After being exiled, she married a rough man, and the sickly beauty was spoiled

It was the first time for Song Huiling to see a fight, and it turned out to be such an intense one.

Li Meng's condition is not good, and it seems that he is really dying.

She turned around and asked Ah Mo: "If you guys were fighting among yourselves, would you be so harsh?"

This is no longer just a matter of stopping at the point, this is beating someone to death.

A'Mo pursed his lips, his face solemn.

All I can say is that the three fighters that the garrison encountered this time were all black-hearted. Even if they were competing against their fellow clansmen, these three would never show mercy.

If you are weaker than these three, you might as well admit defeat and save your life.

Song Huiling didn't know what winning or losing in the ring meant to the contestants. At this moment, she hoped that Li Meng would admit defeat, otherwise, if she returned to the ring, she would be crushed unilaterally again.

"I will count to three more. If the opponent cannot come on stage to fight again, the winner of this match will be An Kui!"

"three two,……"

Before the last number sounded, Li Meng didn't know where he got the strength from, but he actually stood up from the ground with a strong breath: "Only those who win twice can win. You have only won once, and there are still two games to go. How can you be so sure that I will lose!"

Song Huiling admired Li Meng's courage. He could lose the fight but not his face.

Li Meng dragged her body back onto the stage. She originally wanted to applaud for him, but as soon as she raised her hand, she realized that her left wrist was injured and she couldn't applaud.

But A'mo beside her started clapping his hands before her.

Loud and rhythmic applause rang out, and the people around were infected and followed A'mo to applaud and cheer for Li Meng.

Song Huiling clearly saw that amid the thunderous applause, Li Meng's slightly bent back suddenly straightened for a moment.

It seems that cheering really works!

Song Huiling turned around and looked at the empty corridor on the opposite attic. She didn't understand why all the women were driven away. If they had all stayed, they would have been a very strong cheerleading team at this moment, which would have been of some encouragement to the challengers.

Even with the support of the people, Li Meng still couldn't change his fate. At the beginning of the second match, he couldn't even withstand a single move from An Kui and was knocked off the stage by a punch.

This time, the gong was counted three times, but Li Meng remained lying on the ground, motionless.

After winning twice in a row, it was already a foregone conclusion that An Kui would win the first match.

Even if Li Meng stood up and said he could still fight, it would not mean much.

Soon, two garrison soldiers squeezed into the crowd and carried Li Meng away.

Song Huiling was almost heartbroken. No matter what, Li Meng was always ranked second or third in the competition within the garrison. However, he was crushed by An Kui and became the second to last.

I don’t know how many moves He Zhan, who is at the top of the list, can last against the Miao Yi fighter.

An Kui won, and the second match was next.

The second contestants were Jiang Huaizhong and An Tong.

When Song Huiling heard the name An Tong, he asked Ah Mo, "Could this An Tong be a brother of An Kui from the previous game?"

After A'mo nodded, Song Huiling broke into a cold sweat for Jiang Huaizhong and prayed silently that the two brothers would not have the same fighting style, otherwise Jiang Huaizhong would probably face the same tragic ending as Li Meng.

But remembering what He Zhan had said before, Jiang Huaizhong was an expert in martial arts and was considered one of the best in the army. It was just that for some reason, he had never been promoted to the position of commander-in-chief.

Song Huiling then felt a little relieved.

With the sound of gongs and drums, the second match officially began.

Compared to An Kui, An Tong was relatively polite. Before the formal competition, he and Jiang Huaizhong saluted each other with fists.

Then, the two men punched almost at the same time and rushed towards each other.

An Tong's punches were heavy and swift, and each strike seemed to have accumulated all his strength.

In comparison, Jiang Huaizhong is like a nimble cheetah with light steps. He can always cleverly avoid fatal blows at critical moments and then quickly counterattack in response.

The two fought back and forth, with neither man winning.

After fighting for several rounds, Jiang Huaizhong stood on the edge of the ring. When An Tong rushed towards him, he quickly squatted down and swept his leg horizontally, knocking An Tong so hard that he was about to fall off the ring.

An Tong quickly stood firm, but it was too late. Jiang Huaizhong had already flashed behind him and raised his hand to strangle his throat.

According to the rules of the ring, Jiang Huaizhong touched An Tong's vital points, and although he only touched him briefly, he was still considered a winner.

As soon as the result was announced, there was cheering from the audience.

Jiang Huaizhong's victory in this round undoubtedly swept away the shadow of Li Meng's previous paleness and shame.

Song Huiling was so excited that she shouted with all her might, "Jiang Huaizhong, you are so awesome!"

The clear and sweet voice is full of admiration for the winner.

She didn't have any other thoughts, she just felt happy for Jiang Huaizhong.

When she said this, passing through the crowd and reaching He Zhan's ears, He Zhan's face instantly darkened.

He has never heard his wife praise him for being so great.

Not only He Zhan, but also Jiang Huaizhong heard this sentence.

The moment he followed the voice and saw Song Huiling, his pupils trembled, and he even thought about where to bury him.

Sister-in-law, please don't hurt me!

Otherwise, he would have to be dragged to the training ground by General He to practice martial arts in the future.

The first round is over, and the second round follows.

Jiang Huaizhong withdrew his gaze from the stage and stared at An Tong.

The strange thing was that there was a strange dark light in the opponent's eyes, as if he didn't care about losing the first game.

He was about to say "Thank you" when he saw a sinister smile on the other party's face. He spoke before him, "It would be boring to crush you in the first round. When catching a rabbit, you always have to let the rabbit run a distance first, so that it will be more interesting to catch it."

Jiang Huaizhong felt insulted and his face turned ugly.

Despite being provoked like this, he actually perked up his spirits to the utmost. He was determined not to let An Tong get complacent!

But in the second game, he had clearly tried his best and was even more focused than in the first game, but An Tong suddenly became a different person. His strength increased dramatically and was extremely terrifying.

Not only can he see through every flaw in his attack, but he can also give him a fatal blow every time he exposes a flaw.

After a few rounds, Jiang Huaizhong was knocked down on the ring by An Tong.

But Jiang Huaizhong refused to admit defeat. When An Tong was about to kick him off the ring, he held on to An Tong's thigh with all his strength and refused to let go.

The person who rang the bell had already announced that An Tong had won the second round, but An Tong not only did not stop, but instead clenched his fists and hit Jiang Huaizhong on the head again and again.

Blood was oozing out of his nose and mouth, but Jiang Huaizhong clenched his teeth and refused to utter a word for mercy.

An Tong found it boring, sneered, and stood up holding Jiang Huaizhong.

But Jiang Huaizhong was so exhausted that he couldn't stand at all.

An Yitong held Jiang Huaizhong steady with one hand, and before the bell ringer announced the start of the third round, he shouted in a deep voice: "The third round begins!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he clenched his other hand into a fist and hit Jiang Huaizhong's lower abdomen again and again.

Even though Jiang Huaizhong's face was distorted and he had no strength to fight back, he never stopped.

"This is too much! This is not a duel, it's clearly a massacre!"

An Tong didn't stop until he heard voices of dissatisfaction from the audience. But then he smiled coldly and punched Jiang Huaizhong again, knocking him off the stage.

Facing the people below the stage, he glared at them and said, "Jiang Huaizhong didn't say anything, so why are you guys talking nonsense? If anyone is dissatisfied, come to the stage and talk to me with fists and feet!"