Chapter 250 Chapter 251 KO
"Bang bang bang!"

Three consecutive punches hit the frame, making Fedor's frame shaky and staggering. Fedor was knocked back to the guardrail.

"Hold on! Hold on."

Malenkov below shouted sharply.

"Three seconds, God, give me three more seconds."

Fido took deep breaths, and the number of stars around his head was decreasing rapidly.

"Oh!"

He Zhongqiu took a breath, suddenly raised his right leg, and kicked fiercely with a low sweep, hitting the outside of Fedor's left knee.

Fedo's body was tilted after being kicked and he jumped on one foot, but this was his way of releasing the force, which reduced the force he received a lot and prevented him from suffering any fatal blow.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

But He Zhongqiu did not continue his attack, and continued to sweep and kick, with two consecutive low sweeps and then a middle sweep.

Fedor raised his leg twice in a row to block the low sweep, and then raised his leg again and lowered his left hand to block the middle sweep, defending these three attacks very well.

The next moment, He Zhongqiu's fifth sweep kick came out.

The median again.

Fedor calmly raised his leg to block, but the next moment, He Zhongqiu swung his hips and twisted his knees, instantly transforming the mid-section sweep kick into a high-section sweep kick.

"Changing kick!"

Fedo's eyes twitched and he immediately squatted down, while tilting his head to the right to relieve the force.

The next moment, He Zhongqiu's right leg instantly bypassed Fedor's left blocking move, and the back of his right foot hit the left side of his head.

"Oh!"

With a heavy bombardment, Fedor was knocked down directly.

Fortunately, Fedor had a dodging and force-relieving move. Although the high kick hurt him, it was still not enough to knock him out.

The next moment, he immediately adjusted his body, lying on his back with his hands on the ground, his legs curled up, and his feet pointed at He Zhongqiu to prevent He Zhongqiu from pouncing on him.

"Oh oh oh……"

A huge cheer erupted in the land arena.

"Wolverine is so strong!"

"Is this guy really the Kung Fu King?"

"No matter how powerful the Kung Fu King is, I will fight him. At most I will get beaten up. It's a 300 million PPV. I can eat as much as I want if I get % of it."

"I want 20%. 20% of the PPV share is in line with my worth. 20% can let him beat me up."

"You guys are too hopeless. Wolverine's ground skills are weak. Fedor had a chance to subdue him just now, but he was unlucky and escaped."

"Yes, if we take over, we will have a chance to subdue him."

"If you fight him, it's better to set up a fund pool so that you can make more money."

"good."

Seeing Fedor being knocked down again, all the fighting masters, fighters, and boxing champions present were shocked and talked about it.

"What a bullshit fighting czar, he's just a waste."

"You can't even beat Wolverine, what a useless piece of trash!"

In Hong Kong, Huang Qiushen and his group started cursing again.

"So you can take a beating? You really deserve to be called the Fighting Tsar."

He Zhongqiu was also surprised. Even if he had a way to relieve the force, with his explosive power, there were few people on this planet who could withstand this high sweep kick.

Fedo was breathing heavily, surrounded by countless golden stars, his vision was shaking, his left ear was bleeding, his eardrum had been pierced, and the huge roar in his ear made him lose the hearing in his left ear.

But he won't give up. There is no such word as "give up" in his dictionary. As long as he is not knocked out, he will keep fighting.

But this time he was smarter. He saw that the Kung Fu King did not want to engage in a ground fight, so he was not in a hurry to stand up and recovered on the ground first.

He Zhongqiu did not rush forward rashly, as he was still afraid of Fedor's ground skills.

In his opinion, even if Fedor could withstand a few of his heavy blows, he was already doomed.

His condition has definitely declined and his threat has decreased a lot. As long as he is careful not to be dragged into a ground battle, he can win this game in the safest way.

"Clap! Clap! Clap..."

He just kept attacking Fedo's legs with low kicks, and did not attack his upper body to avoid being entangled by Fedo.

Fedor was breathing rapidly, and the impact of the heavy blows on him was rapidly decreasing. This was the ability formed by long-term and brutal anti-blow training.

