Chapter 805: Surrender Now? Too Cowardly

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"What?"

Ampe Zongxiu's body froze, and he stopped attacking. He seemed to not understand what Wang Yan said, and his angry eyebrows were full of confusion.

In fact, let alone Ampe Zongxiu.

Even many viewers didn't understand what it meant to grow up eating Wanjia's food? Could it be that Ampe Qingming's mother, the nine-tailed fox, had a poor family when she was a child, and she got a meal here and there?

The women who were gathered on the stage and trying to persuade Wang Yan looked at each other, Wang Yan, what are you talking about? Why did you mention Ampe Qingming's mother? What Wanjia meal?

Some people don't understand, but it doesn't mean that some old drivers don't understand.

Ulysses first spit out, staring with an unbelievable look, Lao Wang, Lao Wang, you can do this? When fighting, can you still bring up such things?

"Amitabha." Liu Bujie chanted the Buddha's name, pretending to be solemn, "I really don't understand what Lao Wang is saying?"

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"You don't understand?" Wang Yan also put away the hammer and explained kindly, "I have encountered a peak demon fox before. It coveted shortcuts and didn't want to practice slowly. So, they would rely on absorbing... to practice. The demon fox I killed was only a hundred years old, and its hands had no less than hundreds of men's lives."

"Roar!" Ampe Zongxiu's face gradually turned extremely pale, and he was so angry that his whole body was shaking. He roared like a beast, and the murderous aura that was condensed into substance came to suppress Wang Yan.

Such a strong murderous intent is indeed terrible.

In fact, Wang Yan was also a little puzzled. In his expectation, Ampe Zongxiu would indeed be angry because of the shame of his ancestors, but he would not be so angry. It was as if he had slept with his mother and became his cheap father.

Bah!

What kind of person am I, Wang Yan? Ampei Zongxiu is so ashamed to be his son.

"Well, we can infer from this." Wang Yan continued to explain leisurely, "The mother of your ancestor Qingming cultivated nine tails in Huaxia country. How much time did it take to collect them? Saying that she grew up eating the food of thousands of families is probably an understatement."

"Son of Fire!!!"

"Ampei Zongxiu" trembled violently all over, roaring angrily, "You are so bold, I will kill you, kill you!!! Roar, roar, roar~~"

In fact, even if Wang Yan dreamed, he would never have thought that the one controlling Ampei Zongxiu's body at this time was not the real Ampei Zongxiu, but a wisp of the old grandfather's residual soul living in Ampei Zongxiu's body.

And it was extremely coincidental that the wisp of residual soul was the original semi-god-level onmyoji Ampei Qingming.

You said that you, comrade Wang, directly said in front of Ampei Qingming that his mother collected ten thousand people...

What a humiliating thing is this?

Perhaps Ampere Seimei himself also had some knowledge. He must have heard similar rumors when he was a child, but when he grew up to be an onmyoji master, no one dared to say it anymore.

Not daring to say it does not mean it does not exist.

Wang Yan's attack hit the most painful scar that he cared about the most and was the least known.

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The Youth Conference venue was silent, and you could hear a pin drop.

Comrade Wang Yan had already made it so clear, using examples and comparisons, and using vivid metaphors. Basically, an adult would have completely understood the joke.

No way?

Does the Japanese onmyoji have such an unbearable past?

The mother of Ampere Seimei, a famous onmyoji god in history, turned out to be a nine-tailed fox that grew up by **?

This story is really exciting and interesting.

Some male comrades were excited with their eyes wide open. And some female comrades, while their gossipy hearts were burning, pretended to be shy, saying that they didn't understand.

On the other hand, the beauties on the stage who were trying to persuade Wang Yan not to fight any more just now all showed embarrassed expressions. Old Wang, you are enough. You just looked like you were fighting to the death, but now you start to attack with your mouth cannon.

This is really serious for only three seconds.

I have to admit it.

Wang Yan's mouth cannon attack this time is very lethal. "Ampere Zongxiu" roared continuously and fell into a semi-crazy state. He beat his chest and stamped his feet, desperately pulling his hair, looking extremely painful, venting his emotions.

Isn't it just your ancestor?

Is it that serious?

Wang Yan was frightened by him, but seeing the effect was so good, he simply continued to say: "Brother demon, I'm sorry. I heard that your great-great-grandmother tried to seduce my ancestor, but my ancestor cut off eight tails with a sword. Alas, my ancestor was too upright and didn't want to put another hat on your ancestor."

When two armies fight, verbal attacks are inevitable. The great Zhuge Kongming once used verbal attacks to scold Wang Lang, which angered Zhou Yu to death.

This Anpei Zongxiu tried his best to target him, Wang Yan, from the beginning, and kept saying that he would torture him to death. For such an enemy, Wang Yan has no bad habit of showing mercy.

"Puff!"

Anpei Zongxiu's face turned red, and he was so angry that he spit out a mouthful of blood. He knelt on one knee on the ground and twitched in pain.

