Chapter 740: King of Glory Duel
This guy nad Brother Jun was very disappointed with the performance of the Dragon King at this mont.
After all, the man before him was known as the number one master in the Imperial Capital, Dragon Ye. It was said that he possessed imnse strength and his moves were unforeseeable. Years ago, he had created a legend, and in these recent years, no one had managed to break it.
He had co with high expectations, only to see this so-called Dragon King nearly fall off the stage after taking just one hit.
It’s nothing but an empty reputation.
From this, it can be seen that the legend surely had been exaggerated, or maybe China truly didn’t have any real masters, just those with overstated reputations.
“Dragon King,” Brother Jun thumbs down, “rumors have it that you are very powerful, but show sothing impressive. Don’t tell this is your true strength, that would be too disappointing.”
He had rely unleashed a casual kick, and his opponent was swept to the edge of the ring, which was nothing like what he had imagined.
Too easy, there’s no fun in it at all.
“Brother Jun, beat him, hit him.”
“Dragon King, counter-attack, counter-attack.”
In the vast underground fighting ring, two kinds of shouts rose, one supporting Dragon King and the other confident in Brother Jun’s victory.
The Dragon King stood up, eyeing the soldier opposite him.
From Feifei’s perspective, she could see that Dragon King’s eyes looked lifeless, his body’s weight seed to float, as if he could fall at any mont.
The corner of her lips curved into a beautiful arc, “Sir, I don’t think the Dragon King will last much longer, you probably won’t even need to go on stage yourself, he’ll be down soon enough,” she said.
“Do not underestimate him,” Wolfman said, watching the Dragon King, knowing that he was holding back his true strength: “His body may be failing him now, but he will definitely win.”
Feifei felt that the Sir was overestimating the Dragon King.
If he hadn’t drunk that glass of water, no one would question his strength.
Just now, she had personally added the drug, then watched him drink it. After ingesting the drug, his agility would be halved compared to usual, as would the sharpness of his mind and the strength of his body—it ant that his skills were significantly diminished compared to normal.
The light in Dragon King’s eyes turned even colder as he stood upright, responding to Brother Jun’s provocation with no more than a beckoning gesture with his finger, signaling his opponent to attack.
Brother Jun snickered, leaping a few tis before throwing another sharp punch.
With a “smack,” his fist hit Dragon King’s face, and the Dragon King imdiately tasted blood spreading in his mouth.
“Dragon King’s skills are too weak.”
“My God, I thought he was a strong fighter, but it turns out he’s just a weakling. I can’t bear to watch.”
“Dragon King was so strong just a mont ago; how did he beco so weak so quickly? Don’t you all find this strange?”
“Isn’t it obvious, all those people before were no match for him, he was the strong one. Now that he’s t his match, what happens? In no ti, he turns into a weakling.”
“Exactly, he’s nothing but a weakling, yet he dares to call himself the number one master of the Imperial Capital. I could beco the absolute top master of the Imperial Capital with his level of skill, haha.”
“I could definitely beco the absolute absolute top master of the Imperial Capital.”
“Weakling, get off the stage.”
“Disgraceful, this is just disgraceful.”
The crowd below grew very dissatisfied with Dragon King’s two appearances on stage, hurling all sorts of insults.
Listening to the various jeers from below, of course, Brother Jun felt delighted.
He followed up with another punch with the back of his hand.
This ti, he missed, hitting the railing at the edge of the ring instead.
The next mont, they saw the Dragon King attacking the man called Brother Jun.
This ti, it was a feint, without landing a strike on the opponent.
Because of this, sighs of disappointnt spread through the crowd.
The Dragon King should put in more effort, to give them a good show.
Brother Jun sneered. He felt he had figured it out—the Dragon King was not in his elent.
Ha-ha, indeed fortune favors him; he couldn’t lose today even if he wanted to.
After the Dragon King’s attack, he imdiately counterattacked, but before he could react, he felt his body already flying into the air.
With a “bang,” he found himself beneath the ring, landing heavily on his back, unable to get up.
Damn it, he felt a sudden lightness in his waist and was down. Soone tell him what just happened.
He looked up at the person on the stage.
The victor on the stage was looking down at him with a winning smile, and gestured with a thumbs down towards him.
Brother Jun glared furiously at his opponent. So, he had been doubting him all along, this little cheat.
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