Synopsis: From the second kill Huashan smoke talent began to become stronger

Chapter 121

Underground arena.

The host’s passionate voice sounded:

“Dear audience! The two males are already standing in the center of the field! ”

“Brazilian Judo VS Street Fighter!!”

Hearing the host’s introduction, the audience cheered enthusiastically.

This kind of fist-to-flesh duel, whether men or women, will feel great excitement when they see it!

“Oh? Street Fighter? ”

In the stands, Tokugawa Mitsunari looked expectantly at Jack Fanma below.

“Is he a thug who eats on bounties?” He guessed inwardly.

At Tokugawa Mitsunari’s side, Yujiro Fan Ma lay on the chair with a bored face, half-squinting.

At this time, the host continued:

“The past history of Brazilian judo and the records of other factions are not left behind!”

“With Canada’s Street Fighter as an opponent, what kind of battle situation will be presented to the audience!!”

This is the moment.

On the field.

“Two of you, please go back to your place.” The referee monk gives the order.

Jack Van Ma and Brazilian judoka one by one, St. Paul Sirba look at each other.

After hearing the referee’s voice, the two turned behind them at the same time and walked towards the edge.

As Jack Vanma walked, he took off his vest, revealing 950 scarred but strong muscular upper body.

Seeing the scars on his body, there was a faint exclamation from the audience.

Unlike Huayama Fumi, although there are no bullet marks or cut marks on Jack Fanma’s body, the scars on his whole body as if they were stretched open by something still amaze the audience.

In the end, it is an underground arena, and every martial artist has traces of battle and glory left on his body.

Exit outside the arena.

Fan Ma Blade Tooth looked solemn and looked at Jack Fan Ma who was walking expressionless in the field with a hint of nervousness.

“It’s that feeling on the screen… What am I nervous about? ”

“Is it the person I met for the first time who threatened me?”

Fan Ma Blade stared at Jack Fan Ma closely, and on his body, Fan Ma Blade Tooth felt a similar sense of threat to Mo Wen.

That’s a feeling that only a truly strong enemy has.

“The game begins!”

Boom!

……

The beating of drums sounded.

St. Paul’s Sibal looked calm and looked at Jack Vanma on the opposite side.

“From the point of view of body size, it is about 193 cm tall, and as for the weight of about 115KG or more, it should be 116KG!”

“And my height is only 179 cm, and my weight is only 91KG, so there is a big difference in body size.”

“If you put it on other fighting skills, such as boxing and Muay Thai, I am afraid that you will already admit defeat before the start of the fight.” said São Paulo Sibal as he clenched his fists and raised them flatly.

He looked at Jack Van Ma with his gaze and saw that most of the St. Paul’s giant Sirba was taller and heavier than him, and accurately read Jack Van Ma’s data.

“The scars on that body show that the other party’s actual combat experience is very rich, and he should rely on his own flesh to take the enemy’s attack, which means that the other party has no martial arts skills, and his body size cannot form absolute suppression on me, I can win!”

St. Paul’s Sirba thought confidently.

The advantages in height and weight did not threaten him after learning Brazilian judo.

Because what Brazilian judo is best at is dealing with opponents who are larger than themselves.

Among them, São Paulo Sirba’s Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu attainments, even in the face of enemies weighing twice his own weight, can defeat him.

As long as he is able to drop it to the ground, he will use his superb grappling skills to consume his opponent’s physical strength and thus defeat his opponent.

Seeing that Jack Van Ma is only 116 kilograms, St. Paul’s Sirba has no doubt about his imminent victory.

Boom!

His feet suddenly burst into force, and he rushed towards Jack Vanma at an extremely fast speed.

When he came to Jack Van Ma, Silba found that he had not made any defense, which filled his heart with anger.

“Since you choose Toda, then I will feel the power of Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu!” Sirba suddenly raised her foot and kicked Jack Vanma’s chin.

Jack Vanma quickly looked up and dodged the blow.

“Good opportunity!” St. Paul’s Silba swooped into Jack Van Ma and grabbed him directly with both arms.

It’s done!

Sao Paul’s Silba looked pleased, and then he only needed to throw the opponent to the ground and weaken the opponent’s powerful weapons – that is, hands and feet, so that the opponent’s size could not play to its advantage.

Instead, he will be subdued!

Sirba wrapped her hands around Jack Vanma’s waist, grabbed her right wrist with her left hand, and at the same time hooked Jack Vanma’s left leg with her right leg, and kicked forward with her left leg with the power of sprinting!

With his 91KG weight plus a sprint, it should be easiest to shake the 116KG Jack Vanma.

However, at the moment when he tried to knock down Jack Van Ma, a picture popped up in St. Paul’s Sirba’s mind.

It was a towering mountain.

Yes, Oyama.

This is the first impression of São Paulo Sirba.

“For… Why can’t you move him?” thought St. Paul Sirba in horror.

His sprint fell and he couldn’t even move Jack Vanma’s footsteps.

……

Exit outside the Colosseum.

Kato Kiyosumi’s friend, Junichi Hanada, who has good strength in karate, saw this scene and said with a shocked expression: “That… That Canadian bastard. Not ordinary characters! ”

In the case of little difference in weight between the two sides, it is impossible to shake a little, which can only show that Jack Vanma’s physical strength exceeds what everyone sees.

Fan Ma’s bladed teeth were numb to the scalp, and the dark red hair began to fly openly, like a frightened animal, and the cold hair stood on end.

The feeling is strange, a bit like a natural reaction of the body.

Fan Ma was very puzzled.

……

Inside the venue.

St. Paul’s Sirba tried his best to lock up and try to fall Jack Van Ma.

But no matter how hard he exerted, Jack Van Ma did not shake at all, as if his legs were connected to the ground.

At this moment, Jack Van Ma stretched out his right hand and pressed it on his face.

Then Jack Van Ma’s right hand began to exert force.

Instantly.

St. Paul’s Silba’s pupils shrank, and he felt a huge force coming from his cheeks to push him out.

This force is thick, powerful, and endless.

Crunch one by one

São Paul’s Sirba seemed to hear his skeleton wailing.

“Well… What a lot of power…” Sirba roared in his heart, and he felt his cheeks feel like he was being held against a train that had just started, pushing him out slowly but without stopping.

He has been practicing hard for decades to grapple, and he can hold at least 250KG of weight, but he is slowly broken away under this strength.

“This guy is a monster!” St. Paul’s Sirba thought in horror, but his body did not stop resisting.

Jack Van Ma sensed that he was still struggling, a sinister smile appeared on his face, and the muscles of his right arm began to swell, directly pushing Sirba away.

Because Jack Van Ma’s arm span is longer than St. Paul’s Sirba’s, Silba cannot make a tackle when he straightens his arm.

Next second.

Boom!!

Jack Van Ma punched St. Paul’s Silba in the jaw.

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