Chapter 264 Who's next?

At this time, Dabu was struggling to get up. He Zhongqiu rushed up and kicked him, knocking him over, then grabbed his feet and swung him up violently.

Even with a weight of 132 kilograms, it could not withstand He Zhongqiu's supernatural power. After turning twice, he was thrown out of the ring and fell on the aisle with a bang.

"Oh ho!"

The extremely brutal action turned the cheers in Madison Square Garden into roars with a hint of bestiality.

He Zhongqiu looked back and saw Gao Bo still lying there. He fell down and hit Gao Bo in the abdomen with a fierce elbow.

Gao Bo was hit so hard that he jumped up and down like a zombie.

"Oh!"

The roar at the scene surged again.

But just then, The Undertaker climbed up to the ring, stood high on the guardrail of a corner post, and jumped over.

As his body fell, his strong right arm smashed down towards his head.

Fortunately, He Zhongqiu reacted very quickly and dodged to the side, but he did not dodge completely and the blow hit him on the back.

"Be careful!" Xia Song shouted urgently.

"Oh!"

With a weight of 136 kilograms, the inertia of gravity, and powerful arm strength, He Zhongqiu was extremely powerful and was knocked to the ground by the undertaker.

"Oh!"

Lewis Towns roared excitedly: "Big Golden Hook! The Undertaker's killer move, the Big Golden Hook! He defeated the invincible Kung Fu King Wolverine!"

"Ow!"

The Undertaker roared with excitement.

His mouth had been bleeding from He Zhongqiu's continuous kicks, as had his ears. His nose had just been broken, and was still crooked, with blood all over his face.

The image changed from mysterious and weird to extremely fierce and bloody.

"guillotine!"

He roared and sat on He Zhongqiu.

The guillotine is his killer move, but it is different from the guillotine He Zhongqiu used just now. He uses his thighs to break the opponent's neck while the opponent is lying flat on his back while sitting.

He Zhongqiu was facing the floor. When he was knocked down, he used his forearms to support himself and then rolled quickly, just avoiding the Undertaker's guillotine and rolling behind the Undertaker.

The mourner found a vacant seat and was about to stand up.

He Zhongqiu suddenly pushed up with both hands, his body suddenly bounced upwards, and he flipped his left hand outward, grabbed the Undertaker's long hair, and pulled the Undertaker back to the floor.

Then he quickly hooked his right arm around the Undertaker's neck from the front, with his elbow facing outward, and his upper and forearms clamped the major arteries on both sides of the opponent's neck.

At the same time, use your left hand to press down on the back of the opponent's head.

The next moment, the naked choke began.

"Pretty!"

Xia Song shouted excitedly: "Naked choke! The Undertaker can't escape."

"Goldberg, go rescue the Undertaker!"

"Goblin, get up!"

"Fuck you, you bastard God of War, get up now and stop pretending to be dead!"

Below the ring, a group of WWE's top fighters shouted urgently.

Among them is the top predator who has only been in the industry for two or three years, WWE's big villain, and legendary killer Randy Orton.

There is also the demon Kane, nicknamed the Big Red Killing Machine, who weighs a whopping 147 kilograms.

There is also a 150kg diesel engine head, Kevin Scott Nash.

There is also McMahon's son-in-law Wang Dachui.

With the encouragement of a group of people, Gao Bo stood up shakily. He was almost beheaded and bumped into Big Bull, and his head was still dizzy.

He Zhongqiu did not give up the opportunity to submit Undertaker this time. He continued to choke his opponent while dragging him backwards.

"what!"

Gao Bo went crazy and rushed over, delivering another flying shoulder strike.

"What the hell!"

He Zhongqiu cursed angrily and had to loosen the naked choke.

He dodged to the side, and as Gao Bo rushed past him, he pushed him hard from behind, sending Gao Bo flying over the guardrail and out of the ring.

"Oh!"

It hit the floor and Gao Bo's eyes rolled back.

"Oh!"

Excited exclamations swept up.

"Hoo ho ho..."

The Undertaker, whose carotid artery was compressed and caused cerebral ischemia, lay on the ground gasping for breath and had not recovered his fighting ability.

"Mr. Death, let me send you, a thug, to the gallows first."

He Zhongqiu grabbed the undertaker's shirt with both hands, lifted up his upper body, placed it between two guardrails, then turned him over, face down, and finally hugged his legs and threw him out.

This time, the undertaker's neck was entangled between two guardrails, and his whole body was hanging outside the guardrails.

"Oh!"

Madison Square Garden immediately erupted in panic.

"God, Undertaker, surrender quickly, or you will be hanged by the Kung Fu King." Lewis Downs said in horror.

