I am the king of fighting!

Chapter 159

Two hours later, at the alien fighting competition.

“There are more spectators and fewer players.”

Lin Xi sat on a chair at the entrance of the contestant passage, lazily observing the competition venue. When he came here, he had a full meal, reserved the books recommended by Yuan, and sent out the replies by the way. Then he reported to the scene to participate in the competition. The random draw matching had actually ended, but the results would not be notified to the contestants until the organizer had dealt with matters related to the competition.

A heavyweight player like him would have to wait even longer. After all, the organizer would do the publicity, warm-up, and set up the venue, and all of this would take about half an hour to an hour to complete. Some spectators might already know who his opponent is before him.

"I'm going to start reading after I get home today..."

Lin Xi rested his hands on the back of the chair next to him, his face full of despair. He could never have imagined that he would still have to study hard after traveling through time. Could it be that a poor student could not become the king of fighting?
Kyo Kusanagi: I am offended.

Speaking of this cheating protagonist, he suddenly remembered that the fight between Kusanagi and his son ended in the second round. Kusanagi Shibafu looked like he was fighting very hard with his son, but then he was kicked off the stage without even letting go of Orochi. How can I put it...

Anyway, after the battle, the previous head of the Kusanagi family, Mr. Kusanagi Shibafu, disappeared in Tokyo.

"There's a game starting over there."

Lin Xi saw the big screen in the distance light up, and the avatars on both sides of the two English letters VS changed rapidly, and finally stopped on the pictures of Edmund Honda and Andy Bogard. He raised his eyebrows, a battle between two acquaintances.

Soon, the two came to the ring and stood there, waiting for the referee to announce the start of the game, and then they began to test each other.

Honda had completely learned the lesson from his last defeat. His steps were very steady, without any reckless advances. He slowly approached his opponent on the ring, revealing seemingly flaws from time to time. Anyway, his body had been polished to be extremely hard, so it didn't matter if he took a few hits.

Andy was even more careful. Even though he was not Japanese, he had lived in Japan for seven or eight years and was very familiar with Zhang Chu Daguan. His steps kept changing and his position was erratic. Sometimes he moved forward and sometimes made false moves to create false airflow. He was not in a hurry at all. The ring turned into a big Northeastern stage for the two of them to perform a duet.

But Honda couldn't tolerate Andy, the successor of the ninja school. He came here to promote sumo, so what was the point of just walking back and forth?
"Haaaa!" he shouted, and took a step forward regardless of anything.

"Swish!" Andy made a feint and hit his opponent's neck with his elbow, but there was a dull thud. He stepped on his opponent's thick thigh and did a backflip, thus widening the distance again.

Honda patted the slightly red skin on his neck, and as his breath flowed, the skin quickly returned to normal, with almost no damage.

The agile assassin versus the heavily armored warrior with stacked armor. Judging from the looks of the two of them, there should be a fight. It depends on whether Andy will be caught first or Honda will be broken first.

A match also started on the other side of the ring. It was the swordsman who had injured Lin Xi last time versus an Aikido master. As soon as the match started, the Aikido master was in danger. After a few slashes of the sword, the white martial arts uniform was torn.

There's no way. Aikido is good at destroying balance, but I'm facing a swordsman who is an inch taller and an inch stronger. What can I do to destroy anything with just one chop? It's even difficult to get close to him.

Reality is different from games. There is balance in games, but reality is an absolutely terrible balance. Armed masters naturally have an advantage over unarmed fighters.

One after another, the contestants began to enter the venue. Those who were able to advance to the third round and were willing to participate on the first day were almost all very confident in themselves.

Soon it was Lin Xi's turn. After the big screen scrolled quickly, he saw his opponent -

The chief commander of Hot-Blooded High School, Kunio.

Lin Xi stepped onto the stage with a very delicate mood. Looking at the bad boy with a crew cut opposite him, he felt quite weird.

Unlike his short appearance in the game, in reality, although Guofu is only 1.7 meters tall, he has a strong presence. When he stepped on the stage, he threw away his white school uniform and wore a crimson vest. He looked very strong, but his eyes and expression were dull. "Hey, you guy, what's that look?" A bad boy wearing the same school uniform and the same crew cut shouted loudly with his tongue flicked. It was obvious that Lin Xi's eyes made him very unhappy.

Convex.

Lin Xi responded with an internationally accepted gesture, which drew a wave of curses.

Guofu scratched the back of his head, shaking his head, his eyes became serious, with two band-aids on his face, and shouted with a serious expression: "I'm sorry, Mr. Lin Xi, I have reasons to win!"

"Oh?" Lin Xi waved, "Then let's fight!"

"For everyone's free fried noodles and bread for lunch! I'm risking my life!" Kunio yelled, saying something strange, "I will definitely defeat you too!"

"Ahhhhhhh!"

Guofu raised his leg and kicked with such speed that it left a long shadow in the air, and with a loud bang, it was in the face in the blink of an eye.

"Chief Commander! Chief Commander!"

The bad boys of the hot-blooded high school started cheering together.

"Chow mein bread?"

Lin Xi felt a little numb facing this simple and rough kick. No matter how fast or how domineering the name of the Mach Kick was, it was just a flying kick of a bad boy and its value was almost zero!
Not to mention it was all for free fried noodles and bread...what a crazy guy.

He complained in his heart and chopped down with his knife. Guofu fell to the ground immediately. He covered his neck and rolled over and over for a few times. Then he stood up with a painful face and continued to roar with a hot face: "Damn it, I won't lose to you like this!"

"Chow mein bread! Chow mein bread!" It seemed like the bad guys were refueling in the wrong place.

"Don't waste your passion on inexplicable things!"

Lin Xi flashed in front of Guofu and punched him while complaining.

"Squeak~Ga" Guofu held his head to defend himself, and his body left a long tunnel on the ring. He stepped dizzily under the ring, and after stumbling several times he finally stood firm.

"You've already lost." Lin Xi said calmly. He always felt that if he continued to tangle with this guy, he would be assimilated into the bad style.

"Damn it, don't underestimate me!" Guofu got excited again!

"Ahem," the referee coughed dryly a few times, "Contestant Guofu, you have fallen outside the ring."

"What!" Two lines of tears appeared on Guofu's face. "How could I, how could I lose here..."

"Chow mein bread~Chow mein bread~" The shouts of the bad boys changed from passionate and excited to low and sad.

(End of this chapter)