After more than twenty seconds of stalemate, he had passed the most dangerous moment and recovered some of his condition.

At this time, He Zhongqiu once again swept low and hit Feiduo's right calf...

Fedo suddenly turned around, pushed himself up with his hands, switched his upper and lower body, and quickly wrapped his hands around He Zhongqiu's legs.

"Damn it, these ground skills are really hard to defend against!" Cursing inwardly, He Zhongqiu quickly took a step back and dodged.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fedo stood up while rolling, pounced like a tiger, and punched out with his right fist. When He Zhongqiu raised his arm to block, Fedo instantly turned his fist into a claw and grabbed He Zhongqiu's left wrist.

"be cheated!"

He Zhongqiu knew something was wrong, but by the time he could react, it was too late.

Fedor turned around quickly and did a back-to-back shot, and He Zhongqiu flew up directly. With a bang, his back hit the ground heavily.

"Oh ho!"

The huge land arena was filled with the excited shouts of more than 70,000 Japanese.

"Not good! Wrestling skills!" Xia Song's face changed drastically.

"Three pounds?"

The advantage turned into a disadvantage in an instant, and Yang Xue's face changed.

"it is good!"

"kill him!"

Xiang Jiang, Huang Qiushen and others roared excitedly as if they were injected with chicken blood.

On the ring, after Fedor threw He Zhongqiu to the ground from behind, he continued his attacks.

He was about to perform the armbar and defeat the Kung Fu King Wolverine in one fell swoop, turning defeat into victory.

As long as he completes his cross-arm lock technique, no matter how strong the Kung Fu King is, he will not be able to escape, unless he can endure the pain of having his arm broken.

It only takes him one to two seconds at most, or as short as half a second, to complete the armbar.

The Kung Fu King had just been thrown down by him, and he certainly couldn’t react for a while. He was going to win this match.

But Fighting Czar Fedor underestimated He Zhongqiu.

He Zhongqiu was thrown to the ground. He was protected by an iron vest, so the force was not enough to make him dizzy. He reacted immediately.

He instantly exerted force with his left hand, using the eagle claw force. Fedor grabbed his left wrist. He turned around and grabbed the opponent's right wrist.

With a sudden tug, Fedor, who wanted to perform a cross-arm armbar, was not as strong as him and was pulled away.

The next moment, he suddenly crunched up and rammed his knees into Fedor's head.

Fedo was startled, loosened his right hand, and struggled back violently.

Fortunately, He Zhongqiu's knee was only three or four centimeters away from his head.

The next moment, He Zhongqiu also released his left hand, and with a somersault, he stood up and kicked from behind to prevent Fedor from attacking him from behind.

Fedor actually intended to do this, but was knocked back by a kick from behind.

So, He Zhongqiu turned around, and the two resumed their confrontation and continued to negotiate.

"Oh, this Fedor is too tenacious. He almost succeeded again." Han Qiaosheng sighed.

"Otherwise, can he be called the Fighting Tsar?" said the Kingdom Army.

Xia Song said: "The first round is almost over, Zhongqiu has the upper hand, Feiduo was beaten very badly, blood all over his body, and he was seriously injured.

But his skills were too good, especially his ground skills and wrestling skills. I had never practiced these skills before Zhongqiu, so I was in danger twice in one round.

These two times I was dragged to the ground, if I had been a little less lucky, I could have been caught by Fedor."

Han Qiaosheng said: "But it also shows that Zhongqiu is really strong. He was able to escape in an unfamiliar ground battle twice."

"Yes." Wang Guojun nodded.

At this time, the first round had lasted for four minutes and eleven seconds, with more than forty seconds left to end.

"We can't delay any longer, otherwise this guy will recover even more. Now is the time to use our killer move."

The opponent was too strong, and his skills were too good. He almost got entangled by him just now. It was too dangerous. There was murderous intent in He Zhongqiu's eyes.

He began to circle around, faster and faster, using the Seven Stars Random Step, moving at an irregular pace, constantly flashing around Fedor. Fedor seemed to sense the danger, and immediately retracted his stance, constantly adjusting his pace.