Wang Yan was shocked. Although his verbal attacks were strong, the effect was too good, right?

Immediately seized the opportunity, and in a flash, he was behind Ampe Zongxiu, and he raised his war hammer and smashed it hard at his buttocks. Under the blazing fire, Wang Yan hit his tail with a hammer.

"Ah!"

In the roar of the blazing fire, three of Ampe Zongxiu's seven tails were broken, and the intense pain made him rush forward hundreds of meters.

As a fox demon, all his magic power was concentrated on his tail. With his tail broken, he was like a deflated balloon, and his strength continued to plummet.

Wang Yan scored with one strike, his eyes brightened.

Take advantage of his illness to kill him!

Wang Yan flapped his wings desperately, chasing after him, and hit him hard on the back with a hammer again.

Boom!

Ampe Zongxiu was like a baseball, being smashed down from the air and penetrated seven or eight meters into the mud of the island. Seeing this, the seriously injured succubus rushed forward with the soul-devouring whip, whipping Ampere Zongxiu one by one, cursing: "See how arrogant you, a dead demon, are you? See how arrogant you, a dead demon, are you?"

"Pa pa pa!"

Ampere Zongxiu's strength plummeted, and he was not a strong man who had practiced physical cultivation. He was beaten with the soul-devouring whip until he was bleeding. Wang Yan spent a lot of merit points on this soul-devouring whip of the succubus, and asked the master of the weapon refining in the Guofei Bureau to re-temper it, and engraved many treasures of the formation.

Every time the whip was whipped, it would be painful like gnawing bones and grinding souls. Those who were slightly weaker in strength and had less willpower would be beaten to death.

Even though Ampere Zongxiu was a half-step S-level strongman with a very strong willpower, he could not resist such pain and groaned continuously.

"Sure enough!"

In the stands, countless people booed. Ampere Zongxiu looked like this, and he was indeed an out-and-out M.

"Bang!"

Wang Yan hit the ground with a hammer, and Ampe Zongxiu in the mud was shaken out, and then another hammer hit him. Bang, Ampe Zongxiu flew out like a golf ball, and flew out for 70 or 80 meters before "banging" and falling into the sea.

After a series of heavy blows, Ampe Zongxiu was almost out of breath. Floating on the water, he saw Wang Yan flying over and hurriedly shouted: "I admit defeat!"

"Surrender now?"

Wang Yan held the war hammer, his face full of disappointment. It was a pity that this idiot surrendered before he had enough fun.

"What else do you want?" Ampe Zongxiu's heart trembled, and he had the impulse to cry. You beat him like this, and you are still not satisfied?

"Hey, don't look so resentful, hold on for a while before surrendering." Wang Yan flipped the hammer flower, his eyes sparkling, "Ampe Zongxiu, you are the man who claimed to torture me to death, how can you be so cowardly?"

Torture! ?

Ampe Munehide trembled all over. Damn, this guy is not going to torture himself, right? He hurriedly shouted to the drone that was circling and filming: "Host, Super League President. I admit defeat, I surrender, please stop the game."

As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was in an uproar.

Ampe Munehide is too useless. Usually he pretends to be unfathomable, and once he plays a favorable game, he is even more arrogant. Now that he has been exposed, he is so cowardly. It's really embarrassing.

Mitsui on the rostrum was also dumbfounded. He never expected that a game that was sure to win would be reversed by the Son of Fire in the end. He was pale and roared in extreme anger: "Despicable, the Son of Flame is too despicable. He actually fabricated the dazzling and used this method to cholera Zongxiu's mind. Shameless, shameless. I suggest that he be disqualified from the competition."

"Sanjing." Han Hongbo was in a good mood and said calmly, "This can only show that your Ampei Zongxiu's state of mind is not enough. He was humiliated a few times on the battlefield, and his mind was in chaos and his qi was unstable. Such a person, how can he be of great use. I think he should thank the Son of Flame for helping him to hone his state of mind."

This made everyone around nod secretly. After being scolded a few times, he behaved like this, which was indeed unworthy of reuse.

No one expected that when he transformed into the seven-tailed demon fox, it was completely dominated by Ampei Qingming's will. It was unstable to begin with, and Wang Yan's mouth cannon directly attacked Ampei Qingming's mother, which made Ampei Qingming fall into madness.

Mitsui almost spit out blood. He was humiliated, but he still had to thank the Son of Flame. What kind of logic is this?

"Ahem!" Emmons rolled his eyes unhappily and said to the communicator, "Son of Flame, this game is over. You won the game. However, you can't attack or humiliate your opponent anymore, otherwise the president will immediately revoke your qualification to compete."

Emons' head hurts, and his heart is full of helplessness. Son of Flame, I really admire your ability to cause trouble.

This youth conference, let's end it quickly.

God knows if I will have a heart attack and die if I continue to toss.

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