Chapter 814: Oppression
The masters of the Hunter Association are more concerned about the president's situation than the audience. At present, it seems that the Ant King is definitely not easy to deal with. The president may really die here, at his happiest moment.
Looking at Wang's calm expression, the president made his second move: "Fourth move!" He used his hand as a spear tip and stabbed Wang.
Wang did not move, allowing Guanyin's golden finger to stab him. He was pushed more than ten meters away and stopped only after breaking the stone pillar. The stone pillar fell and crushed the ring.
"Wang, don't you still have the fighting spirit?" The president frowned and asked.
"You will die." Wang said, "Are you so anxious to go to the road of death?"
"Wang, people will die." "At least let me enjoy the joy of fighting while I am alive." "Eighth Style!" Guanyin swept across with her hand knife and swept Wang onto the pillar: "Wang, do you want to know your name?"
The president knew that the ant king had nothing and needed nothing. Originally, Wang still had the desire to conquer the world in the human world, but after knowing Xiaomai, his evil thoughts towards humans have been reduced a lot. It can be said that he is strong without desire. The president has no means to arouse Wang's fighting spirit.
But the president remembered that Duran said that Wang didn't know his name and wanted to know his name because he wanted to communicate with Xiaomai on an equal footing, so he needed a name. But ordinary people are not worthy of naming Wang, and Wang will not name himself. Because Wang is Wang, he doesn't know what he should be called, and there is only one person who can name him, and that is Wang's mother.
It's a pity that the queen ant died when Wang was born, and she didn't leave a will, so the only person who knows Wang's name is Duran, the time traveler.
Duran told the president that if the fight was not satisfying, he would use Wang's name as bait, which was Wang's only wish.
"My name?" Wang's eyes finally showed a slight fluctuation. He remembered that Xiaomai had asked him, but he could not answer, which made Xiaomai very sad. He thought that Wang did not want to be friends with Xiaomai, so he did not even tell his name.
So Wang wanted to know the name, "Tell me!"
"Wow, then cheer up and please me." The president laughed very evilly. It seems that Duran is right. Wang attaches great importance to the name, although he does not know why. At the same time, the president also suspected that Duran made up a name to fool people, because Duran is very similar to his temper and likes to mess around.
The fighting spirit appeared, and the president's eyes were solemn, because after the fighting spirit arose, Wang's momentum had undergone a qualitative change. It was really a difficult opponent to deal with: "Fifth style!" This time it was a punch, a left hook.
But this time it did not hit, Wang dodged, and the audience could not see it at all. Fortunately, the president saw it. On the pillar, seeing the murderous look in Wang's eyes, the president knew that it was his turn to defend this time.
Boom! The surface of the pillar was crushed, and President Wang Chao rushed over.
The president's eyes sparkled. This was a fight that was fought back and forth: "The 36th move!" He put his palms together and attacked. Although the action seemed redundant, it was actually very fast. Before Wang got close, he was knocked away by Guanyin's palm power.
"Wang finally attacked. You may not have seen it clearly. He dodged the moment the president attacked and used the pillar to attack the president. He did not use any moves but just attacked in a straight line. It seems that Wang wanted to tear the president apart. He was too powerful." "And the president was even faster. The Hundred-style Guanyin behind the president only needed the president to issue a simple command to carry out extremely complex attacks."
The president's mind was based on the Thousand-hand attack of the Hundred-style Guanyin as the main attack method, and all he had to do was stand in front of the Hundred-style Guanyin and put his palms together to decide how to attack. The president and his mind were a system. If compared to a computer, the president was the person who operated the computer, and the Hundred-style Guanyin was the computer. The president only needed to click the mouse to complete the complex operation of the computer software. The president decided how to operate the Hundred-style Guanyin.
Next came the fast attack and defense. Both the president and Wang were very fast. Only with Duran's commentary could everyone know what happened on the ring.
"Fast, fast, fast, the president used his right palm, hook, back swing, and sweep in succession, while resisting Wang's straight line attacks from behind, from the side, and from above. It was a completely watertight defense with no dead angles. The Thousand-Handed Avalokitesvara's moves were unpredictable and the phantoms changed. It was really wonderful." "And Wang's attack was ineffective. His defense could only rely on his horizontally refined shell and bones, which withstood blows comparable to missile bombardment again and again. The Chimera Ant's body was even stronger than a white dwarf." Duran's commentary was full of passion, and the surrounding audience also cheered.
But only the president knew how difficult the battle was.
"I have seen through you." Wang stopped attacking and looked at the president. At this time, there were mottled scars on his shell, but he remained calm.
"Oh? The king of ants, then come on."
The king did not go up, but explained: "You will lose, because I see your weakness from your ever-changing and complex moves." That's right, just like when he played the "Military Ceremony" chess before, it was a series of permutations and combinations, even if it was the only possibility among countless impossibilities, as long as he repeated and tried again and again, even if it was like looking for a needle in a haystack, the king could see the only possibility among the impossible.
"Even if you don't know it yourself, when you make a move, there will always be moves that you subconsciously don't want to use or resist and don't like, and this is your death."
"I don't have any moves that I don't like to use!" "The 88th move!" He raised his right hand to hit the ant into the sky, and then followed up with dozens of set palm techniques.
Wang did not react at all, but continued to fight. This was the longest fight since the start of the war, which lasted for three minutes. During this time, the two destroyed the center of the ring and knocked down thirty or forty stone pillars around. The fragments flew into the sky and then fell like raindrops.
Duran's saliva dried up from his commentary, and the audience was silent. In the first minute, the audience was still cheering, and in the second minute, the cheers of the audience were scattered. They were already breathless from the intense attack and defense. In the third minute, the audience was quiet because their voices were integrated into the golden Guanyin. The ever-changing postures of the thousand hands and Wang's unyielding figure deeply affected the audience.
Although many of them were not martial artists, the momentum of the battlefield was like a carving knife, flattening the enthusiasm in the hearts of the audience.
The fight was actually very fast, but the audience seemed to have spent a long time, and this was what it was like to spend a day like a year. In three minutes, Wang tried hundreds of rounds and finally caught the president's flaw.
That's right, the move that the president doesn't know about but does exist, which he doesn't like or is not good at, is the opportunity for Wang to overcome the absolute defense.
Swish! Blood splattered three feet, and the president's left leg disappeared, cut off by Wang below the knee.
Wang stopped this attack and defense, shook off the blood on his fingertips, and looked at the president calmly: "Tell me my name."
"Wang, don't think that you win just by accidentally cutting off my scraps." The president will not admit defeat easily: "It's too early to defeat me!"
"If you don't stop the bleeding, you will die. You'd better admit defeat. There are doctors for you humans under the stage."
The president doesn't need a doctor at all. He slapped his thigh and the blood vessels in his thigh contracted to stop bleeding: "Shh, let's continue, Wang."
Duran saw that the president was fully engaged and knew that this guy didn't want to use the Kaio-ken until he reached his limit. He thought to himself, are the hunters so crazy?