"What?"

The commentator took a step back and moved his right ear slightly, hoping to get a prompt from the organizer to tell him that this is a play and everything is for the entertainment of the audience.

However, the commentator who hesitated for several seconds was silent. [bsp;    When he didn't know what to do, he suddenly saw the male fighter walking straight to the ring and ran over to stop the other party. But he knew that the male fighter smiled slightly and kicked the ground with his right foot, he jumped out of seven or eight meters high, jumped out of more than 10 meters and landed steadily on the ring.

This move was extremely beautiful and was accurately captured by the photographer, causing the audience in the venue to exclaim.

"It's tied with steel wire, yes, it must be tied with steel wire." Gracey was shocked by the jumping of Lin Yunxuan's fighting clone, but she quickly forced herself to calm down and muttered.

"Hey, boy, do you want to challenge me? My appearance fee is not low." Looking at the male fighter close to him, Gracie moved his hands and said in a stiff Japanese language.

"That's the organizer's business, it has nothing to do with me." Lin Yunxuan's male fighter clone glanced at the referee on the stage who didn't know what to do and the karate player Yamamoto Ichiro, who was also in a confused state, and said lightly: "Referee, start quickly, hurry up, let me hit them two."

"One pair?" The referee opened his mouth wide and looked at the male fighter: "They are the champions and runners-ups. Do you want one-on-two? We don't have this rule here."

"I don't want your K1 trophy, what rules are needed!" Lin Yunxuan's fighting clone showed a hint of disdain, grabbed the referee with his right hand, and pushed him off the ring in one go, and then loudly said to the two fighters in English: "Take it, otherwise I don't guarantee you still have a chance to take action."

"You!" Gracie understood and his anger began to climb. He vowed that even if it was an entertainment program, he would beat the other party hard to let the other party know that in the face of a best fighter, what should he say and what should not be said!

"Gracy, since this guy has said that, what are we waiting for!" Yamamoto Ichiro was full of resentment at this time, and he growled, spread his hands and roared.

Losing to Gracey is a big blow to this karate rookie. At the same time, as a Japanese fighter, he also knows the Internet Heat video. Although he doesn't know if the person in front of him is himself, his identity as a Chinese martial artist is enough to make Yamamoto Ichirō angry.

Yamamoto Ichirō, who was smiling but not smiling, rushed over after roaring, and whipped Lin Yunxuan's fighting clone with a whip.

"Touch!" Lin Yunxuan's fighting clone kicked the same leg without hesitation, and the front kicking skills were activated at the same time, causing Lin Yunxuan's fighting clone to arrive first and face each other head-on.

After the loud noise, Yamamoto Ichirō screamed. He felt that his legs felt like they were broken and he felt that the pain was in his bones. He lost his balance and fell to the ground with a bang.

"Oh my God..."

In the audience, the audience who watched this scene felt incredible. The runner-up just fought with the other party and fell to the ground?

Gracie saw it clearly nearby and didn't dare to hold back. She wanted to use Basil Jiu-jitsu skills. But after the male fighter kicked that kick, he instantly appeared in front of him, and then grabbed his shoulder with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Gracie's heart was twisted and he wrapped around him. He used Jiu-Jitsu to break the opponent's arm. However, the male fighter hit him with a knee, which almost spit out his breakfast. Then he threw the fighting champion out of the ring like a torn rag.

Then the male fighter did not forget the runner-up who was still on the ring. He pulled his broken leg with his right hand and threw it away, allowing him to follow him off the ring.

"Impossible..."

It's too fast, all of this is too fast. If we count from Yamamoto Ichirō, I wonder if there is a second?

The commentator was scheduled to be on the spot, not knowing what to say, entertainment program? How is this possible? Just now, he heard the bosses' words. This is definitely an emergency!

"Is that guy really a Chinese fighter? That video... is it true?" The commentator only felt that his world outlook, outlook on life, and values ​​in this life collapsed most of the time in that second.

"No, it's impossible. China is the country of East Asia's sick husbands. How could there be any real fighter? This is fake, it's fake fight!"

The commentator was crazy. He could not let himself accept this reality, so his subjective impression began to exert his strong brain-study ability, which quickly thought of a possibility that fits his logic - a fake fight. This guy had already colluded with the champion and runner-up, and had a fake fight to promote Chinese martial arts!

"This is fake, it is a funny drama planned by the Chinese. Only rogue countries and rogue nations like them will plan such a ridiculous drama to try to deceive us, but this is Japan! Our IQ..."

The commentator shouted loudly, although the reasons were far-fetched and difficult to ponder, but some Japanese citizens with strong self-esteem agreed, but these echoed audiences quickly sucked in air and shut up.

The commentator had just shouted out the word IQ when he saw the Chinese martial artist on the ring roaring and punching the floor of the ring.

With a punch, the entire solid ring ground suddenly sank into a big hole, and countless spider webs began to spread on the rest of the intact ground.

This shocking punch was not over yet. After one punch, it seemed like a big explosion occurred. Most of the entire 50-square-meter ring was knocked down. The sound of thunder among the flying sand and gravel made the commentator's voice blurry like a chick screaming.

"The IQ is worrying~~!" Lin Yunxuan's fighting clone walked down from the arena that was ruined. When he passed by the petrified and ordinary commentator, he took the microphone in his hand, patted his shoulder and said softly.

Lin Yunxuan's fighting clone looked around. At this moment, a silent audience made him nod in satisfaction, but he said in his heart: Huh, it seems that he has suppressed these guys. Hehe, with this result, the big explosion bomb is useless! I just made a deep pit first, then made a concrete big explosion bomb stuck in the pit, and created such a power, turning the arena into ruins at once! I think that the sword saint of Liu Sheng would be very surprised to see this power!

"Then, it's time to implement the next plan." I glanced at the closed layout of the boxing gym with satisfaction, and shouted with the microphone: "I am a disciple of the Kunlun Temple of War in China. This time I came to Japan, and I didn't want to be involved in the secular world, but I didn't want to be misunderstood by the world because we have always been low-key in entering the world, so deeply!"
Chapter completed!