But he had suffered several heavy blows and was no longer as sensitive as before. His left ear had completely lost contact, further affecting his balance and agility. He Zhongqiu quickly seized an opportunity.

"It's now."

He quickly went around his left side and Fedor's right side, then turned very agilely and jumped up.

The moment he jumped up, all his core strength exploded, and with a sudden twist, his body began to spin in the air.

At the same time, the arms spread out and began to swing violently along with the rotation of the body, like the propellers of a helicopter.

With the help of his arms, his body spun faster in the air, and actually went from Fedor's right side, around his back, and rotated to the left side.

At this moment, with his strong physical fitness and skills, he seemed to have turned into a helicopter with invisible propellers.

Fedor quickly turned right, but he didn't see his opponent. The Kung Fu King Wolverine who had just passed by him was not in his sight.

"Where is he? Where did he go?"

At this moment, he actually became frightened.

"Oh!"

At this moment, a huge exclamation was heard in the land arena.

The next moment, He Zhongqiu, who had rotated 720 degrees, began his attack outside Fedo's sight.

When he was about to land, his right leg swept back wildly along with the momentum of rotation, and a 720-degree whirlwind kick hit Fedor's left arm hard.

"Oh!"

The fighting czar Fedor Emelianenko, who was panickingly looking for an opponent, felt as if he was hit by a heavy truck. His body instantly flew to the right without any ability to resist.

"Crack!"

He seemed to hear the sound of his left upper arm bones breaking.

The next moment, he hit the guardrail rope, bounced back and fell to the ground.

"what!"

Finally, the extreme pain caused his will to collapse. He could no longer control his emotions and screamed.

"Oh oh oh……"

Huge exclamations rang out continuously in the land arena.

"Lost!"

There was a flash of disappointment in Sakakibara Shinyuki's eyes. Nine women were still unable to defeat Wolverine. Next time I'll assign eighteen of them to you. Let's see how much physical strength you have.
"yeah!"

When Fedo was knocked away, Yang Xue immediately cheered.

"Oh ho!"

Johnson and others below the ring roared excitedly.

"He won! Zhongqiu won! He is the Kung Fu King! The Kung Fu King!" Xia Song jumped up from his seat and shouted excitedly.

In the ESPN commentary booth next door, Wells Jordan shouted excitedly: "With 48 seconds left in the first round, the Kung Fu King knocked down his opponent again. This time, can the Fighting Tsar stand up again?"

"Stop!"

On the ring, the referee rushed over and pushed He Zhongqiu away, then without any hesitation, he immediately spread his hands to the left and right, stopping the match.

Because Fedor's left upper arm was completely deformed, as if it had been run over by a heavy truck.

"Oh ho!"

The moment the game ended, the whole audience cheered.

Jordan reacted quickly and climbed onto the ring immediately. Although he was a lot fatter than before he retired, his movements were still agile.

"The Rock, you bastard!"

Barkley also wanted to climb up, but his shoulder was held down by Johnson, who used the force to climb up, making Barkley so angry that he swore.

The stage was soon filled with He Zhongqiu's team members and friends; even the referee was pushed aside.

"Incredible technique!"

In the ESPN commentary booth, Romai Carroll exclaimed: "Just now, the Kung Fu King flew up, flew half a circle from behind the Fighting Tsar, and then attacked from the other side. The technique was really shocking!"

"It's like the most advanced pull-up layup in the NBA, dodging three blocks in a row and scoring the ball." Wells Jordan said excitedly.

Romai Carroll shook his head and said, "No, no, no, this is more complicated. He just flew half a circle in an arc and rotated twice in the air. This technique of the Kung Fu King, oh, my God, it's like a special effect."

"Yes, with the addition of special effects, the Kung Fu King is filming a movie on the actual fighting ring, haha!" Wells Jordan laughed excitedly.

"So let's ask, what was the final PPV sales?" said Romay Carroll.

"OK."

Wells Jordan nodded immediately, asked through the headset, and then said excitedly: "The final PPV sales data is 322 million, 322 million!"

