Looking at Wu Zheng's posture, he really wanted to give the man with facial paralysis a fatal blow to end the fight.
Everyone in Dawu watched nervously.
However, in their opinion, although Wu Zheng fought with the facially paralyzed man in an indistinguishable manner, the facially paralyzed man had many injuries on his body, but Wu Zheng did not.
With one thing going down and the other going up, this round should be a sure win.
But Wu Yuan didn't think so. He had been observing the man with facial paralysis.
The injuries on his body did not make the facially paralyzed man hesitate at all, and he did not even know if it was an illusion. After each injury, Wu Yuan saw a hint of excitement in the facially paralyzed man's eyes.
It's a kind of abnormal excitement, and he seems to be very intoxicated with this bleeding state.
No matter what, the situation on the stage is beyond his control.
At this time, Wu Zheng had already rushed out, half a minute faster than before.
Wu Zheng's kung fu was indeed impressive. Wu Yuan estimated that even his crown prince Xin Ruyan would not be Wu Zheng's opponent.
Soon after he said it, Wu Zheng had already rushed to the man with facial paralysis.
"Death!" Wu Zheng shouted.
In an instant, blood splattered.
Everyone in Dawu immediately cheered and shouted, "We win."
That's right, in front of everyone's eyes, Wu Zheng's sword penetrated the palm of the facially paralyzed man, and even the iron rod fell to the ground.
On the surface, this battle seems to be over.
Wu Yuan also opened his mouth wide, but what surprised him was not that Wu Zheng stabbed the man with facial paralysis.
But at that moment, he could see clearly that it was this man with facial paralysis who actively responded to Wu Zheng's sword and sent his palm towards him.
Wu Zheng also looked at the paralyzed man in shock, but didn't take it seriously.
"It seems that not only do you have poor ears, but you also have a poor brain, and you actually seek death on your own initiative."
Wu Zheng smiled contemptuously, and then he pulled out his sword and gave the man with facial paralysis the final blow.
But the next second, the facially paralyzed man's fingers suddenly closed together and grabbed Wu Zheng's sword-holding hand.
Wu Zheng's expression changed, and he was horrified to find that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free from the palm of the facially paralyzed man.
Not to mention drawing a sword.
Gradually, more and more people discovered something was wrong in the arena.
The excited shouts just now gradually subsided.
Some people who didn't know what was going on quickly asked the people around them, "What's wrong? Didn't you win?"
A military general replied with a solemn face: "The second prince is in danger!"
"How could it be?" Some people couldn't believe this statement.
But soon, they couldn't help but not believe it anymore.
After Wu Zheng realized something was wrong, he didn't care about his face and tried his best to break free from the shackles of the facially paralyzed man.
But still to no avail.
Now even a fool can see that Wu Zheng is going to be in trouble.
The paralyzed man did not disappoint the audience.
A bloodthirsty and cruel smile suddenly appeared on the face that had never shown any expression.
Seeing this smile, Wu Zheng's scalp went numb.
"Damn it, if you have the guts, let me go and we'll compete again."
Even some laymen feel childish after hearing what Wu Zheng said. Do you think this is just playing house?
What about adult battles? Wouldn’t you be embarrassed if you heard this for yourself?
It's a pity that Wu Zheng doesn't care about what other people think at the moment. If he doesn't break away, he will be in big trouble.
It is impossible to admit defeat. If he admits defeat now, Wu Zheng's previous efforts will be over.
"I'll fight you." Seeing that he couldn't break free, Wu Zheng became fierce.
The other hand poked the facially paralyzed man directly in the eye.
But the man with facial paralysis smiled cruelly and grabbed Wu Zheng's wrist.
Immediately afterwards, there was a crisp sound of bones breaking, and along with Wu Zheng's scream, one hand was brutally broken by the facially paralyzed man.
"This man has such strong wrist strength!" In the corner, the old man Zhuri couldn't help but say.
Mo Qiaoer looked like he was watching the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal. Instead of feeling scared, he said excitedly: "It's so violent. I like it so much. Wu Zheng looks so painful."
Xin Ruyan looked at Mo Qiaoer speechlessly. Fortunately, Wu Zheng couldn't hear what Mo Qiaoer said, otherwise, he would have been pissed to death at this moment.
Xin Ruyan also looked solemnly in the direction of the ring, "It's amazing, but this person doesn't look like a normal person."
The old man Zhuri also nodded in agreement, "I heard that the people in Tianli Kingdom pursue the method of practicing martial arts first and training people first. Those people were born to kill and died of killing."
Xin Ruyan was startled, "Sir, do you mean this person comes from Tianli?"
But this time the old man smiled and said nothing.
How could Xin Ruyan not know, this must be the same thing.
Facing such an opponent, fortunately Wu Yuan gave up quickly just now, Xin Ruyan couldn't help but think so.
When he was distracted, Mo Qiaoer next to him exclaimed again, "Oh my God, Wu Zheng was beaten, so violent."
Xin Ruyan looked up, his eyes full of solemnity.
Mo Qiaoer was right, Wu Zheng was indeed being beaten, just like a human sandbag, being punched and kicked by the paralyzed man.
Wu Zheng also resisted, but the paralyzed man didn't care at all, and kept hitting Wu Zheng's body with rain-like fists.
And the hand that was penetrated by the sword always held Wu Zheng's hand tightly and wouldn't let go.
Wu Zheng couldn't escape at all.
Such a desperate fighting style also shocked everyone present.
Now, Wu Zheng didn't even have the chance to admit defeat because his face was almost smashed.
But after all, he is a martial arts practitioner and his consciousness is still clear.
Because of this, Wu Zheng had to watch helplessly as he was being beaten, and there was nothing he could do about it.
Humiliation, unwillingness, regret, and many other emotions were intertwined, but in the end, only fear remained.
Because Wu Zheng already felt that if this continued, he would really be beaten to death.
"enough!"
Emperor Wu and Shangguan Jianjia spoke at the same time.
But no one except Wu Yuan noticed that Tianba waved his hand to the paralyzed man.
The man with facial paralysis finally stopped. Wu Yuan knew that it was not because of Emperor Wu or Shangguan Jianjia, but because of Tianba's order to stop.
The paralyzed man finally let go of Wu Zheng's hand, and without changing his expression, he pulled out the long sword, threw it on the ground, and then jumped off the ring covered in blood. His mission was completed.
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As for the blood on his body, it was his own and Wu Zheng's, he didn't care.
Look at Wu Zheng again, lying on the ring like a dead dog.
When Wu Yuan saw that there was still a gap in Wu Zheng's swollen eyes, he was also amazed, "You really can withstand beatings."
But Wu Zheng was speechless. He didn't know how many bones in his hands and feet were broken, and he couldn't move.
But Wu Yuan seemed to be able to see a trace of resentment in the slit in his eyes.
This made Wu Yuan really want to give him a slap in the face, "What the hell are you doing to glare at me? I'm not the one who hit you."
Wu Zheng didn't respond, but his eyes didn't change at all until Doctor Chen rushed over in a hurry.