Everyone in the stands held their breath, as if their throats were being strangled, and there was a sudden silence.
Yan Buhuan gasped in pain. This was the first time she was injured by her own weapon.
Zhao Yu came to her like a whirlwind, kicked her to one side, and then just as Yan Buhuan was about to get up, he stepped on her shoulder and said in a sinister tone: "Keep on fighting.
Going down?"
Yan Buhuan resisted the pain in his waist and gritted his teeth and said: "Damn kid, the competition is not over yet."
How could she admit defeat?
Once she loses, Xuanyuan Mu and Jiao Li will never wake up again. For this reason alone, she cannot admit defeat.
Zhao Yu smiled sarcastically: "Trying to be brave will cost you your life. I don't want to kill you."
Yan Buhuan was startled and looked at Zhao Yu in disbelief: "Who are you?"
Zhao Yu is His Highness of the State of Zhao. He is young and has not yet been crowned king. Why does he call himself the king?
A trace of surprise flashed in Zhao Yu's eyes. The foot that was originally stepping on her shoulder used a little force to prevent her from moving. He leaned over with a smile and looked at her closely: "Little girl, you are very smart."
Now Yan Buhuan was even more sure that the person she was fighting with just now was not Zhao Yu at all. She was also puzzled that Zhao Yu could possess such strong martial arts at such a young age. Could it be that he started practicing in his mother's womb?
Yan Buhuan groaned in pain, hot sweat rolled down his forehead: "You...who are you?"
Zhao Yu didn't look like he wanted to kill her at all, and said with a smile: "Is it so important to know who I am? You have already lost."
Yan Buhuan gritted his teeth: "I didn't."
As long as you don't get kicked off the ring, you don't lose.
"Oh, you want me to kick you off?" Zhao Yu's smile widened as if he knew what she was thinking.
At this moment, the heavy rain fell without warning, and raindrops like soybeans were pattering. In a short time, it was like a rain curtain, covering the entire stadium.
Zhao Yu frowned, as if he was in extreme pain.
This is a rare opportunity.
Yan Buhuan expressed his strength, twisted his waist, and completely escaped from Zhao Yu's feet.
"Bu Huan, shake the silver needle out of his neck." At this time, the voice of the servant came through the rain curtain and reached Yan Bu Huan's ears.
Ventriloquism!
Yan Buhuan did not hesitate, and his body flew into the air. At this time, Zhao Yuhao stared blankly at the flying rain in the sky, with a complex look on his face, and his expression was so helpless that it made people feel distressed.
Therefore, when Yan Buhuan came to him, Zhao Yu suddenly came back to his senses, but his movements were a beat slower. Yan Buhuan saw the silver needle hidden at the collar at a glance.
The long needle was caught between the fingers.
Suddenly, Zhao Yu seemed like a puppet that had lost control, staring blankly at Yan Buhuan, his eyes dull.
Yan Buhuan wanted to add another palm, but after seeing such a look, his palm froze in mid-air.
Gradually, the confused eyes began to recover. Yan Buhuan knew that Zhao Yu had recovered, so he quickly retracted his hand, spun his feet, and moved to the side.
At this time, Zhao Yu received a secret message: "Don't fight, you lose."
There was a trace of anger on Zhao Yu's face, how could he lose? He hadn't fought yet.
The master said that the key is very important to him. If he cannot win, then the master will be disappointed. How can he let the master down?
