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No one answered, this action was already obvious.

Everyone seemed to have expected what was about to happen in the next second, but the bosses who had been stunned made them unable to think about it.

The octagonal cage is ten meters high, and there is a 40-centimeter-long steel bar running through the top of the cage horizontally and vertically, and it is covered with soft materials.

The moment he grabbed the long whip, he already had a crazy plan in mind.

Throw him up and nail him to the top of the cage.

At this time, Ito Ichiro had already brought the top of the cage, his body was facing up, and the armor on his body was almost upside down with the top of the cage.

It's now!

Lu Ming's eyes narrowed.

"Buzz!"

The fingers that clasped the bowstring were suddenly released.

"Shhhhhhh!"

Under the powerful ejection of the bowstring, the four arrows, comparable to the speed of cannonballs, flashed past in the octagonal cage, leaving four afterimages.

next second!

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Four sounds sounded at the same time, just like one.

Under the high-definition lens, it faithfully recorded what just happened in the slightest.

The four arrows, like precise scalpels, passed through the holes where Ito Ichiro's hands and feet were connected with extreme precision, respectively. The arrow stuck in the lock, securing Ito Ichiro.

Ito Ichiro was nailed firmly to the top of the cage.

The scene was silent.

Only the chaotic breathing of everyone and the nine people with shocking expressions on their faces after Lu Ming slowly lowered his longbow and swept towards the edge of the ring.

"Next!"

These three words landed with a sound, like stagnant water. They burst open with a bang, and quickly spread to more than ten countries.

The power of Sun in this voice, the unparalleled confidence, makes people feel as if they are on the scene, and their blood is bursting.

After a few seconds of silence in the arena, everyone's eyes slowly fell from the top of the cage, and finally converged on Lu Ming, and cheers broke out!

"Fuck it!"

"Ito Ichiro was instantly killed!"

"how did you do that?"

"My God, this is Daxia Kungfu? It's too strong!"

Road God!

Road God!

Road God!

The audience was shocked, even the more knowledgeable people felt that they were lacking in Cihai at this time, except that they were awesome!

Only this simple and rude adjective can perfectly express their mood at the moment.

"call……"

"too strong!"

"It's just a monster!"

Subei Mu several people were equally shocked in their hearts.

As they are sitting in the ring, they feel much deeper than anyone else.

Ito Ichiro was swayed in the ring and almost wiped in front of them.

The pressure brought by that huge body gave them an urge to escape.

They couldn't imagine how to fix a sumo wrestler with more than 1000 pounds of armor on the top of the cage with just four arrows.

How exactly is this done?

"Da da da!"

The referee hurried up, stood outside the octagonal cage and shouted: "Mr. Lu, the boxing match must be stopped, please let us in, we have to put him down."

Without looking at it, Lu Ming said, "No need, he can't fall!"

The angle at which the four arrows were shot was perfect. Even if he was stuck on the top of the cage, even if he hung it for a day and a half, there would not be any signs of loosening.

If you can't even do this, how dare you call it archery?

Without waiting for the referee to speak, Lu Ming looked towards the rescuer: "Next, who?"

The nine were silent, and in the end, Dalit got up slowly.

His face lost the contempt and pride he had before, standing in front of Lu Ming with his fists tightly together with me: "Dalit!"

"Lu Ming!" Lu Ming said, "Where's your weapon?"

Dalit shook his head and stretched out his fists: "This is my weapon!"

"So brave!"

Lu Ming didn't pull out his spear, he threw his right arm lightly, and raised a finger: "One punch! If you can still stand on the stage after one punch, I lose!"

"Humph!"

Dalit's eyes flashed with anger, but he didn't dare to say harsh words.

Because Lu Ming has the qualifications to say such words.

"Asan's boxing skills will be shown in the world!"

Dalit whispered to himself, stepped on the table with his feet lightly, and his figure showed a very rhythmic rhythm, slowly approaching Lu Ming.

Lu Ming didn't move, his face was sinking like water, only the fighting intent flashing occasionally in his eyes let people know that he was holding back.

"Tap!"

Half a meter away, Dalit suddenly attacked.

He knew very well that if Lu Ming dared to say such ruthless words, he planned to use the fastest speed to end the second game.

In this case, his temptation and defense will be meaningless.

He wants to win, and it's almost impossible to hit Lu Ming.

The only hope is to catch a punch from Lu Ming.

As long as he takes over his ancestors, all he needs to do is wait for Lu Ming to keep his promise.

One punch!

I just need to catch Lu Ming's punch!

I'm Dalit, the uncrowned king who sings where Asan goes!

A boxer who can break into the top five even on Fight Island, will he be unable to catch a punch?

Dalit believes that he has a chance!

"Hoohoo!"

A punch came, and the body followed the punch. The power technique is the pinnacle.

This is a mature, stable fighter who has already figured out all the body parts.

They know how to deliver the most beneficial punch!

He is forcing Lu Ming to fight him!

force is reciprocal,

As long as Lu Ming fights against him, even if Lu Ming's strength is several times stronger than him, but as long as he fights, even if he loses, as long as he catches this punch, he still has a chance!

Dalit let go of all defenses and bet everything on this punch.

At this moment, there is only this punch in the ring, and everyone's focus is on this punch.

At this time, Lu Ming moved!

Step back half a step with your left foot, Genting Qixing, bend your knees down, keep your right leg in place, and let your hands hang down naturally, then clench your fist around your waist, with the heart of your fist moving forward.

Seeing Dalit's punch, Lu Ming's knee slammed forward!

A force surged up from the heels, to the waist and abdomen, several shoulders, through the right arm, and gathered the punches.

"call!"

With a punch, the white wide sleeves squeaked, and the fist came out of the sleeve. Like Yunlong's claw. Like a vajra downturned pestle, smashed into Dalit's fist.

"boom!"

The fists meet, and time seems to stand still.

The desperate expression on Dalit's face was instantly crushed, showing the color of pain.

His right arm was bent into a thrilling arc, the clenched fist was released instantly, and his five fingers were drooping and lifted off the ground at the same time as his body. It took off three meters, and finally fell to the ground with a 'bang'.

He gritted his teeth to resist the pain and wanted to stand up, but his body was still shaking uncontrollably, and big drops of sweat rolled down.

"What kind of punch is this?"

"Xingyi Cannon Fist!" An old man in the audience's eyes lit up.

The old man beside him shook his head: "It's the Shaolin Bamen Paoquan. If it was Xingyi Paoquan, he would be dead now."

"Eight Cannon Fist?" The old man was stunned: "He also understands such an unpopular boxing technique?"

"Yeah." The long-bearded old man said: "The eight-door artillery boxing is very tight in attack and defense. Xingyi artillery boxing can only attack but not defend. If you punch down, either the opponent will die, or he will die. There is no third result, this Lu Ming is still kind-hearted. Otherwise, kill people. With martial virtues, not bad, not bad!"

Lu Ming stood up with his fists closed, and said lightly, "Three fists of the flash cannon in the vajra suit, and eight fists of the eight guns are in a hurry. This fist is a combination of Chinese martial arts!"