1621 Jiang Feng is the commentator
"I admire your excellency in martial arts..."
Wang Zhenyi stood up, took two steps back, covered the injury, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
“The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead... It seems that it’s time for us old guys to make room for the newcomers.”
Wang Zhenyi said, turned and left the ring.
Did he give up the game? Give up
Li Fan felt a little incredible. This Wang Zhenyi was very ambitious. Why did he give up so easily? Is Niu Xueyan's strength really so strong that he feels like he's seeing mountains
Niu Xueyan... Li Fan remembered this name and wondered if he would meet this person in the next game.
There is only one game left in the quarterfinals.
Their list has been released without filtering, and Liao will definitely form the White Tiger!
"The next is the last eight games... "
The host took out the list of the last game and began to introduce, "There is no doubt that every quarter-finals game is extremely exciting, and the last one is definitely highly anticipated. Let us welcome the two players in the last game, Wu Huang Liao Jue, and the white tiger from bwe!"
Martial Emperor Liao Jue... This person who was supposed to be killed was resurrected again with the help of Tianwaitian. Wearing a golden coat, he fluttered down from the air and landed on the ring with a royal demeanor.
"This contestant Liao... claims to be the martial arts emperor of China."
Before the host finished speaking, Liao Jue raised a finger and spoke loudly with a voice wrapped in immortal power.
"I will accept the champion of this competition unceremoniously."
Emperor Wu's declaration caused an uproar in the entire audience.
"Oh my God, this player Liao is really arrogant and arrogant, and he actually said such words! Will he really get what he wants? Or is it just an ordinary demonstration?"
Opposite him, the much-anticipated White Tiger player also appeared. This white tiger is two meters tall and wears a white tights with black tiger stripes embroidered on it. And on his head, he also wore a white tiger hood. This professional wrestler looks like a tiger walking upright, looking majestic and impressive.
"What kind of Martial Emperor is this? He has such a loud tone."
The bank boss sat in front of the TV and sneered, "Does he even want to defeat our white tiger? But it's okay, let him heat up the atmosphere. In this game, you will become my machine to get back my money. !”
According to the calculations of German actuaries, the White Tiger has a very high winning rate against this Emperor Wu, and can achieve a handicap of five.
"Okay, let's do it!"
The bank boss nodded, "This time, I will make back everything I lost!"
The betting market has been opened, and many people saw the White Tiger handicap five, and thought to themselves that since this Emperor Wu can make big talk, he must be quite capable, and he can hold on for five minutes, right
Therefore, a large amount of funds began to be poured into Emperor Wu. The bank boss seemed to see a golden mountain placed in front of him. That's right, go spend more money, and eventually the money will go into my pocket!
Seeing Emperor Wu's provocation, the white tiger stretched out his right hand and made a motion of wiping his neck.
"The White Tiger player responded to the opponent's provocation! It seems that this will be another bloody battle!"
In the host's voice, the last round of 16 has officially begun!
But Emperor Wu was not in a hurry to take action. Instead, he just stood there with his arms folded, half-smiling but not smiling, looking at the white tiger in front of him as if looking at a child, with a rather playful look in his eyes. The white tiger suddenly let out a roar, then ran wildly, approaching the Emperor Wu at an extremely fast speed. When he ran to Emperor Wu, he jumped up, put his feet together, and gave a beautiful flying kick to Emperor Wu's head.
"What a strong jumping ability! This is a textbook flying kick!"
The host shouted, "The audience has cheered, I don't know how Emperor Wu will respond!"
Emperor Wu still crossed his arms, and faced the sudden and fierce kick, he didn't move at all. The audience thought that the Emperor Wu was probably so frightened that he didn't even know how to dodge!
But just when everyone thought Emperor Wu was doomed, a golden dragon suddenly flew out from behind Emperor Wu! This divine dragon was three meters long. With a flick of its tail, it flew away the white tiger it was kicking towards!
The people in the audience almost exploded!
Dragon! This is the real Chinese dragon! Can this man named Emperor Wu actually summon a divine dragon
"Incredible! It's actually a divine dragon!"
Seeing the golden dragon flying around Emperor Wu, the host and the audience exclaimed together.
"I can't believe it. Is this really martial arts?"
People from the six major sects also widened their eyes. Could it be that Emperor Wu had also practiced turning the imaginary into reality? No, even if you turn fiction into reality, you can't do this!
"I'm not practicing any martial arts."
The Martial Emperor said proudly, "I have practiced the legendary Immortal Technique! I am the Martial Emperor, and I have practiced the "True Immortal Technique"!"
As he spoke, Emperor Wu sat on his dragon and flew up, floating about one meter high in the air, looking down at the white tiger below.
"What white tiger is nothing more than a kitten in front of me."
"Get up quickly, white tiger!"
The bank boss felt chills all over his body and was sweating from behind. The White Tiger won't lose like this, right? He can't lose! If he loses, he will have to cry because of the compensation!
It doesn't matter, even if that Chinese man knows some magic, he will definitely not be a match for our white tiger! After all, he knows the bloodline of the white tiger, and he is a real tiger!
In the eyes of everyone, the white tiger stood up again. And the white tiger also exuded a terrifying aura.
"Roar!"
The white tiger roared, and his entire body began to expand. In the blink of an eye, it swelled to nearly three meters tall. The clothes on his body were torn apart, revealing his original skin.
At this time, the white tiger's skin also grew hair, and its body was covered with colorful tiger stripes. And he tore off his mask, revealing his real tiger head, staring eagerly at the Martial Emperor floating above his head!
"My world view today has been overturned..."
The host swallowed, "I actually saw a tiger! It's a real white tiger!"
"This is the Orc of the West."
Another voice sounded from the host station. The host turned his head in surprise and found Jiang Feng sitting next to him at some point.
"Ah, Commander Jiang, can you help us clear up our doubts?"
"Can."
Jiang Feng nodded. He didn't need a microphone. The entire venue, with more than 100,000 people, could hear his voice.
"It's boring anyway, let me explain it to you."