The life of a giant

Chapter 156 The humiliation of the crotch
Seeing that Qin Yuan's second punch was approaching, Song Yuanshan hastily raised his arms to protect his body.

But when Qin Yuan's fist touched his arm, he felt something was wrong.

The fist was powerless, and it was retracted as soon as it touched him.

Before he could react, he was punched firmly in the stomach.

Suddenly Song Yuanshan felt his stomach turn upside down, as if someone had pulled his intestines and tied them in knots.

After this punch, he could no longer hold on. He let out a scream and took several steps back.

The punch just now hurt the Qi veins, but this punch has already hurt the viscera.

Although Song Yuanshan was in dire condition, he relied on his own will to stand proudly on the field like a pine.

"Senior brother, you can't give up any more!" Zhang Songlin at the side also realized that the situation was not good, and Song Yuanshan would definitely lose if this went on, so he hurriedly reminded Song Yuanshan.

Unexpectedly, Song Yuanshan was very stubborn. He ignored Zhang Songlin's reminder and quickly took a breath of Qi, temporarily suppressing the boiling blood in the inner palace.

Although Qin Yuan succeeded in the second move, the third move was barely avoided by Song Yuanshan.

If he misses one hit, the five-hit combo Qin Yuan conceived in advance will be invalidated.

After all, Song Yuanshan just suffered from underestimating the enemy, and when he took it seriously, Qin Yuan would not be able to hurt him so easily.

Seeing that the distance between the two was widened by Song Yuanshan, Qin Yuan quickly adjusted her strategy.

In the face of an enemy stronger than yourself, only by firmly controlling the rhythm in your own hands can you have a chance of victory.

So Qin Yuan resolutely gave up the idea of ​​seriously injuring the opponent within five moves.

Relying on his advantage of speed, he quickly stuck to Song Yuanshan.

Song Yuanshan was already prepared to defend against Qin Yuan's heavy punch, but Qin Yuan threw himself on him like a plaster.

Since he had promised in advance that he would not fight within five moves, Song Yuanshan couldn't grasp the scale well when facing Qin Yuan's close-to-body fight.

He could only protect his body to prevent Qin Yuan from locking his joints.

Although Qin Yuan's offensive was overwhelming, his defense was still watertight.

Soon, the five-stroke agreement has expired.

After the restriction was removed, Song Yuanshan was shaken like a tiger that had run loose.

He shouted angrily, vomited all the unhappiness in his heart,

"I've been beaten down by you for the whole game, now it's time for you to taste the power of my fists!"

I saw the muscles all over his body burst out, and the blood vessels clinging to the muscles also swelled up one by one.

When he clenched his fists tightly and poured all his internal energy into them, he found that things did not develop in the direction he expected.

It turned out that Qin Yuan was wrapping around his back like a boa constrictor at this moment, not giving him any room to distance himself and shake his fists.

And in terms of strength alone, Qin Yuan seems to be still above him.

Song Yuanshan couldn't get rid of Qin Yuan's entanglement, so his fists were useless.

The onlookers saw only a nearly collapsed eight-foot man running across the field carrying another seven-foot man on his back.

Song Yuanshan's arms were tightly locked by Qin Yuan, but Qin Yuan rewrote the rules of the originally agreed fist fight.

Now it is a direct collision of strength and physical strength.

Whoever runs out of strength first loses.

Qin Yuan, who got the golden hook and jade belt, has fully doubled the sage time, and he can probably spend another two to three minutes.

As for Song Yuanshan, he was not very optimistic. He had already suffered internal injuries, and he could survive until now only by holding on to it with one breath.

Now this situation made him even more desperate, and the breath in his heart had slowly begun to vent.

Despair is just a spark in the withered grass, and it can burn the mind into wasteland in an instant.

Song Yuanshan, who had given up on himself, spun and jumped around the arena like a loach for a cup of tea, expressing his inner unyielding and stubbornness with his unsophisticated dancing posture.

Just when Qin Yuan was about to be exhausted, he finally fell to the ground with a plop and didn't move anymore.

Qin Yuan was also exhausted. If Fatty Lu hadn't given him two weeks of devil training with the fitness armbands, it would be hard to say who would win this battle today.

At this moment, Qin Yuan was riding on Song Yuanshan so tired that he couldn't even stand up. He was panting heavily and didn't want to move.

He just wanted to sit here quietly, surveying this dull victory with the ethereal eyes of a sage, and then light an afterthought cigarette lonely.

Ah, how lonely it is to be invincible!

Qin Yuan exhaled a smoke ring that didn't exist at all, and then looked at the sky with aloofness.

This kind of feeling of being in the crowd of hundreds of people is really comfortable.

When Qin Yuan was addicted to it and couldn't extricate herself from it, Song Yuanshan suddenly arched like a big maggot, "I've already surrendered, why don't you hurry up and get out of here."

Qin Yuan coughed twice, then pointed to her trembling legs, "Do you think I want to ride you? Do you think my legs look like they can stand up?"

"I don't care, get the hell out of here, I've always been the one who rides others, and you deserve to ride me?!"

Song Yuanshan used his last strength, arched weakly again, and then lay down on the ground and cried, "Don't let them fight back, even attack them sneakily, and even ride them if you win, you are too bullying, right? !"

The appearance of this burly man sobbing in a low voice was so moving that Qin Yuan limp and lay on the grass.

When Fatty Lu and Zhang Songlin saw that the match had been divided, they rushed into the arena and helped them up respectively.

Seeing that he lost to an unknown person in front of hundreds of fellow Jianghu, Song Yuanshan was so ashamed that he simply paralyzed and pretended to faint in Zhang Songlin's arms.

"Junior Brother, quickly help me out. If I stay any longer, I'm afraid I won't survive." Song Yuanshan moved his lips lightly, and whispered this whisper into Zhang Songlin's ears.

Zhang Songlin understood, and said to Qin Yuan: "The green mountains don't change the green waters, the rivers and lakes are far away, we will meet again someday!"

"It's a fart to meet again. I don't want to see this kid again in this life. Why are you messing with me?" Song Yuanshan blushed with anxiety, and secretly muttered again.

Seeing this, Zhang Songlin didn't care about so many rules of the world. He scanned around warningly, then dragged Song Yuanshan's body and wanted to go out.

"Wait!" Qin Yuan's sickly voice suddenly came from behind.

"Qin Shaoxia, is it possible to let us go?" Zhang Songlin frowned and asked.

"People can leave, but the spiritual weapon must stay." Qin Yuan rested for a while, and his physical strength has recovered a little.

"Brother, what should we do?" Seeing Qin Yuan's reluctance, Zhang Songlin covered his mouth and asked for Song Yuanshan's opinion.

Song Yuanshan clicked his tongue in disgust, "Just give him a worthless spiritual weapon and send him away first, don't get inked, take me away quickly."

(End of this chapter)