Elf Fighter

You punch, I punch.

The two sides just exchanged attacks.

All tactics and strategies were forgotten.

Only the last persistence remains.

Wuweizi and Wanli were actually exhausted, but for some reason, a strange belief kept the two elves from falling to the ground.

It was obvious that the fists wielded by the two elves were somewhat weak, but they both took a deep breath and refused to stop.

But their trainer Zhang Yu and the people across from him turned a blind eye.

This is not because they don't feel sorry for the elves, but the two fighting elves are currently at a critical level.

Get through it, and the road ahead will be smoother.

The one with strong wrist strength can no longer feel his own existence, but his body is just waving his fist mechanically.

To be honest, the two elves could persist until now, which was beyond everyone's expectations. Zhang Yu originally thought that Wuweizi, who was facing him a little earlier, would fall to the ground.

But I didn't expect it to be so tenacious.

The trainer on the opposite side also had the same idea.

Your own elf actually knows best.

This duel has reached the final stage, and now it is time to see which side will be the first to be unable to hold on.

There were already people in the audience placing bets to see which elf would last longer.

When he raised his fist again, he found that his body was not strong enough to support the punch.

So Wan Li injected the last bit of strength in his body into his arm, trying to complete the punch, but his vision went dark and he fell to the ground.

And Wuweizi is in the same situation.

Halfway through raising their hands, both parties lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

When the referee saw this situation, he immediately declared both sides a draw.

When the results came out, Zhang Yu and the trainer on the other side hurriedly ran into the field, picked up their elves and ran to the medical room.

When Sister Joy sent her elf to the emergency room, Zhang Yu and the trainer opposite him breathed a sigh of relief.

"You are very good! Your wrist strength is also very good! My name is Artest, what's yours?"

"Me? My name is Matōtama!"

Zhang Yu could feel the kindness released by the big man.

"Aren't you worried about your elf?"

{}/　Because they think they can win easily, why would they let their elves get hurt?

But they don't know that steel will never become useful without tempering! "

Artest may be worried about Wuweizi, but he doesn't know how to deal with his feelings.

After seeing Zhang Yu, he grabbed Zhang Yu's non-stop talking to divert his attention.

Although what Artest told was some secret information, Zhang Yu didn't think it was of any use to him.

Pushing oneself closer is not part of the mixed elf fighting circle.

Maybe he noticed that Zhang Yu's attitude was a little cold.

It feels like Artest is a little anxious.

"Really! Don't believe it, let me tell you, after this fierce battle with Wuweizi and your wrist strength recovery, you will definitely be reborn and have a different momentum. This is something that comes from real fighting.

And you'd better not get in touch with those at the professional level. They will hold black arenas for money. There are no rules and no regard for life and death. "

"Black Fist?"

Zhang Yu suddenly became interested when he heard this.

There is such a fun thing, maybe you can consider participating, but the current combat effectiveness of the wrist is too low, and I used to just deliver food to people.

Only after successfully cultivating wrist strength will Zhang Yu choose to try black boxing.

Hearing Zhang Yu ask about Black Fist, Artest immediately kept silent.

No matter how many questions Zhang Yu asked, he remained silent.

The air instantly solidified under such circumstances.

Seeing that Artest was not going to tell Zhang Yu about the black boxing situation, Zhang Yu gave up the plan of questioning. Anyway, he could find the relevant information as long as he returned to the Rockets.

This kind of black thing, Rocket, as an evil organization, would otherwise be involved, and at the worst, he would know more information than Artest.

After waiting for a long time, Artest finally couldn't hold it any longer.

Started talking to Zhang Yu again.

"Don't ask me about this, I really can't talk about it.

But I can share with you my experience in cultivating fighting elves.

The elves who cultivate the fighting type are different from those of other types.

Fighting type elves are born to fight. If there is no fighting, then the fighting type will be meaningless. "