Chapter 879: Valkyrie

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The competition starts at six, but the time for the women's group competition is slightly later.

And the competition venue is indoors, and the audience also needs to be selected; passersby who don't know are definitely not allowed in, and the live broadcast screen will also be delayed.

Mainly because the participants this time are basically top experts from all over the country; even if it's just the first round of competition, it will definitely be exceptionally intense, so measures need to be taken in advance.

Interestingly, Miss Luo Quan's opponent this time is from the United States.

As a recognized sports power, in every Olympics, the number of medals in the United States is one of the top ones, and its strength is unquestionable.

It's just that during this period, there was no news of any masters appearing in the United States, and this country also has a history of only two hundred years, completely without any myths and legends and foundation; how it looks, it doesn't look like it can quickly discover the potential of spiritual energy recovery.

But no matter what, the current number one power still needs to be respected; who knows if they will suddenly take out some black technology.

The opponent's name this time is Adeline; Miss Luo Quan searched for relevant entries on the internet, and there was no valuable content, indicating that she is a complete newcomer.

Unable to get intelligence, Miss Luo Quan could only eat bananas in the athlete preparation room.

Bananas, this kind of fruit, have high nutritional value, are delicious, convenient to eat, and the most critical thing is that they can quickly replenish energy; many athletes eat this to replenish physical strength during halftime breaks.

Miss Luo Quan got up at five o'clock to wash and came here to prepare for the competition, and didn't even eat a mouthful of rice; now she eats two bananas to avoid low blood sugar and not being able to fight.

Additionally, she has to do a urine test after fighting later, so she needs to replenish a little more water now to avoid not being able to pee for a long time later.

At the same time, in the audience, several foreigners wearing suits were chatting with smiles on their faces.

"This is a good opportunity to use Miss Luo Quan to test the power of the Valkyrie gene drug."

The one speaking was a white man wearing glasses, with a thin figure and a somewhat shrill voice.

The bearded black man beside him said: "But coming to fight a top martial artist like Miss Luo Quan right away, won't the intensity be too high?"

The bespectacled man smiled and said: "I have great confidence in Adeline; you are also the developer of the drug, you should know how powerful its effect is."

At this time, the old man sitting in the middle of the two spoke: "No matter what, we need to see the effect; Area 51 is also developing similar products; if they occupy the market, our profits will be greatly discounted."

"We will be able to see it soon." The bespectacled man said confidently.

The conversation was still continuing, and the first match of the day had already started.

However, it was the men's group, with Japan's Wu Tiangang against a player from Iceland.

This time Japan sent two players to fight; one is the 70th generation Yokozuna of Japanese Sumo, and also the youngest Yokozuna.

Nearly twenty-one, he strongly won the Yokozuna honor with a crushing posture last year; Wu Tiangang is 1.9 meters tall, and his body width is also 1.9 meters, with a weight as high as 271 kilograms, breaking the previous record of 269 kilograms.

Originally, the Olympics didn't have a Sumo event, so no matter how powerful the Sumo Yokozuna was, he couldn't win a gold medal.

But now there is no-holds-barred fighting, so whatever various fighting techniques practiced can be used to compete on stage.

Wu Tiangang, as the peak combat power of Japanese bare-handed fighting, naturally didn't let others take the lead.

And his opponent Mokuton is even more of a heavyweight, even taller than him, at 2.06 meters, and was once a world champion in deadlifting.

What is deadlifting? It's actually the first half of weightlifting, lifting heavy objects off the ground, but without lifting them up.

Although it has many fewer steps than regular weightlifting, it is also a sport that challenges the limits of human strength.

Mokuton's current deadlift record is 501 kilograms, which is using both hands to pull a thousand-jin heavy object off the ground.

Placed in ancient times, it belongs to the level of a fierce man like the Abyssal Abyssal Bawang who can lift a tripod, or Lu Zhishen who can pull up a weeping willow.

The fighting between two heavyweight players can be said to have earned enough eyeballs; it started to be widely publicized from last night, and now millions of viewers around the world are watching the live broadcast, and the heat is quite high.

The first to appear was Mokuton; he was naked on his upper body, wearing a pair of boxing shorts underneath, but unlike boxers, he didn't wear gloves.

