As the person involved, how could Sayev not know that the more he was beaten, the more frightened and chilled he became. No matter how fast the fist came out, no matter how close it was, what's the use if it couldn't hit him?
I struggled with the air for a long time.
He didn't understand that the 'Fist Yarn' had already entangled his opponent, but why could this kid still avoid his fist?
countless times.
"Ahhhhhh, damn, damn, damn, damn!!!"
Suddenly, Sayev's clothes were stretched open, revealing the explosive muscles inside. He was not going to play with it anymore.
"Are you finally serious?"
Fan Luo's eyes lit up.
The next moment, Fan Luo was picked up and smashed to the ground.
Boom.
Gravel splashes.
The arena exploded.
But there was no sign of the young man on the ground.
"Sayev, on your back."
There was a loud shout from the audience.
The swollen Sayev suddenly did a backflip and was about to press Fan Luo to the ground.
It's a pity that he missed the opportunity.
Fan Luo appeared on his waist again like a ghost.
Bang bang bang!
Bang bang bang!
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"
A series of rolling and grabbing, without even touching Fan Luo, Sayev was helpless and furious.
At this time, the loom gave feedback, telling him that he had collected most of the opponent's information.
Without further delay, he took out a short knife and held it in his hand. While Sayev was still roaring, he stabbed it directly into his head.
The roar stopped immediately.
thump--
The huge corpse lay on the ground, twitching for a long time, and gradually became silent.
Seeing this, Fan Luo kicked the body back to the fighter waiting area, turned around and returned to his seat.
This victory made the scene quiet for a long time. No one understood why the little giant who was still blaming the sky and the earth a moment ago suddenly died.
The boy didn't look like he was exerting much effort.
Instead, it was as if his opponent had sent his head over and stabbed him with some help.
With just one strike, victory or defeat is decided, life or death is decided.
The martial artist once again has a victory.
But from now on, the competition until today is all over.
On the fighter side, 61 people advanced to the next round.
On the other hand, among martial artists, only thirteen people advanced to the next round.
From early morning until late at night, the competition was almost one-sided.
Before the competition was over, the news of the martial artist's tragic defeat had spread to every corner of Sui City. As newspapers came out the next day, the news spread to other cities and spread throughout the East.
For a time, everyone in the streets was talking about martial artists being inferior to fighters.
The next day, early morning.
Fan Luo entered the ring again.
During the draw, four martial artists on their side chose to abstain. Three of them were severely injured in yesterday's competition. After a night of treatment, they still did not recover much, so they had to abstain.
If you don’t want to die, you can only abstain.
The other one didn't know why.
In the final draw, there were nine people on the martial arts side and 61 people on the fighting side.
Exactly seventy people.
In other words, there are thirty-five competitions today.
It's still a random draw, but this time, they are drawn together, without the distinction of camps.
The battle between the camps of martial artists and fighters was decided yesterday.
The fighter was victorious.
The martial artist failed miserably.
From now on, the one competing will be the strongest.
Fan Luo drew number two, and number one was a white-haired man named Nevinovich, with long hair tied into a braid.
Nevinvich's clothes were quite strange, like a clown, with a colorful striped top and narrow trousers, revealing dark steel pipe-like calves, which kept bouncing on the stage like a spring.
Fan Luo saw the opponent take action yesterday.
The loom collected information about Nevinvich and learned that the other party was practicing a kind of national bouncing dance. It was a harvest dance and a sacrificial dance. It was really like a spring and could jump very high.
It can burst out with extremely fast speed and powerful impact. It looks like a very happy dance overall, but when it is serious, it gives people a sense of solemnity. It holds two bone daggers as weapons, which has strong lethality.
After the two drew lots, they knew that they were in the first round of the competition, so they did not go down. Instead, they waited until the last person had finished drawing and walked off the ring, then each walked to the side and faced off.
duang~~duang~~~
Nevinvich had a smiling face when he bounced up, and an expressionless face when he fell down. It was always like this as he went up and down.
It's like two personalities, constantly switching.
When he fell again, with a swish, Nevinvich was pressed to the ground and ejaculated. Fan Luo looked at the smiling face getting closer and closer and couldn't help but laugh too.
He turned sideways to avoid the insidious dagger.
When Nevinvich was about to shoot past him, Fan Luo took action, directly grabbing the opponent's dark legs, twisting his body, and violently throwing Nevinvich out of the ring.
There was a burst of exclamation at the scene.
No one expected that Fan Luo would respond in this way.
However, what is even more unexpected is that when Nevinvich flew out of the ring and his body began to fall, his legs actually sprayed out a large amount of steam. The steam exploded with a bang, and Nevinvich turned around like a missile.
The torpedo that entered the sea not only resolved the crisis and returned to the ring, but also launched a fatal attack.
Fan Luo felt strong oppression, as if a strong wind was blowing against him. The blood-stained floor tiles of the arena were instantly scraped away by this invisible force.
The smoke wrapped around Fan Luo's body, and he was pressed and rolled continuously, but it still circled around him. Otherwise, all his clothes and hair would have been shaved off in just this one blow.
With white hair braided into the sky, steam was ejected from behind, and he was in front of Fan Luo in the blink of an eye.
High altitude versus low altitude.
Fan Luo made a gesture, resisting the pressure, and poured out dozens of fist seals in an instant. It was difficult to distinguish the true and false fist seals. They were sent out from all angles, seemingly fast and slow, with hidden charm, and they actually hit the opponent at the same time.
——Desolate bite.
Crack!
Snapped!
Boom——
Steam and mist rolled at the same time, pouring out continuously, covering the entire arena in an instant, and spreading outside the arena.
Everyone could no longer see clearly what was going on in the arena.
The danger of the battle can only be felt from the fierce collisions and sounds of fighting.
Suddenly, the fog that filled the surrounding areas converged at the same time, as if a whale was swallowing the sea, absorbing all the fog in one go.
At the scene, only steam is left.
In the mist, some figures can already be seen.
The two sides seem to have stopped fighting. The winner has been decided?
"Nevenwich wins!"
Some fighters have already raised their arms and cheered.
The martial artist watched intently.
until the steam dissipates.
The winner was indeed decided in the ring, but the one who fell on the ring was not the oriental boy, but Nevinvich, whose white hair was disheveled, his whole body was red and swollen, and he was in a miserable state.
Van Lo brought up Nevinvich and threw him towards the fighter.
Then he calmly walked off the stage.
His face was as calm as yesterday.
"Congratulations." Yang Hongzhen cupped her hands and congratulated her.
Fan Luo smiled, very cheerfully.
In the first battle, the winner was decided in less than three minutes, and the loser turned out to be the fighter.
Immediately, fighter No. 4 eagerly jumped onto the ring and bared his teeth in provocation at Fan Luo.