The undertaker grabbed the guardrail rope with both hands, trying to save himself.

But at this time, He Zhongqiu pressed his head with one hand, slowly pressing down, and shouted loudly:
"I told you, thugs, I will send you to the gallows tonight. Now you either surrender or be hanged. Make your choice!"

"Oh ho!"

As he said this, the atmosphere in Madison Square Garden reached its climax, and crazy roars resounded through the world, sweeping across the land.

The Undertaker was like a death row inmate. He had just been hanged without a naked rope and was now hanging on a gallows formed by two guardrail ropes. He was struggling desperately and his entire face had turned black.

The referee immediately waved his hands and made a cross.

"Oh ho!"

Cheers suddenly broke out at the scene.

He Zhongqiu also let go immediately, and several staff members rushed forward, rescued the mourner and carried him away.

"Oh, Undertaker lost, he surrendered, and now only Goldberg and Brodie are left." Lewis Towns said excitedly.

"Big Boo was thrown off the ring by Wolverine and he must have been pretty badly hurt." Rick Swiberk said with a smile.

Below the ring, Dabu and Gao Bo both stood up shakily.

He Zhongqiu raised his hand high and hooked his finger provocatively, "Wait, thugs, I will send you to the gallows one by one."

"Oh ho!"

His words immediately caused cheers to break out at the scene again.

After saying that, He Zhongqiu jumped down from the ring like an eagle swooping down on a rabbit, and after landing, he pounced on Gao Bo.

After two steps, he jumped up with all his strength, and using the momentum of his leap forward, he turned around and kicked in the air with great force.

"Pretty!"

Chenglong roared excitedly.

He was not good at using this move. Zhenzidan was good at using it, but in terms of strength and explosive power, he was far behind He Zhongqiu.

Far away in Hong Kong, Zhen Zidan's eyes narrowed when he saw this.

"Oh!"

Gao Bo blocked with a cross, but was still thrown into the air by the huge force. The 127 kilograms of tonnage flew three meters in the air and then hit the floor heavily.

"Oh ho!"

The cheers in Madison Square Garden rose again.

"Oh!"

At this moment, Dabu rushed over from the side, threw He Zhongqiu to the ground, rode on him, and began to punch him. The situation suddenly changed, the scene was quiet for a moment, and then it was occupied by various noises again.

He Zhongqiu blocked the attack and was hit on the head twice.

It's okay, I have an iron vest.

But at this time Gao Bo stood up again, coughing, and staggered over to him.

"Mid-Autumn Festival, hurry up." Xia Song was anxious.

Before Dabu could smash the cloth again, He Zhongqiu grabbed his wrist.

"Hit him in the head with a hammer!" Xia Song roared.

"Oh!"

Just like when he beat Fedor, He Zhongqiu's upper body suddenly bounced up and hit Dabu in the face with a ferocious headbutt.

"what!"

Dabu screamed, blood splattered on his face, he felt dizzy and stars were shining.

"Oh!"

He Zhongqiu had already sat up. He grabbed Dabu's throat with his left hand and punched upward with his right fist, a fierce uppercut that hit Dabu's chin.

But it is difficult to exert force while sitting, and the strength is not enough.

"If one punch is not enough, then give it another one."

Seeing that the opponent was still struggling, he immediately added another uppercut.

Now the problem was solved. Two brutal hooks made Bubba's mouth bleed. He fell into a severe dizziness, his body went limp, and he fell to the side.

"Beautiful! Zhongqiu KOed Dabu." Xia Song shouted excitedly.

"Be careful of Gao Bo!" Wang Guojun shouted anxiously.

"Oh!"

Gao Bo rushed forward and punched He Zhongqiu in the face, knocking him backwards and his back fell to the ground.

"Fuck you!"

Gao Bo roared, squatted down, held down He Zhongqiu, and started punching him.

Gao Bo's heavy blow did not make He Zhongqiu dizzy. The strong iron cloth lining allowed him to resist the damage of the heavy blow.

He simply didn't block. You fight yours and I fight mine, to see who can take it better.

"Oh!"

The next moment, he was hit by another punch, the second heavy blow from Gao Bo.

"Oh!"

But the next moment, he threw a right straight punch at Gao Bo's face.

"Oh, they're hurting each other!" Lewis Downs roared excitedly.

"Let's see who gives up first." Rick Swiberk said excitedly.

"Oh oh oh……"

The extremely brutal and brutal scene made everyone's adrenaline surge, and the bestial shouts came one after another.

After fifteen seconds, Gao Bo couldn't hold on any longer.

He punched He Zhongqiu at least ten times in total, but he also took at least seven punches from He Zhongqiu.

He Zhongqiu was fine, but he could no longer hold on. He felt dizzy and his punching power became weaker and weaker, and his reactions became slower and slower.

