Looking at Beirut's sinister look, Jing Shui's pretty eyebrows frowned slightly and turned to look at Cang Su, "Although Beirut has a bad temper, his strength is not low. You have to be careful."
"Don't worry. As the saying goes, a dog that bites doesn't bark. A dog that barks cheerfully like this will tell you that it has no ability." After saying that, Cang Su also stood up, patted Jing Shui's shoulder, and looked at him.
Walk towards the arena.
Seeing that Cang Su still had a slight smile on his face and looked calm and relaxed, Beirut chuckled sinisterly, raised his palm and slapped it hard on the ring, and jumped onto the ring all of a sudden.
I saw a clear five-fingerprint where the palm was photographed.
Seeing Beirut looking at him provocatively, Cang Su jumped onto the ring indifferently, looking at Beirut with eyes full of contempt: "Didn't your mother teach you to protect public property?"
"Shut up, you loser!" With a dark face, Beirut's heart was filled with raging anger.
Seeing Beirut's angry look, Cang Su smiled and continued: "Actually, when I first saw you, I wanted to ask you how old you are. Why are you so childish? But then I thought about it, I'd better not make things difficult for you. I guess you're just so pitiful.
His IQ is also countless.”
As Cang Su finished speaking, the muscles on Beirut's face suddenly twitched strangely.
Obviously, this big guy with a bad temper has been completely angered by Cang Su.
At this moment, the bell for the start of the game officially rang.
Without a word of nonsense, Beirut had a gloomy face, and a light yellow magic ball suddenly condensed in his hand.
He raised his foot and stepped hard on the ground, and a crack suddenly burst out in the hard ring. Beirut's figure was like a cannonball, and his speed was astonishingly fast.
"Death!" shouted angrily, and the light yellow magic ball in Beirut's hand seemed to contain a thousand pounds of power, and hit Cang Su's chest heavily.
Everyone held their breath and watched Cang Su standing motionless, as if they had not seen Beirut's powerful attack.
Jing Shui below was so anxious that he stood up from his position and looked at Cang Su nervously.
"Pretty sister, don't worry. Although my ugly mother is ugly, she won't lose to that bad guy." Night Crow chirped as he combed his black hair slowly.
Hearing this, Jing Shui raised his eyebrows and looked at Cang Su on the ring again.
I saw a flash of light in Cang Su's emerald eyes, and then a movement of his feet. He cleverly avoided Beirut's heavy blow in an extremely weird and twisted posture.
Unable to retract the attack in his hand, Beirut's expression changed, and the magic ball in his hand hit the ground of the ring heavily.
The arena was suddenly smashed into a large circular crater, and Cang Su mysteriously disappeared in front of Beirut.
He was shocked, and before Beirut had time to react, a heart-shaking murderous aura suddenly pounced on his back.
Turning his head in horror, Beirut immediately came face to face with Cang Su, who had moved behind him at some point.
Smiling quietly at Beirut, Cang Su's palm burst into flames, and then landed lightly on Beirut's back.
The heart-wrenching pain came with the smell of burnt smell, and Beirut suddenly had huge beads of sweat on his face, and he let out a miserable scream.
Seeing this, Cang Su just smiled on his face, shook his arm, and a powerful force was transmitted into Beirut's body.
‘Pfft’ spit out a mouthful of blood. Beirut didn’t have the slightest backhand power and hit the ring like a dead dog.
Suddenly, there was an eerie silence all around...