Chapter 530: He won, I eat shit! ! (1/4)

Fang Lang, who had been chased by Helding a while ago, stopped suddenly and slapped Bellamy, the attacker seal, to death.
What happened at this moment was shocking, and they put away their underestimated thoughts.
This is the case for the audience, let alone the narrator.
He opened his mouth wide, in disbelief. He had expected that Fang Lang would be maimed by Bellamy with a punch, but overall there was nothing wrong, but Bellamy was the one who was maimed.
"How do you do it? Does this guy have eyes behind?" The commentator murmured, and then reacted, but he explained, how could he be so unprofessional, and immediately changed his words: "Okay, very good! This masked male player is here. To my expectation, I always felt that he was unusual, and the result now has fulfilled my guess. Bellamy has no chance at all in the power!"
He showed what he had said before, and shamelessly classified Fang Lang as a hero.
But even though he said so, he cursed inwardly, and the masked man almost made him ashamed.
When I thought that I was holding Fang Lang secretly, Dang even added: "But facing Helding, the new star of the giant clan, the mask man didn't have any...not much chance. I can already imagine his result. "
When he said "any", the commentator wisely chose to change his words. The professional commentary just couldn't draw conclusions suddenly. He should be an afterthought, not Zhuge Liang.
"It will be very miserable." At the end, he added another sentence hypocritically.
The audience heard it in the mist, and in short they understood one thing. The masked man is quite strong, but he will lose to Helding, and it will be very miserable.
"Helding! Get rid of him!" Suddenly, someone roared.
Fang Lang looked at it with a smile, but he didn't feel in the mood to care about others, it was a bit too shameful.
It was a shame to participate in this kind of joke-like competition as the Four Emperors, but after seeing Hawkeye and others, he felt comforted.
I am not the only one who lost a share!
While thinking about it, Fang Lang raised his head to look at Helding, and said lightly: "With the existence of green peppers, I can't easily get the 8th position, so I'll take you."
"You... are much stronger than you look. Are you armed and domineering?" Helding looked at Fang Lang solemnly, and put away his heart of disregard.
"Stop talking nonsense, since you want to kill me, don't hesitate." Fang Lang jumped up, his whole body floating in front of Helding as if flying into the air.
"You are right, sure enough, you should die!"
Helding roared, and pinched Fang Lang from the left and right with his palms, as if he wanted to slap him to death as a mosquito.
With a loud bang, Helding looked on his face, he didn't even feel anything.
The next moment, a body shape enlarged in the pupil.
"Armed color hardened."
Fang Lang stepped on the void, stepped lightly on the moon step, and his figure suddenly rushed forward. When he approached the opponent's face, he turned back and kicked.
boom! ! !
Under this foot, Helding's huge figure was suddenly kicked to the ground, smashing a big hole on the platform.
The metal helmet he wore on his head was sunken by the blow, leaving a deep leg print.
After the thick smoke and dust passed, Fang Lang stood quietly beside Helding's head, looking at him coldly.
The eyes under the mask have no emotional fluctuations, numbness and indifference, which are his main colors.
"No, it's impossible...!"
In the silence, the commentator murmured, how exactly is such a huge power hidden in that small body.
Kicked to death a giant that was dozens of times larger than himself, it was shocking!
It's just that, just after he finished speaking, he finally remembered that he was really a professional commentator.
Immediately covering his mouth, he said with a dry cough, pretending to be calm, "No, it's impossible... blame! The male masked player really did not live up to my expectations. As I said before, the result will be miserable. Now Helding looks like, I’m afraid it’s a concussion. I’m not lucky enough to die. It’s really miserable. But first of all, we congratulate the masked man on his victory."
"Call—"
This time, the audience didn't buy it at all. Even if they didn't understand, they could understand it. The previous commentary had judged that Fang Lang would lose, but now it's so simple to steal the ball.
Feeling that his professionalism is being doubted, the commentary suddenly became angry. The masked men are all this masked men, and they are very successful in pretending to be a pig! Bastard!
Everyone was underestimating him, and suddenly killed Helding, just to make him shut up?
The more he thinks about the commentary, the more angry he gets. The look in Fang Lang's eyes is not good. He snorted and suddenly said: "All this is in my expectation. I am a professional commentator. Masked men have always been mysterious, and 5 Compared with the mask man, this mask man is just like that. He can't get the winner of the 8th group!!"
"Woo--!" Many viewers curled their lips and booed.
"What if you make a mistake?" someone who fears that the world will not be chaos shouted mockingly.
He was uncomfortable looking at the masked man before, but Fang Lang suddenly broke out and dropped the two in seconds, which immediately made him feel good.
People who come here are looking for excitement. It would be better to see this kind of Jedi comeback and suddenly explode.
As the commentator heard what he said, he suddenly felt that the steps were not good, but how could he let him give up on that? In order to prove his professionalism, he went all out.
"I'm a professional, how can your audience's vision compare with me? I said he can't win, just can't win, you have to believe in professional explanations!"
"What will he do if he wins?" the man repeated it calmly.
The commentary was suddenly speechless, and looked at the other person bitterly, and said angrily: "He won, I eat shit! On the spot!"
As soon as this remark came out, many people were stunned, and then they cheered for fear that the world would not be chaotic.
The audience member who was persecuting before even smiled and said: "We have all heard, mask man, hurry up and get rid of the others, we need to read the commentary and eat shit!"
Hearing that, Fang Lang is happy, this is also an interesting person, even if he nodded, he said in a deep voice, "I will win if he eats or not."
This was a bit arrogant, the commentator's expression was ashen, and he stared at Fang Lang, and leaped against him.
Arrogance, let you be arrogant for a while! ..
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