Douluo: My identity as the Holy Son of Wuhundian was exposed

Chapter 41 041: wwe free fighting

In an empty hall, spectators on both sides were cheering for their favorite players.

Soon a soul master defeated his opponent and walked down the ring triumphantly.

The host walked onto the stage, pushed up his glasses, and said elegantly: "Gentlemen and ladies, it's commercial time again. How about we break in for a commercial?"

The audience in the audience said: "Hey~" Then they picked up the rotten eggs and rotten vegetable leaves they carried with them and were about to throw them into the ring.

The host didn't pay attention to the boos. After avoiding the attack of rotten eggs, he smiled and said, "Don't throw it away yet. We have a special performance for everyone today."

When the audience heard that there was a special performance, they quickly stopped and stared at the host with sharp eyes.

Seeing the curiosity aroused in the audience, the host spoke: "You may be used to seeing soul master duels, so today at the Soto Soul Fighting Arena, we will present you with a new duel method. It will definitely refresh everyone and will not let you down. Everyone is disappointed.”

"Now we invite Shrek Academy to bring you WWE free fighting without rules. Let us welcome you with applause."

The host cheered, and the audience also applauded.

Zhao Wuji was topless and wore red shorts, revealing his strong muscles, and slowly walked onto the ring.

At the same time, in another direction, Dai Mubai was also topless and wearing black shorts. He jumped onto the ring with a powerful leap.

The host introduced: "Everyone is used to watching the duel between soul masters. You must not know much about WWE. Let me tell you the rules first."

"The meaning of wwe free fighting without rules is that there are no rules, you cannot use soul power, martial arts, and soul skills. You can only use your hands and legs to fight 1v1 without rules. The rules are very simple. As long as the opponent admits defeat, you can win. "

After the host introduced the rules, he asked the two players: "Are the two contestants ready?"

After getting the prepared answer, the host continued: "Then we welcome the etiquette lady and hold up the sign for us to start the first round of the battle."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ma Hongjun, who was wearing a black short skirt, his face turned red, and he ran past quickly holding a sign with an embarrassed look on his face.

The clothes were a little tight, highlighting Ma Hongjun's fat body.

"It seems that our hostess is still a little shy. Let's give her a round of applause to encourage her." The host joked.

The audience also burst into "good-natured" laughter.

After the audience had finished laughing, the host said seriously: "I announce that the first no-rules free fighting event of WWE has officially begun!"

As the host finished speaking, Zhao Wuji took action first.

A right hook aimed at Dai Mubai's head.

Dai Mubai dodged Zhao Wuji's right hook, his face full of disbelief: "Azhen, no, teacher, are you serious?"

Zhao Wuji's black face flushed with excitement, and he waved his fist to attack Dai Mubai.

"I think this rule is quite interesting. Without the use of soul power, martial arts and soul skills, it is only a physical battle. This is the real showdown between men."

"I have been doing defense for so many years, and it is not easy for me to fight with a real sword. Of course I have to go all out."

"Little guy, I've seen you unhappy for a long time, so give me a punch!"

Zhao Wuji roared wildly, while aiming at Dai Mubai's route of action, and hit him in the stomach with an uppercut.

Dai Mubai was hit by the punch, his face distorted, and he quickly avoided it, but who knew that Zhao Wuji had expected it.

Lifting his right leg is a sharp whip kick.

"Teacher, since you are serious, why don't I be polite?"

Dai Mubai dodged Zhao Wuji's whip kick and hit Zhao Wuji's abdomen with a knee.

With a "bang", Zhao Wuji could not avoid it and could only resist.

Zhao Wuji grimaced in pain and was about to fight back.

Unexpectedly, Dai Mubai put one hand around Zhao Wuji's head and hit him hard in the face with his right fist.

After one punch went down, the second punch came right after.

Originally, Zhao Wuji shouldn't be so embarrassed, but his character was like this, a little conceited, and he didn't take Dai Mubai seriously at all.

This is great, I suffered a big loss directly.

There was no other way, so Zhao Wuji had no choice but to hug Dai Mubai's head as well.

The two of them started, you hit my face, and I hit your head.

Be tough and don't give in to anyone.

As a result, a famous scene was born, in which two contestants directly faced each other head-on. The scene was comparable to the scene in which a contestant who had a good life as a child faced off against a beautiful white Chinese contestant.

The two of them gritted their teeth and refused to give in to the other.

This strange fighting method made all the audience excited.

A head-on fight between men is inherently masculine.

For a time, the whole hall was filled with women's screams, men's roars, and countless people shouting for help.

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became heated. Even in the boxes on the second floor, countless dignitaries, nobles and wealthy businessmen were also pulling their necks, veins popping out, jumping to cheer for their favorite players.

Liu Heng, who was in the box on the second floor, had a ferocious look on his face, and he also roared angrily: "Beat him to death, don't fight with him, knee-butt, whip kick, monkey steal peach, bastard stuff, he is a Soul Saint level The character is physically strong, so avoid fighting with him..."

The seven great soul master families behind him were equally excited and waved their arms: "Destroy him with one punch. You are the soul saint. Don't fight with him. Wear him out. Wear him to death. When he is tired, you can just fight him." Ko him."

"Madefak, you actually support Zhao Wuji? Don't you old men know the potential of young people?"

"Young Master, this is your fault. Zhao Wuji is a soul saint in his seventies. He must win. Why should we support Dai Mubai?"

"He's just a young boy, he can't stand on the stage."

"You're a brat, right? I'll let you know what a brat's beating is."

"Ahh~"

Xiao Wu, who was eating melon seeds out of boredom, looked at the confrontation downstairs, and then looked at Liu Heng in the box, who was chasing everyone with an iron rod.

Xiao Wu rolled his eyes helplessly. Xiao Wu was not interested in this kind of fighting method.

From Xiao Wu's point of view, there is nothing aesthetic about two men fighting each other in their underpants.

I really don’t understand why these humans are so excited?

The duel between the soul beasts in the Star Dou Forest was much more brutal than the one in the arena, and no soul beast was seen to be passionate about it?

Xiao Wu moved to the side in disgust to avoid being accidentally injured by the hot-blooded Liu Heng.

He conveniently held down the excited Ditian. At this moment, Ditian still looked lazy, his big tail wagging.

I can't wait to get off the field and participate in a free fight myself.

After half an hour passed, Dai Mubai, who had been fighting all the time, finally couldn't resist anymore. He rolled his eyes and passed out while holding the swollen pig's head on his head.

The host excitedly ran onto the stage, raised Zao Wuki's right hand, and cheered: "I declare that the winner is Zao Wuki~"

"Congratulations to him for winning this game, let's go to commercial break!"

"boom"

Zao Wou-Ki knocked out the host with one punch and rubbed his bulging temples: "I was beaten like this? You didn't find someone to treat me? You still want to insert commercials? Your conscience was eaten by a dog?"

(End of this chapter)