"God!"

Romai Carroll exclaimed in shock: "This is a record that can hardly be broken. It is a record that only the Kung Fu King himself can break."

"322 million times 99 dollars, times 0.5, times 0.95..."

Wells took Carroll's calculator, started calculating, and then said with a look of shock:

"The total PPV revenue was $3.1878 million, of which the Kung Fu King received 47.5%. In just 252 seconds, he received $1.5 million in PPV revenue, plus $2000 million in appearance fees, for a total revenue of $1.7 million."

"God!"

Romaica Roca grabbed the calculator, did some calculations and said with a stammer, "252 seconds, $1.7 million. He makes $60 for every second he's in the ring. This is an absolute money-making machine."

"$1.7 billion?"

Vince McMahon, who was at the scene, gasped.

WWE has not yet gone public, and the venture capital company's valuation of WWE is $1 million. That means the Kung Fu King earned the entire WWE company with just one fighting match in just four minutes?

"After returning to New York, we will speed up the match against Wolverine."

But he also doesn't want the WWE guys to lose, so if there's a way for the WWE wrestlers to win, that would be great.

……

In New York, in front of the TV, David Stern felt a huge crisis.

Wolverine earned more money in four minutes than he could even earn playing in the NBA for his entire life. So what is the significance of the NBA to Wolverine?
With a sense of crisis, he racked his brain and thought about what the NBA meant to the Wolverines.

After a long time, he came to the conclusion that the NBA still made sense for the Wolverines.

First, my love for basketball.

Second, the NBA can provide a large number of exposure opportunities, and with the huge added effect of the city of New York, Wolverine can appear in reports of major media around the world for a long time.

Third, the NBA is Wolverine’s first stop to succeed and has countless fans. Wolverine should not give up the NBA and his N fans easily.

But if you want to keep the Wolverines in the NBA, as Loshua Daley said, you must give them privileges.

In Hong Kong, in Zhou Yunfa’s mansion, after the game ended, a group of people were stunned and it took them a long time to come back to their senses.

"Brother Fa, what should we do now?" Xie Tingfeng asked.

"What are Emperor Entertainment Group's plans?" Zhou Yunfa asked.

Xie Tingfeng shook his head and said, "The boss doesn't plan to do anything now. He said that the trend now is on Wolverine and the mainland, and the release of Myth in Europe and the United States also needs the influence of Wolverine. Let's wait until this period of popularity is over before making a decision.

By the way, Sister Wenxi said she would help me contact Japan in a while to see if there is any opportunity. "

Zhou Yunfa said unhappily, "Look at what happened to Wolverine in Japan. Do you have a chance to develop in Japan?"

Xie Tingfeng nodded dejectedly, not in the mood to talk anymore.

Zhou Yunfa didn’t have any good ideas either, as he had no connections in the mainland.

In the past few years, he was determined to make it into Hollywood. After his failure, he looked back and found that Hong Kong films were no longer doing well. All the films were moving north, even Chenglong was moving north to develop their business. He did not keep up with the situation.

Moreover, because his salary in Hollywood was 5 million US dollars and tens of millions of Hong Kong dollars, no Hong Kong company dared to hire him after he came back, and they could not afford him. He also did not want to lower his price. Currently, he cannot get any roles and his career development has come to a standstill.

Inside Yang Shoucheng's mansion, he fell into silence.

He worked hard in Hong Kong for decades and accumulated a fortune of more than 2 billion Hong Kong dollars, with his wealth mainly concentrated in Emperor Group.

And this young man actually earned $1.7 million, almost half of his fortune, in just four minutes. This made him feel like he had worked hard all his life, but only earned eight minutes of work.

"Does it make sense to create such an opponent just for that loser Xie Tingfeng?"

Involuntarily, under pressure, he had this idea.

He knew very well that the real reason why he mobilized Emperor Entertainment Group stars to boycott He Zhongqiu was that He Zhongqiu did not give him face.

However, although face is important, it would be very unprofitable to provoke such an opponent because of it.

(End of this chapter)