C1366 Heroic
C1366 Heroic
If they did not give up, they could still defeat a few more enemies on behalf of their fellow profound practitioners.
If they gave up, then all of the pressure would be piled on the rest of the Chinese Martial Art Tao.
The problem was, some people knew they couldn't win. If they went on stage and were beaten up or maimed by others, they would end up marrying for others. They didn't think it was worth it.
Like many people, it doesn't matter if I'm eliminated. You will be eliminated just like me. If everyone is the same, then my mentality will be balanced.
If I can't get it, you can't get it. If you want me to work hard for you, you can't even get me to do it.
This was what a lot of people were thinking, but they were too embarrassed to directly show it. Instead, they pretended to be righteous: "Beat him, why not? At this point, even if I have to contribute a bit, wasting the energy of others to fight back! "
"Master Tong, well said!"
"Everyone, let's go!"
Looking at their fake appearances, Wang Feng couldn't help but mock them: "Hey, did you guys surrender the moment you got on stage?"
Being hit by Wang Feng's words, a few guys immediately blushed: "How we fight is our business. If you continue talking nonsense, I'll give up!"
"Hur hur, you speak as if it's not as good as you guys." Wang Feng sneered, "You don't have to boast. People at your level, I can fight dozens of times with one hand, so I really don't care if you guys go on stage or not."
Wang Feng had angered everyone to death. They were currently in the arena, so if they didn't go up, they wouldn't be able to. It would be very awkward for them.
Fortunately, Wu Yaohui opened his mouth: "Everyone is on the same side today, don't get into an internal conflict. If you have the strength to argue, you might as well go up to the arena and fight another round. "
Wu Yaohui's words gave everyone a way out of their predicament. They hurriedly stepped down from the stage and said, "On behalf of Master Wu San, I can't be bothered with you!"
The match schedule for the group arena was set. Every China's Fighter had at least six opponents assigned to him. They had to defeat at least six opponents and then see if there were any opponents that the others couldn't beat.
Of course, the organizers were very 'considerate'. The first five opponents were all from the lower tier, and only the sixth opponent was strong.
This way, they wouldn't have to waste too much of their time fighting the high-echelon opponents. The low-echelon fighters would be able to take advantage of them.
As there were only twenty people on the stage, thirty Chinese martial artists had to go on stage in the second round's third match. Wang Feng, Zhang Zili, You Feng, Long Yuhao, and Wu Yaohui didn't go on stage in the first match, while Zhang Zihao and Wu Jiawei went on stage in the first match.
All of the fighters, Fighter, went up on stage. Master Tong, who was full of energy a moment ago, jumped up onto the stage and shouted: "Iron Fist Tong Zhen Xing, please enlighten me …" "Ouch!"
Tong Zhenxing, who had just gotten on the stage, suddenly screamed and fell to the ground. He had sprained his ankle.
Everyone was speechless. This guy, he really was … He acted so well!
No, it wasn't a real act, but a real twist!
Fighter wouldn't easily be injured in places like the joints of his hands and feet, because they had to pay attention when they were practicing their punches.
At this time, his foot was truly sprained. If he wasn't the one who sprained it, then what else could it be?
Wang Feng couldn't help but mock him: "Master Tong, you're competing for our country, and even your feet are broken. You're truly heroic and have a noble character!"