No-holds-barred bare-handed fighting doesn't allow anything to be worn, while the equipment group can wear anything except thermal weapons.

In terms of arm strength, Mokuton is almost the best in mankind, but I don't know if he can fight; using brute force alone to deal with ordinary people is fine, but if he wants to deal with professionals, it's probably not enough.

Don't look at Sumo wrestlers being fat like a mountain, but they are actually very flexible, and their speed is very explosive; otherwise, it's impossible to often slap the opponent dizzy with one palm.

And as the new generation of Sumo king, Wu Tiangang's appearance received cheers from many live audiences.

He was almost completely naked, only tying a white diaper-like loincloth around his waist, and then a curtain-like long cloth.

The styling was quite classic; in the impression, Sumo wrestlers were basically in this appearance.

However, the fat on Wu Tiangang's body was far from being as loose as other Sumo wrestlers, instead appearing quite tight; when walking, there was no left-and-right swaying appearance at all, and it was estimated that muscle accounted for a large part.

If muscle really is more than fat, then Wu Tiangang's strength is probably much stronger than many people imagine.

The two players didn't speak the same language; after walking to the center of the arena, they didn't talk much; the referee simply explained the rules, let the two touch fists, and then the competition officially started.

The referee quickly left the center and hid to the edge to observe the situation.

And Wu Tiangang and Mokuton both stared at each other and moved slowly, as if they were circling the logo in the center of the arena.

The observation lasted less than ten seconds, and Wu Tiangang launched the attack first.

He shouted, and his body seemed to collapse like a high mountain, falling toward Mokuton.

Mo Ketuo was completely unafraid; he raised his hand and shoved back. The two men's hands collided in mid-air, and they began a test of strength.

Both sides were experts who were good at strength, and at the beginning, they were considered evenly matched.

But after a long time, Wu Tiangang's endurance clearly had a gap with Mokuton; his arms started to tremble, and his two feet also gradually retreated.

However, just when everyone thought Mokuton was going to take the upper hand, Wu Tiangang, whose body was leaning forward, suddenly flashed to the right, his body light like a rabbit.

Mokuton, who encountered the stool-pulling, immediately staggered and rushed forward, and was slapped hard on the head by Wu Tiangang halfway.

This is one of Wu Tiangang's most commonly used techniques; despite having one of the top weights in the Sumo world, he prefers to use techniques to defeat enemies rather than relying purely on brute force.

Of course, today he was suppressed by Mokuton in terms of strength, and he really couldn't beat this Norwegian strongman with a thousand-jin strength in the wrestling of both sides.

However, in terms of techniques, Wu Tiangang had sufficient confidence in himself; he always thought he was a flexible fat man, and even more flexible than many thin people.

Of course, just such a move wouldn't end the battle.

Mokuton, who encountered a heavy blow, didn't fall to the ground directly like Wu Tiangang's previous opponents.

He just tilted his head, rushed forward a few steps, and stabilized his figure.

However, few people noticed that the competition venue was stepped out of several deep footprints half an inch deep.

Mokuton rubbed his chin, and his expression became increasingly serious.

The opponent's flexibility was a bit beyond expectations, but the strength wasn't to the point of being outrageous.

Mokuton felt that he could take the opponent's heavy blow hard, and then launch an offensive.

Thinking and doing, Mokuton immediately opened his arms and rushed toward Wu Tiangang.

Wu Tiangang thought the opponent wanted to wrestle again, so he didn't dodge.

But Mokuton's hands and Wu Tiangang's hands crossed, and in the blink of an eye, he immediately hugged him full.

Here reflected the benefits of having a large body dimension.

If it were an ordinary strongman, in the embrace of Mokuton, who was over two meters tall, he would definitely be strangled to death like a little chicken.

But facing Wu Tiangang, who was 1.9 meters wide, Mokuton couldn't hold him at all.

Ten fingers couldn't interlock, and the force issued would be greatly discounted.

However, Mokuton was indeed amazingly powerful; even relying on the force of his forearms and waist, he still strangled Wu Tiangang until he saw stars.

Wu Tiangang, who couldn't take it, immediately slapped Mokuton fiercely.

That crisp sound of slapping, that mixture of flying sweat and blood, even if the champion of the world slapping competition saw it, he would have to be terrified.

