The originally bright sunshine gradually became cloudy in people's sight. When the cold and wet winter drizzle fell to the roof of the guild, countless people cheered together and raised the sky.

The falling rain line fell to the venue, and the ring was shaking, and the sound of fists and feet suddenly exploded. A woman named Ma Lin crossed her hands and blocked her kick, and her entire leaning posture slid backwards and stopped before she hit the corner post.

On the other side was a blonde woman from Eastern Europe. She was tall and plump. As she walked with her legs spread, her heavy chest was trembling. She raised her gloves with her fingers and stretched out a finger to shake the Eastern woman over there.

"This is the end of your game today. I'm very happy to fight with you. Unfortunately, you haven't experienced a life-and-death battle, and your fists and feet are not lethal at all."

Perhaps because of the captain, Pova and the other two did not contempt or hostile towards the people of the ancient Eastern Kingdoms like other white people.

What's more, most of her fighting ability is guided by Wang Ruhu. Her close-up power is much stronger than that of ordinary fighters. From the knockout round to the second round of the rematch, few people can confront her for more than two minutes.

"I've seen your game. You're tenacious, but tenaciousness doesn't determine victory."

"Haha... I have to fight before I know."

Ma Lin shook her arms, stepped on her feet slightly, stepped forward again, and smiled politely: "Orients practice martial arts, just to persevere and retreat when they are in trouble. So why do you practice? Why not go home and find someone to marry casually. Come on, let's continue!"

Pova touched her fists, and listened to her heavy chest walking to the opposite side, nodding with a serious expression.

"...It's a pity. Next, I won't show mercy."

"So too, you have to be careful."

On this side, Ma Lin just gave a simple answer, and heard the sound of the bell ringing in the second round, and the two of them took action almost at the same time!

Wow—

The fist collided, and the muscles and bones collided. The two women stagnated. Then they raised their feet together. Bova was long and long legs. He kicked the other side with one foot, and swung his right fist and suddenly hit him. On the other side, Ma Lin raised his arm and pressed his way hard. With the muffled sound of the impact, he took a step and jumped up. Turning around in the air, he hit Bova's chest with a kick.

The heavy ripples spread, and Powa just shook, hugged the kicked foot, and punched it down according to the knee joint. At the same time, Ma Lin sanks down with the weight of her body, breaks free from the arms of the Eastern European woman, and avoids the punch that the other party hits the knee.

In an instant, Ma Lin, who had broken free from the distance, approached again and swung her fists wildly!

The Red Leaf Fist she practiced was a strong boxing technique that was close to the body, and her leg skills were not weak. Under the storm-like offensive, Bova was a little taller than her, her strength and speed were not weak. She followed the captain to experience various dangerous tasks, and she survived the rain of bullets, and had a particularly suppressed momentum for the battles on the ring.

The two women's hard bridges and hard horses were in conflict with each other, changing the soft and weak sense of men to women. On the ring, there were almost all the sounds of cowhide drums ringing, which made people's scalp numb. In the audience, a group of big men and spectators held their breath and watched the two agile women fight back and forth, thinking that if the fists falling like raindrops hit me, I wonder if I could withstand it.

可以可—

On the ring, the fast-attacked oriental women were hammering and whistling and dancing wildly, almost all of them were avoided by Powa, or cleverly removed the force and took it down. They deliberately kept their physical strength and wandered with the other party. Soon, the swinged fist seemed to be exhausted, but the speed still brought out the afterimage in the eyes of ordinary people. But Powa's sight was obviously slower. The moment when Ma Lin closed her fist and swung her left fist, Powa suddenly rushed out and grabbed Ma Lin's wrist. The latter took advantage of the momentum to sink down, trying to get rid of it, and clenched his fist with his other hand and hit Powa's cheek.

However, the huge force suddenly pulled her over. While the fist was swung away, Pova's figure approached. The roar of "drink--" hit Ma Lin's chest, and flew backwards like a shell, fell heavily to the ground, rolled out twice, and used the force to turn up, taking a half-kneeling posture. When blood was spilling out from the corner of her mouth, different referees came over, and she kicked her feet, shot her body suddenly, approaching her, and her fist hit her with a bang.

Pova also raised her hand in an instant, holding the fist that was hit. In an instant, she leaned back her waist, her golden hair spread out, and a hammer hit Ma Lin's face.

With a loud bang, blood splattered on the woman's face, her body couldn't stop retreating, standing there tremblingly, under her drooping hair, her face and nose collapsed, and one of her eyes was so red that she couldn't open it, but she refused to fall down.

"Give up." Pova wiped the forehead that had red marks. Seeing the woman shaking opposite her, she refused. She clenched her fists and continued to walk towards her with blood on her face, "There is no cure."

After Powa's words fell, his figure pushed fiercely towards the stubborn oriental woman like a chariot. However, the next second, a howling came from the air. Powa glanced at the air, and his feet could no longer hold back the force, so he had to hit the woman opposite.

Bang!

The ring was shaken, and in the audience around him, his eyes blurred, and he saw the injured oriental woman standing there. The Eastern European woman did fly straight backwards, cross the center of the ring and hit the rubber rope, and then bounced back to the ground.

In the bloody and blurred vision, Ma Lin squinted her swollen eyes and looked at her. The man's back stood in front of her, like a mountain standing.

“Xia Yi…”

The man turned his face, smiled at her, turned around and looked at Pova who had climbed up from the ground opposite him: "Do you want to kill her?"

"For me, the arena is the battlefield..." Pova also had a unyielding personality and gritted her teeth and stood up. "Unless one side surrenders, they will fight to the death."

"Okay, I, the gatekeeper, challenge you three in advance."

A young man named Xia Yi asked someone to take Ma Lin down. His leather shoes were strapped on the ground with a pool of blood. The falling rain slowly turned toward the opposite side, and his right hand wearing gloves hooked.

"You three are here together."

"This guy!!"

Ken and Zon seemed to know the young man on the stage, so he turned over and stood on the ring to Pova, clenched his fists, and looked like he was fighting for life.

Xia Yi glanced at them, and a trace of violence appeared in his eyes. Just as he was about to take action, another tall figure stood up on the higher platform far behind him.

"Xia Yi, enough, do you want to ruin the game?"

It was like the whistling sound of shells crossing the sky, and the group standing on the stage felt their hair standing. Ken Zorn pulled Pova instinctively to avoid it. The referee turned over the nylon rope and jumped down. Only Xia Yi was still standing there, slowly turning around and looking back, tilting his face to look into the air.

The shell-like figure fell down.

boom--

The loud noise exploded, and in countless intertwined sights, the entire arena was sunk downwards, and the iron frame was cracked and mixed with the debris of wooden boards splashed around. The nylon rope stakes instantly lifted the sky, and swung the various billboards around the edge from a distance, scaring the audience there screamed, and many people stood up from the seats and avoided them far away.

"What's going on?" "What happened just now?"

"It seems like something fell from it."

"Look, there's someone!"

The smoke and dust filled the air, and in a moment, it gradually dissipated. The competitions in the rings around stopped. The contestants, referees, hosts, and countless stunned spectators looked at each other. In the exclamation, the scattered smoke and dust appeared on the messy field. A tall figure with gloves confronted another young man wearing gloves.

"Or, my two brothers fight first."

The dust particles brushed by, Wang Ruhu hung his hands, standing in the ruins like a mountain, looking fiercely at his cousin Xia Yi, who had a cold expression on his face.
Chapter completed!