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Du Dong's face turned pale and he subconsciously took two steps forward.

Unfortunately, he was stopped before he could get close to the ring.

When Du Dong came to his senses, he saw Wang Jiao standing in front of him with a smile on his face.

"Du Dong, as a warrior, you must understand the rules of the life and death arena."

Du Dong glared at Wang Jiao, his back teeth grinding.

"Wang Jiao! You have achieved your goal of humiliating me!"

He took a breath and said, "If you still feel unwilling, you can draw a path and I will do it."

"But you have to make Yang Hui stop."

After these words came out, Senior Brother Liu beside him couldn't help but said, "Two Junior Brothers, why are you doing this?"

However, at this time, neither Du Dong nor Wang Jiao paid any attention to him.

Wang Jiao glanced at Du Dong, raised the corner of his mouth, and said: "Of course... no."

Du Dong thought he had heard wrongly and suddenly looked up at Wang Jiao.

"Why?!"

Wang Jiao smiled but did not answer Du Dong's question.

Because he has found a better way.

As long as the guy on the stage is disabled, based on his understanding of Du Dong, Du Dong will definitely be broken in his fighting spirit because of guilt.

How can a useless person with a broken martial spirit be qualified to compete with him?

Junior Brother Chai, who was holding a toothpick in his mouth, spit out one and sighed, "I thought it would be intense."

Another senior brother laughed and said, "They are just two little guys who haven't built up their bodies yet. They only know the most basic body-building boxing techniques and haven't even learned any real attacking moves. How exciting can it be? It's just for fun."

Junior Brother Chai took out another toothpick and put it in his mouth, then looked towards the arena.

On the ring, Yang Hui stood still, took a few deep breaths, and then walked towards Tang Yuan.

Yang Hui walked to Tang Yuan and looked at Tang Yuan, whose eyes were closed, face was blue and limbs were curled up. He felt so relieved.

He raised his foot and kicked Tang Yuan hard in the chest.

At this time, Yang Hui's blood was rushing to his head and he had long forgotten what Wang Jiao had told him.

Wang Jiao snorted lightly, but did not stop it.

Du Dong's face turned pale.

These martial arts masters could all see that Yang Hui had used all his strength in this kick. If he could kick Tang Yuan in the chest, his heart would definitely explode.

They watched a massacre unfold before their eyes.

Not to mention, it was too late for them to stop it. Even if they had time, they could only influence with words, and could not jump onto the life and death arena to save people.

Wang Lingling screamed and couldn't help but close her eyes, unwilling to watch any longer.

Her brother died in the arena of life and death. Unexpectedly, two years later, her new friend would also die in the arena of life and death. And this time he died in front of her.

Wang Lingling was overwhelmed with grief. She bit her fingers to hold back her tears, but her tears could not stop flowing.

"Ah!" A scream resounded through the sky.

This voice!

Wang Lingling didn't bother to wipe away her tears and stood on tiptoe to look towards the ring.

Through tearful eyes, a thin figure punched the tall figure.

Wang Lingling held her breath, wiped her eyes, and looked again with her eyes wide open.

Not only Wang Lingling couldn't believe it, but everyone in the audience couldn't believe it.

The same is true for those masters who teach martial arts.

stunned.

Wang Lingling watched half of it, then she dared not to continue and closed her eyes. But they watched the whole thing.

At that time, Yang Hui kicked with all his strength, and even Wang Jiao, who had the most combat experience, did not think that Yang Hui's kick would miss.

Who would have thought that when he was about to kick Tang Yuan, Tang Yuan actually slapped the ground with one hand and propped himself up. He even supported his body upside down in the air, brushing past Yang Hui's kick, and kicked right on Yang Hui's hip.

Yang Hui took two steps back and covered his hips.

This is the reason why Yang Hui screamed.

Liu Ruyi fell to the ground from mid-air, turned over and rushed towards Yang Hui.

Seeing this, Yang Hui felt both pain and anger. He endured the pain, growled, and pounced towards Liu Ruyi as well.

Two martial arts apprentices fought in close quarters for the first time.

One had more experience in fighting, and the other was more agile, and for a moment it was hard to tell who would win.

Wang Jiao was furious. He rushed to the front of the ring and shouted, "Yang Hui, calm down! Don't let him lead you by the nose. Your advantage is strength!"

After Wang Jiao finished shouting, Yang Hui immediately calmed down a lot.

Du Dong suddenly turned his head and looked at Wang Jiao, his eyes sparking with anger.

Wang Jiao pretended not to see it.

Du Dong knew that now was not the time to settle accounts with Wang Jiao. He stared at the arena. Since Wang Jiao had already spoken, it would not mean much for him to give any advice.

But before Du Dong could open his mouth, major changes had already taken place on the field.

Yang Hui actually stopped dodging, and when Tang Yuan punched him, he clenched his fist and punched towards Tang Yuan's fist.

In an instant, the white and tender fist collided with the rough and huge fist.

The onlookers seemed to hear the sound of bones breaking.

No one thought that Tang Yuan would be the final winner of this boxing match.

The fact is, Yang Hui is better.

But the problem is that Tang Yuan, the loser, didn’t lose too much!

Yang Hui swayed in place, and Tang Yuan took two steps back and stood firm.

Yang Hui looked at his fist in disbelief.

Tang Yuan's expression remained the same. He pushed the ring with both feet, took two steps at a time, and arrived in front of Yang Hui in the blink of an eye.

It was not until he heard the whistling sound of fists that Yang Hui came to his senses and hurriedly blocked them.

Unfortunately, one wrong step leads to another. Yang Hui was at a loss as to what to do and his expression became flustered.

Looking at Tang Yuan again, he threw one punch after another, continuously, just like the waves on the shore, one higher than the other.

If the first punch was like a small stream by the mountain, then the last punch was like a rushing river with surging waves.

And Yang Hui was like a stone on the shore, being knocked down by the huge waves.

Tang Yuan dodged Yang Hui's fist and punched Yang Hui in the chest. Yang Hui hurriedly returned to defend himself, shielding his chest with both arms.

The fist hit his arm with a "crack" sound, and accompanied by Yang Hui's scream, his two arms drooped down like noodles.

There was dead silence below the ring, and no one dared to believe their eyes.

Brother Chai opened his mouth and the toothpick fell out without him even noticing.

Not to mention Du Dong and Wang Jiao.

They were both dumbfounded and almost thought they were dreaming.

They were stunned, but the people on the stage were not.

After Liu Ruyi broke Yang Hui's arm with one punch, it was not the end, but the beginning.

With the force of a mighty river, she kicked Yang Hui's knee, breaking it.

Yang Hui fell to his knees, his legs unable to support him, and he fell to the ground.

"I give up!" Yang Hui looked at Tang Yuan getting closer and closer, unable to control the fear in his heart, and couldn't help shouting out loud.

Unfortunately, Liu Ruyi did not stop and slowly walked towards Yang Hui.

Yang Hui was becoming more and more frightened. He wanted to use his hands to support his body and escape, but as soon as he moved his arms, he felt a piercing pain.

Yang Hui could only use his back to move backwards little by little, trying to avoid this demon.

"Tang Yuan, you dare!" Wang Jiao's roar came from the audience.

Yang Hui's eyes lit up and he cried out, "Master Wang, save me!"

But along with Yang Hui's shout was the crisp sound of bones cracking.