If you don't have enough strength, it will be difficult to win with just skill until you can't break through the opponent's muscle armor.
But Fan Luo is still looking forward to it.
He didn't believe that Teng Qingyan didn't have a trump card.
How could the secret skill be just the exquisite spear technique for poking mosquitoes and flies? There must be a more powerful trick that has not been used yet.
However, what surprised and puzzled Fan Luo was that Teng Qingyan did not use his long-awaited trick until he was kicked off the ring.
"Teng Qingyan was attacked by three martial artists last night. He kept the challenge, but he also suffered internal injuries."
Yang Hongzhen told the reason.
The loom promptly called up a piece of information for Fan Luo that Teng Qingyan was under siege.
This information was newly collected by Loom on the way to the ring this morning. However, this information was unclear. It did not mention names or weapons. It seemed more like a rumor than a fact. Because it was unclear about the authenticity, Loom
Fan Luo was not informed.
Now that Yang Hongzhen has said these words, it indirectly confirms the reliability of the news.
Fan Luo somewhat understood that if he persisted in using the powerful secret technique despite suffering internal injuries, he might not be able to survive for a few years after returning.
It's just that he can understand it, but other viewers and some martial artists may not understand it.
Hisses echoed throughout the street.
Some people say that Teng Qingyan has lost face as a martial artist.
Some people scolded Teng Qingyan for wasting his pledge and not worthy of being on stage.
Some even insulted him crazily.
These people either lost their bets or were deliberately venting their emotions.
The loom continuously collects people's excited reactions.
If the audience complained that Teng Qingyan's defeat was too clean and weak, making the game not so exciting, then the following battle was really so cruel that it made them sick to their stomachs.
Yang Hongzhen crushed the armrest, and her whole body was shaking with anger.
On the ring, as a martial artist in the second round, an old martial artist from the Suicheng Martial Arts School was directly interrupted by his opponent. His internal organs were all over the floor. He was still alive and was kicked by his opponent out of boredom.
Turned into minced meat with one foot.
Then he raised the only intact head of the deceased, which was distorted by pain, and waved it to the audience, showing off the victory.
This kind of brutal killing is no longer a normal game.
He found that after this victory, most of the fighters' faces showed enthusiasm and excitement.
"Except that thermal weapons cannot be used, there are no rules in the competition. Until one party admits defeat or dies, any player who interferes with the competition will be disqualified. It turns out that they are waiting here."
Fan Luo looked at Yang Hongzhen. When Master Lin was defeated, Yang Hongzhen wanted to rush out several times to stop him from killing him, but in the end he endured it.
"Don't give your opponent a chance to admit defeat...it seems like Teng Qingyan is lucky."
How can you make your opponent unable to even admit defeat?
Master Lin's experience has been told to everyone.
Pull out your tongue, unable to open your mouth and admit defeat.
Break both hands and legs and don't give him a chance to exit the ring.
Then comes the feast of the cruel.
This bloody contest scared away some of the audience.
But the conflict between martial artists and fighters in the ring was aroused to the extreme in an instant.
Under this extreme emotion, the third competition began.
"Ah!!! It hurts me so much, it hurts me so much, I...I...give up and give up."
The third martial artist who came on stage quickly admitted defeat when his opponent tore off an arm.
"coward."
The other party humiliated the loser in an oriental language with an accent.
He didn't continue to be cruel.
In the fourth round, the two sides fought fiercely, and the martial artist finally won the round.
But the victor also paid a heavy price.
The scene was very depressing, but the Western audiences from all over the world were shouting excitedly, and some even started to humiliate the local audience, as if they regarded themselves as superior people.
The fifth round, the sixth round, the seventh round...the twentieth round...
As for the martial artists, they lost more than they won. The only big victory was when Yang Hongzhen crushed her opponent with her absolute strength, which finally boosted their morale.
The game is still going on.
The winner between masters is often decided quickly.
After another four-game losing streak, Yang Hongzhen's newly boosted morale has fallen back to rock bottom.
After Fan Luo's analysis, he clearly understood the reason why his side lost more than he won. Most martial artists did not face the enemy at their peak.
This is only part of the reason.
Another part of the reason may be related to serum.
After more than twenty rounds of competitions, the loom collected the battles of the fighters and analyzed that all the fighters had terrifyingly strong physiques, not to mention the ability of a red-haired muscular man to withstand bullets and resist most of the injuries caused by secret skills.
Impact can be achieved.
Even if you temporarily gain the upper hand with your exquisite kung fu, once your physical strength is exhausted, your opponent can quickly regain the situation and quickly seal the victory.
Every fighter uses different fighting techniques.
But the strange thing is that everyone's physical strength is terrifyingly strong.
Of course this cannot be due to fighting skills.
Serum, the loom has collected information about the serum from that group of people more than once.
Fan Luo wanted to collect more, but unfortunately, as the twenty-third round of the competition ended with the martial artist's defeat, Fan Luo had to step onto the ring.
Fan Luo is number 24.
The opponent was a short-haired man with a lean build and a white gauze wrapped around his fist.
"Sayev, hang him."
Fan Luo heard someone cheering, and his eyes fell on the fighter waiting area. There was a lot of joy there, and he didn't take this competition seriously at all.
"They don't have anyone here anymore? Let a kid with no hair grow up come up? But it's better than those old bones that are about to die. I'll break the bones in this kid's body one by one later and let them come up and collect the body.
"
The lean, short-haired man began to remove the gauze from his fist.
As the two white cloth belts fell off, a gust of wind blew on the scene, and the short-haired man appeared in front of Fan Luo. The cloth belt in his hand was spinning and suddenly wrapped around him.
Fan Luo seemed to be petrified and was entangled in the cloth belt.
"Ha ha ha ha--"
The short-haired man smiled proudly, raised his fists, and struck them down like a violent storm.
The audience under the ring couldn't bear to witness it.
"Oops, my junior brother will be beaten to death."
Liang Le exclaimed.
Senior Brother Li Shufen slapped Liang Le.
Lanshan stared at the ring with a sullen face.
Second senior brother Cai Shaofeng said calmly,
"Liang Le, you can see clearly. Junior Brother was not hit by a single punch. He was caught on purpose."
Liang Le hurriedly opened his eyes.
But the short-haired man's fists were punching faster than each other, and they exploded in the air like firecrackers. He couldn't see clearly.
He couldn't see clearly, but Yang Hongzhen, who was close to the ring, could see clearly.
Fan Luo was wrapped in gauze, but his body was like a willow stick. When the wind of fists hit, he would flutter in the wind. He could barely avoid the fists that hit him every time. The punches were loud like firecrackers and dense like rain showers, but they could not