Zongman: This Holy Lord just wants friendly communication

Jackie Chan also squatted down, put his hands on the protective net, and looked at Xiaoyu.

“You really came to the competition!”

Xiaoyu said to Jackie Chan excitedly, "I knew you wouldn't let the Bull Warrior ride on you! Go and knock him down!"

"Xiao Yu, why is your mind full of these things..." Jackie Chan looked helpless.

He was chased by the Black Hand Gang all the way and came here in a daze. He didn't want to knock anyone down at all!

"I saw the Bull Talisman, and it's actually on the Bull Warrior's mask! Uncle Long, you must defeat the Bull Warrior. The host just said that the winner can take off the opponent's mask! Then the Bull Talisman will belong to us!" Xiaoyu was very excited.

Jackie Chan took a deep breath. Although he didn't want to admit it, Xiaoyu was obviously right. Now the only way to take the bull talisman was to defeat the bull warrior.

The Black Hand Gang has already chased us here. If we delay any further, something might go wrong!

"I must get the Ox Talisman before the Black Hand helps. I hope I can succeed today..." Jackie Chan's tone was a little uncertain.

Chapter 17: Jackie Chan is ravaged by the Bull Warrior

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!"

The crisp bell rang, calling for the start of the game.

"Uncle Long! Go and join the competition, you will definitely beat that bull warrior to a pulp! I absolutely believe in you, come on!" Xiaoyu's face flushed.

At this time, Jackie Chan turned around and saw the Bull Warrior charging towards him like a wild bull.

Jackie Chan, who had not yet adjusted his mentality for a fight, was caught off guard and hit by the Bull Warrior's big belly, and slammed hard against the iron pillar at the edge of the ring.

"Oh, bad luck..." Jackie Chan felt as if he was really hit by a bull. He became confused and dizzy.

Patches of black shadows and starlight began to appear before his eyes.

"thump"

Jackie Chan's legs went weak and he fell to the ground.

And the moment he fell to the ground, the whole audience burst into cheers again.

"Great! I knew the Bull Warrior was the strongest!" Parker yelled.

Xiaoyu never expected that her Uncle Long could not even withstand a single blow from the opponent. She could not help but cover her face, with worry and anger in her eyes.

Uncle Long!

Please!

Get up quickly and show some courage!

Jackie Chan fell to the ground, and realizing that the Bull Warrior was obviously serious, he gritted his teeth.

"Okay, come on!"

The next moment, Jackie Chan suddenly jumped up from the ground.

He was light and nimble, so he jumped back and stepped on the railing.

Then he suddenly jumped up, gathered his strength for a flying kick, and pounced towards the bull warrior.

It seems swift, but it doesn't seem to have any effect.

Not only did he fail to kick the Bull Warrior, but the Bull Warrior hugged him around the waist regardless of anything.

Seeing this scene, everyone knew that something was wrong. Xiaoyu covered her eyes, afraid to look.

Then, Bull Warrior hugged and threw Jackie Chan forward.

"boom!"

Jackie Chan was knocked to the ground by the force of his shoulder.

After being hit like this, Jackie Chan, who was already lying down, felt dizzy.

After two seconds of hesitation, he opened his eyes and looked to the side.

However, the Bull Warrior had already strode to the edge of the guardrail, and with the help of the extremely elastic guardrail, he bumped into it and rushed forward again.

"No..."

At this moment, Jackie Chan had only one thought in his mind -

Bad luck!

"Oh!"

The Bull Warrior rushed over and pinned Jackie Chan down under him.

The game was over almost before it even started.

Only the referee's voice could be heard from the field.

When the referee counted down to three, the ding ding sounded, signaling the end of the game.

"Congratulations! Let us all cheer for the winner of this battle! The winner this time is still the Bull Warrior who can never be defeated!"

As the fat host's passionate announcement sounded, the entire arena suddenly erupted in cheers.

The voices of the audience almost formed a wave, echoing throughout the venue.

The spotlight on the top of the field descended, shining on the Bull Warrior.

As for Jackie Chan lying on the side, a loser whose mask had been stripped off, no one paid any attention to him.

at the same time.

Truze, Afen and a few other younger brothers stood at the door and looked towards the ring.

At first glance, you can see Jackie Chan lying on the ground unconscious after being knocked out.

However, they just glanced at Jackie Chan and then turned their attention to the winner who knocked Jackie Chan down.

A talisman is embedded in the opponent's mask

"That's what we're looking for, let's go!"

Tru's squinting eyes locked onto the target, he snorted coldly in a low voice, turned around and left with his little brother.

Everyone was cheering, except Xiaoyu and her nemesis Uncle Long who was lying unconscious in the middle of the ring...

At this moment, Jackie Chan vaguely felt as if he had entered a dream.

In this dream, Jackie Chan could see a cloud of green smoke swirling and rising in front of his eyes.

Finally, the spreading green smoke gradually gathered and condensed into a whole ball.

Suddenly, Dad's head popped out from the mist.

"Huh? Dad?"

Jackie Chan was dazed as he looked at the green mist that was constantly spreading.

In this mist, Dad's head was magnified many times.

He just floated quietly in the sky, looking down.

"Aaron, do you remember?"

Dad's familiar, old and hoarse voice sounded in Jackie Chan's ears.

"Remember what?" Jackie Chan was still confused.

"Each spell has a different, unique magic of its own!"

Hearing his father's voice, Jackie Chan became even more confused.

"I remember, Dad, I remember you mentioned the twelve talismans, which represent the twelve zodiac signs..."

Jackie Chan suddenly felt a headache, "Oh Dad, I'm so tired, I want to sleep for a while."

Just as I closed my eyes, my father's voice rang out again.

"And one more thing!"

"And one more thing?"

Jackie Chan opened his eyes, "What else, Dad? My head hurts, I want to sleep."

"The bull represents strength. Don't try to confront the bull head-on."

Dad’s big head hovered in the steaming mist, with a look of slight disgust in his eyes.

"And one more thing!"

Under Jackie Chan's gaze, Dad could even stretch out a hand from the smoke.

I saw his index finger and middle finger slightly bent.

The next moment, it moved at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye.

With a "pop", it hit Jackie Chan's forehead.

"Wake up quickly! Xiaoyu is still waiting for you!"

"Oh!"

Jackie Chan was hit hard on the head by his father in his dream, and he seemed to be stimulated by some kind of magic at this moment and woke up from his coma instantly.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he heard one childish voice after another.

"Uncle Long."

"Uncle Long!"

"Uncle Long, wake up, are you okay?"

Listening to this voice, it seemed somewhat familiar, as if it was the voice of my niece.

Uh...niece? Xiaoyu!

Jackie Chan finally came to his senses, shook his still aching head, and sat up with Xiaoyu's help.

"Where is the Bull Warrior? Where is he?"

Jackie Chan gradually sobered up and looked around, only to find that the entire arena was empty.

"He's gone, and everybody else has left, too."