long as he is thick-skinned, the title of the most beautiful boy in the audience will definitely not escape.

"Fang Yihe."

The man looked at Wen Wensisi, and at first glance, he looked like a white chicken who couldn't lift his hands or resist.

Under the ring.

When Qin Yu heard this name, he frowned, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Hey, this kid came out so quickly.

Fang Yihe, an important supporting role in the plot.

The little fan under the protagonist Qian Yu is loyal and like a think tank.

Qin Yu remembered that the other party only appeared in the second year of the last days, half a year earlier.

The butterfly effect is really big.

Fang Yihe has the ability of the spiritual department, and his best skills are control and mental attack.

Although Zhang San attacked physically, Qin Yu secretly gave him 'special training'.

General mental attacks can still be dealt with.

"Fantasy." Fang Yihe snorted coldly, looking down on Zhang San, a simple-minded guy with well-developed limbs.

The boss has confessed that he doesn't need to keep his hands, it's best to kill the opponent, if he can't, he will be crippled.

"Bah." Zhang San raised his head, put the mace on his shoulder, and pointed his nostrils towards Fang Yihe.

The naked contempt annoyed the man even more, but he calmed down quickly.

"The fight begins."

The person in charge yelled.

Zhang San picked up the mace and rushed up aggressively, like a tiger coming out of the mountain, every step seemed to shake the ring slightly.

The force of the swing was so strong that it almost pierced the air.

Seeing that Fang Yihe was hit on the head, there was no trace of panic in his eyes, he just patted the dust off his body lightly.

Zhang San, who was originally ferocious, paused and uttered a cry of pain. His movements suddenly froze in place, and he almost lost his grip on the weapon in his hand.

The withered leaves floated past his eyes in the breeze, and his vision began to waver.

Zhang San is like a drunk man, beating the air alone.

Fang Yihe saw that someone had obviously been tricked, his eyes lit up, and he was a little unbearably excited. His usual caution did not make him take any action immediately, but continued to observe Zhang San's actions.

"It seems that Zhang San is going to lose."

"Damn it, what kind of power is this, it's so weird."

"It should be of the spiritual department."

"At first I thought that little boy was going to lose, but who knew he was going to win now."

The onlookers talked a lot, obviously they were not optimistic about Zhang San.

After all, the situation is so obvious, and Zhang San has no intention of breaking away from the mental attack. Everyone thinks that defeat will be a matter of time.

"Brother Qin, Zhang San isn't going to lose, right?" Ma Dongduan became anxious when he heard that, although he and Zhang San didn't usually deal with each other, it was just lip service.

If something happened to Zhang San, Ma Dongduan would definitely be the first to rush up.

Seeing that Zhang San was about to lose, he was naturally very anxious.

They didn't deal with Qian Yu, and if they lost, wouldn't it be embarrassing and embarrassing?

"Shanshan, what are you doing?" Ma Dongduan asked impatiently, obviously really anxious.

Qiao Shanshan didn't speak, but suddenly let out a chuckle, and patted her boyfriend's shoulder: "That's not necessarily true, take a closer look."

Ma Dongduan returned his attention to the ring, and Zhang San was still beating around with a mace, already close to the edge of the ring, as if he could fall off at any time.

He became even more anxious, unable to analyze the situation at all.

"Why are you still so calm? Think of a way."

Bai Zhan and Shen Yi were also slightly amused, they smiled and did not speak.

"If you lose, you lose. It's your turn in the next round. Anyway, it's not me who loses face. If you all lose, I won't play." Qin Yu smiled indifferently, his face was normal, but he couldn't see anything mood.

"I...I'll go?" Ma Dongduan was dumbfounded, why did this suddenly happen to him, he...he wasn't ready yet.

Isn't it good to be so sloppy?

Zhang San is definitely going to lose, and if he loses too, Brother Qin won't take revenge on himself crazily afterwards.

Although Qin Yu usually looks awkward, he is actually very narrow-minded.

It seems too late to run now.

Ma Dongduan's expression of bitterness and hatred successfully pleased Qin Yu's mood.

This kid usually practiced against Zhang San, but he couldn't tell the real from the fake?
He was slightly disappointed.

Everyone is making progress, but the speed in the eastern part of Ma... is a little bit behind.

"During Zhang San's special training, he wouldn't be so exaggerated even if he suffered a mental attack, not to mention that he did it on purpose."

Qin Yu made a point, and Ma Dongduan was inexplicably lost in thought, with a dull and incredulous expression on his expression.

on the ring.

Although Zhang San was circling around the edge of the ring, he subtly approached Fang Yihe's position.

At first Fang Yihe thought it was a coincidence, so he didn't care at all.

But now that the distance between the two of them is getting closer, the alarm bells suddenly sounded in his mind, and his body wanted to avoid it.

The mace came directly through the air and hit Fang Yihe's chest with precision.

giggle.

The sound of bones breaking was very clear in the quiet atmosphere.

hiss.

Everyone took a deep breath, as if they could feel the chest being hit hard by a mace suddenly.

Fang Yihe's body slid backwards under the huge force, and then fell directly off the ring. He spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground unconscious.

Zhang San touched his head honestly, and smiled harmlessly at everyone.

hiss.

Looking at the thick eyebrows and big eyes, he is an honest man. I didn't expect him to be such a thief!
"Zhang...Zhang San is victorious." The host was stunned for a while before making a sound, and the astonishment in his eyes had not disappeared in time.

"Oye!" Zhang San waved his hand generously, jumped off the ring and walked towards Fang Yihe.

Qian Yu's expression darkened when he saw this scene, and he wanted to block Zhang San's way, but he was a step slower.

(End of this chapter)