This was because He Zhongqiu was pinned down and didn't exert enough strength. Otherwise, with his explosive power, he would have been knocked out with seven punches.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

He Zhongqiu seized the opportunity and punched Gao Bo in the face three times in a row, but Gao Bo only hit him once, and his punch was not very powerful.

"God, Goldberg is no longer alive!" Lewis Downs exclaimed.

"Wolverine's ability to withstand blows is truly unmatched," praised Rick Swiberk.

At this time, He Zhongqiu suddenly pushed Gao Bo away, then climbed up and carried Gao Bo on his shoulders. Amid the exclamations of 20,000 spectators, he strode to the front of the TNT commentary booth.

"Oh, Wolverine, what do you want to do?" asked Rick Swiberk in panic.

He Zhongqiu didn't have time to answer and directly slammed Gao Bo down.

"Oh!"

The entire commentary booth collapsed, and Gao Bo wailed in pain among the broken wooden boards.

The two commentators didn't dare to move and just sat there in amazement.

He Zhongqiu leaned over and grabbed one of Gao Bo's legs, then swung it hard, knocking over a large billboard and destroying the scene.

Then he dragged them to the side of Dabu, grabbed one of Dabu's legs, dragged the two of them to the bottom of the ring, and let them sit next to each other on the edge of the ring.

He pulled down the lowest guardrail rope, put it around the necks of the two men, and shouted, "Thugs, surrender or be hanged, make your choice!"

At this moment, his image is extremely prominent.

His face was full of murderous intent, as if he was really going to hang the two men, leaving a very deep impression on everyone at the scene and in front of the TV.

At the same time, he achieved a complete victory in a one-on-three situation and left everyone with the impression that he was invincible.

Superheroes, Kung Fu Kings, these titles have left an extremely deep impression in their minds.

"Oh ho!"

As he roared, the audience burst into excited cheers.

The referee announced the end of the game and He Zhongqiu won.

He Zhongqiu jumped onto the ring, pointed at the WWE masters below the ring, and shouted loudly: "Who's next?"

Kane and the others had grim expressions on their faces and stared fiercely at He Zhongqiu, each of them wishing they could climb up and fight him right now.

"Who's next?"

"Who's next?"

There were bursts of shouts at the scene.

Lewis Towns, sitting behind the broken commentary booth, said excitedly: "Congratulations to Wolverine! Congratulations to the Kung Fu King! Congratulations to the superhero! You won this one-on-three game."

Rick Swiberk said enviously: "The final PPV sales are 423 million, congratulations, superhero, you will share $1.78 million in PPV revenue.

Add in the $15 million appearance fee and the 800% share of the box office, about $2.86 million, and you've got a total of $ million from this fight."

Lewis Downs said enviously: "With two MMA matches and just one month, Wolverine earned a total of $4.5 million. He will be the number one on the Forbes 04 Sports Celebrity Income List."

Rex Weburk praised: "One against three, Wolverine is indeed the Kung Fu King, and indeed a superhero who fought sixteen against one and saved more than a hundred people when he was a teenager. He is truly invincible!"

Lewis Towns nodded excitedly and said, "Yes, invincible! This still seals his Eagle Claw Skill. If he can use Eagle Claw Skill, I think all the top players in WWE will be torn to pieces by him."

"Wolverine, next time we'll let you fall into the coffin we prepared for you."

"I'll hammer a hundred coffin nails into it so you can never escape."

When He Zhongqiu left the ring, a bunch of WWE strong men yelled and screamed at him.

He smiled, stretched out his left hand, and raised his middle finger.

"This bastard!"

The strong men cursed.

He then spent the next half hour being interviewed before returning to the lounge.

The scene did not disperse immediately, and many celebrities remained on the scene to be interviewed by some media.

"Michael, Wolverine is completely able to fight three people at once. Do you still want to fight with Wolverine?" the reporter asked.

Tyson nodded without hesitation: "Of course, I hope to get the match with him as soon as possible."

"Do you think you can beat him?" the reporter asked.

Tyson said solemnly: "Of course my current condition is not as good as my peak period, but boxing is different from MMA fighting. This is my field and I am very confident."

The reporter then asked, "So, the difference in your heights and arm spans is too big, you need to jump up so that your fist can reach his chin..."

Tyson was a little annoyed now. Before the reporter could finish speaking, he said unhappily: "Shut up, or I'll let you see if my fist can hit your chin."

But the reporter was not afraid of Tyson at all. After all, Tyson had a history of beating reporters. If he punched him a few times, that would be fine. After a lawsuit, he would make a fortune, at least millions of dollars in compensation.

(End of this chapter)