The bald man swung his hammer again and again, as if he didn't know what fatigue was.
Moreover, he always kept within arm's reach of the seven disciples of the Lancang Sect, and did not launch any more deadly attacks. He just kept swinging the hammer to attack the Lancang Sect disciples from different directions and angles.
In this way, lap after lap, the physical strength of the seven disciples of the Lancang Sect was almost exhausted, but the bald man still appeared to be energetic and ran as if effortlessly from beginning to end.
Soon, another half hour passed.
Half an hour doesn't sound like a long time, but in this battle where internal strength is exerted to chase each other, it is enough to exhaust all the physical strength of a martial artist.
This is exactly what happened to the seven disciples of the Lancang Sect at this time.
With this fatigue tactic, even now, although he is still escaping, and in the process of escaping, if he really cannot escape, he will stop the counterattack very suddenly, and then continue to drive away. However, such
Tactics are no longer very effective.
On the contrary, the action of the bald man swinging the hammer again and again, although it seemed very simple and would not cause death, but over time, the clothes of the Lancang sect disciples were pierced with holes by the hammer.
, now even the flesh was stabbed.
Unknowingly, the seven disciples of the Lancang Sect were covered in blood and had wounds everywhere.
Although these wounds were all flesh wounds and were not life-threatening, in the eyes of viewers, they were too bloody and cruel.
This way of injury was exactly the same as that of the previous deceased.
The seven disciples of the Lancang Sect who were focused on escaping did not notice this problem themselves, but the people in the stands had already noticed it.
Therefore, at this moment, Yun Rongrong, who was sitting in the stands, clenched her fists. She really hated such a bloody battle.
By now, she was quite sure of the bald man's purpose.
To put it nicely, he came to participate in the martial arts competition and compete in martial arts, but in fact, he came to kill people.
And, if the guess is correct, he should be just a chess piece. To be more precise, I am afraid that everyone participating in the martial arts conference this time has been forced to become a chess piece on the chessboard.
Invisibly, there is an invisible hand controlling the chessboard.
Thinking of this, Yun Rongrong couldn't help but twitch a sneer on her lips.
Oh, if this hand wants to control this chessboard, it depends on whether it really has the ability!
She will wait and see.
Let's talk about that on the arena, the bald man saw that the seven disciples of the Lancang Sect were being chased until they were out of breath, but he was still chasing them like a cat chasing a mouse. The look in his eyes was as if he was playing.
.
Such an expression really made many martial arts people in the stands frown, and many even had angry looks in their eyes.
But the bald man didn't care at all and was having a great time playing the game.
Finally, the seventh disciple of the Lancang Sect made a "plop" sound and fell to the ground from exhaustion.
The bald man also stopped and stood next to the seventh disciple of the Lancang Sect.
"Do you admit defeat?"
The bald man asked playfully with an evil smile on his face.
However, after he finished speaking for a long time, the seven disciples of the Lancang Sect did not answer and were still lying motionless on the ring.
Now that things have reached this point, it's obviously a bit embarrassing.
Because there are clear regulations in the martial arts competition. Either one of them will be kicked off the ring, or one of them will admit defeat. If you choose one of the two, the game will be over.
However, now that this disciple of the Lancang Sect has fallen to the ground, what should we do?
"That Lancang sect boy has passed out."
Hua Xuyao glanced at the man, with an evil smile on his lips as always, and said.
Yun Rongrong looked at Fang with a solemn expression, sitting upright, unlike Hua Xuyao who could still laugh.
Because, she had a very bad feeling in her heart.
Next to them, Xia Keke and Hong Luoluo looked at this scene, and they both looked away unbearably, saying, "That bald head is so cruel, how could he torture someone like this!"
"If it weren't for my lack of strength, I would really want to go up and teach that bald man a lesson!"
"Yes, I want to too, but I don't want to die."
"..."
Yun Rongrong listened to the speeches of the two of them and couldn't help but rolled her eyes speechlessly.
Do these two stinky girls dare to be more courageous?
The people of the Lancang sect were beaten like this. Needless to say, the people of the Lancang sect were the most embarrassed.
Therefore, on the Lancang faction's seat, their people were looking at the arena with nervous and heavy expressions, and everyone was secretly shouting in their hearts: Wake up! Wake up quickly and continue fighting!
It's a pity that the seventh disciple lying on the ring has really reached the limit of his physical strength.
He just lay there motionless, without any movement.
The competitions in several other arenas are still going on, but only in this stand, there is silence.
The bald man glanced at the Lancang disciple impatiently, and then used a hammer to poke the man who fell to the ground, as if intentionally or unintentionally.
You know, this hammer is full of sharp iron thorns. Even if it touches a person with a little force, it will stab a person with blood. Not to mention that the seven disciples of the Lancang Sect are covered in blood.
It's already scarred.
"Hey, do you admit defeat?"
The bald man seemed to abide by the rules of the martial arts tournament and asked in a deep voice.
In the haze, the seventh disciple of the Lancang Sect felt a stinging pain coming from his body. He slowly opened his eyes and saw a tall and strong man standing in front of him.
Only then did he remember that he was still competing in the ring. And, at the same time, he naturally remembered the hatred that his tenth junior brother was killed by this man.
In an instant, hatred filled his heart again.
I saw the seventh disciple of the Lancang Sect slowly getting up from the ground. Every move he made was so laborious, as if all his life's energy had been exhausted.
Finally, he stood staggeringly in front of the bald man.
At this moment, even though his physical strength was exhausted, his eyes were still full of hatred.
Without waiting for him to speak, the bald man once again showed an evil and murderous smile and asked, "Do you admit defeat?"
"I... don't... admit... defeat!"
The seventh disciple of the Lancang Sect replied intermittently with great integrity.
However, to everyone's surprise, the moment he finished speaking, the bald man suddenly swung the hammer again and directly knocked out the seven disciples of the Lancang Sect...