Ordinary people taking one hit would probably have to go see King Yama immediately.

However, Mokuton didn't loosen his arms even after taking more than twenty hits.

It was really hard for Wu Tiangang to slap so many times in such a short time; the speed, strength, and angle were indeed all at the master level of slapping.

It's a pity that Mokuton's ability to resist hits was too terrifying; he was hit heavily so many times and was still exerting force continuously.

Strangling and strangling, the strength of Wu Tiangang's slapping became smaller and smaller, and finally his hands hung down; clearly, he was strangled unconscious alive.

The referee rushed up in the first instance to pull the two apart, but the referee's strength was too small and couldn't support Wu Tiangang, who weighed a quarter of a ton.

It was Mokuton who helped, and only after four more people ran up from the backstage was Wu Tiangang finally carried down.

The winner was decided; Mokuton, whose face had swollen into a piece, raised his hands high to celebrate his promotion.

While the audience marveled at his strength, they were also wondering why he was so resistant to beating.

Reasonably speaking, after eating that set of ear-slapping package just now, no matter how thick the skin was, it should be swollen into a pig's head plus a concussion, and Mokuton was actually only slightly swollen, and his eyes were clear, showing no signs of internal injury.

Could his body be cast from steel?

No one could answer the question, and the second match started after waiting for more than ten minutes.

Compared to the two heavyweight players just now, the two who came on stage had relatively normal figures.

1.7 meters tall, body strong, muscles obvious; one is a Muay Thai master, and the other is a Judo expert; the battle time was also far beyond the previous two, and it took a full ten minutes to decide the winner.

And this battle appeared with relatively obvious extraordinary phenomena; the strength and speed of both players exceeded the limits of mankind, and the staff responsible for the live broadcast also seized the time to modify the screen.

The men's group had a total of three matches, lasting nearly an hour.

After watching three matches that made blood boil, the audience relaxed slightly.

However, they knew that the truly interesting competition was just starting now.

Because what was going to be fought next was the no-holds-barred fighting women's group.

Miss Luo Quan against Adeline, one from Huaxia, one from the United States.

Reasonably speaking, this belongs to the duel seen in the finals; didn't expect to meet in advance in the first round of competition; don't know how the competition system was arranged; was it really random pairing?

But no matter what, this duel must be Mars hitting the Earth.

Although Adeline's reputation wasn't obvious, since she fought for the United States, she definitely couldn't be weak.

And as everyone knows, Americans have many gods who suffer from physical illness but can still maintain a high competitive level.

Behind these gods, it is the powerful pharmaceutical technology of the United States that is playing a role.

How to stimulate the potential of the human body, American athletes are professional.

People don't know if Adeline will also be such a person, but after all, this is the traditional skill of the US team; it is estimated that it is eight or nine inseparable.

But people definitely wouldn't guess that the medicine Adeline used this time wasn't ordinary stimulants.

"Nickname?" Miss Luo Quan faced the staff's inquiry and appeared a bit confused.

"Does fighting a competition need a nickname? Can't you just say my name?" Miss Luo Quan said with a bitter smile.

It was about to start, but the host asked someone to ask her if she had any nicknames, and also said that Adeline's nickname was Valkyrie.

Miss Luo Quan thought about it and felt that nicknames like "Empire's Fierce Tiger" or "Earth's Strongest Destruction Dragon" were quite good.

But not suitable for girls.

If she was called the Great Demon King, it didn't quite fit her temperament, so she finally gave up.

"Just call it Miss Luo Quan; I have quite a few honorary titles since I debuted, but I really haven't taken any proper nicknames for myself. You let the host look and shout."

The staff scratched his head, feeling that Miss Luo Quan was completely embarrassing him.

But hearing her say so, there was no way, so he could only go back and relay her meaning to the host.

Subsequently, Miss Luo Quan encountered a social death moment that she would never forget.

"No-holds-barred fighting women's group first match, by Valkyrie Adeline, against Abyss Abyssal Bawang Flower Miss Luo Quan, please both players enter!"

The host's voice resounded through the arena; the banana in Miss Luo Quan's hand slipped quietly, and her pupils burned with flames of anger in a violent tremor.

"Abyss... Abyssal Bawang Flower?" ===== CHAPTER 880 =====