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Chapter 607: I, Fang Mo, do what I say!(2/2)

After chatting with the opponent for a few words, Fang Mo smiled and walked towards the arena in a good mood.

Since the fighting competition was based on a lottery system, Fang Mo did not directly compete with Saitama. Instead, he met someone who looked familiar. He looked like a tall and elegant man, wearing a plaid sweater and a white shirt on his lower body.

Wearing suit pants and black gloves, as soon as Fang Mo appeared on the stage, the other party was already observing him.

"Dear audience friends, the person standing in front of you is this year's rising star in the martial arts world!"

As soon as Fang Mo appeared on the stage, the referee here immediately began to introduce: "Unlike the veteran fighter Qiao Ze on the other side, the person standing in front of everyone now is the founder of a new martial arts...Mr. Fang Mo!"

"Of course not only that, he is also one of the S-class heroes in the Hero Association today, the priest of the Original God Sect!!!"

As soon as the word "priest" was spoken, the whole stadium immediately became a sensation.

I saw cheers ringing out like a wave. Not only the spectators around the four games, but even Miss Round, who was responsible for holding the placards, became excited. Many people cheered enthusiastically, and they didn't even know where to take out the cards.

I got a bunch of fan cards with the word "Father" written on them, followed by a lot of love hearts and the like.

But it's worth mentioning.

Fang Mo's fans are not just these girls, there are even many young men, aunts, old men and the like who are holding signs and screaming and shouting.

Even Fang Mo himself was a little surprised after seeing this scene.

Without knowing it, this church has developed so well, and has achieved perfect development for all ages. As expected, the ability to explode gold coins is really strong... In the true sense, it is open to all ages. After all, there are

Who doesn’t love gold?

"Ahhh! Father!"

Countless fans below were holding signs and shouting wildly, and some even took out their net bags and shouted: "Throw it here! Father, please bless me!"

However, it is different from the excitement of the whole place.

Xiaoyao's face was filled with questions after seeing this.

"???"

She looked around subconsciously, and then looked at Fang Mo, completely confused.

To be honest, even if she wanted to break her head, she couldn't figure out why she just went back to the MC world to play with the machine's skills for a while, and then came back and this product was so popular.

"Ahem... I didn't expect Mr. Father's appearance to cause such a big sensation."

I have to say that the referee here seems to be quite surprised, but as the referee and host of the game, of course he still hopes that the scene can be more lively. After all, this is a live TV broadcast, and he will get bonuses if the ratings are high.

So after thinking about it, he immediately dropped another piece of news.

"You may not know that Mr. Father is challenging the martial arts world this time... He actually brought a set of techniques that he created himself."

as expected.

As soon as this sentence was spoken.

The audience below immediately became more excited.

There were quite a few people there who were intoxicated and shouting crazy things like "I want to confess" or something like that.

Obviously these viewers are looking forward to it very much. After all, the S-class heroes in this world are already super hot spots and have a sense of traffic. In an instant, everyone began to guess, what is the martial arts created by the priest, the Cross Penitence Fist? Or is it?

Gold-exploding divine palm or something like that?

In fact, if it's the latter.

This group of spectators was already ready to rush to the ring to grab gold coins immediately.

And at this moment, the host here also smiled. The intensity of the competition was almost the same now, so of course he would no longer be pretentious.

"So...do you want to know what kind of martial arts the priest brought this time?"

I saw the host here speaking, slowly walking towards the audience, and at the same time shouting loudly: "That's right! It's just a blowfly rubbing its hands!"

"..."

In an instant, the entire arena suddenly fell into deathly silence.

It's like you can hear a pin drop.
Chapter completed!
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