Clouds floated across the sun, and the temperatureless sunlight became dark in people's vision. The oval venue suddenly set off a wave of shouting, and the crowd raised their arms to form a wave of waves around the audience.

"Today's competition was so exciting. My God, as a commentator, please allow me to swear: Fark! Commenting on the fighting competition held by Anchorton is my most correct choice!"

The loud shouting commentator spread along the loudspeaker. In the rematch area below, sixteen teams have completed the game. The winner has entered the rest area, left or watched the next group of games.

In the halved arena, the staff are taking the time to clear the tabletop, and the eight-sided screen player above is playing back the previous fighting scenes.

Harold was rare today without touching his phone. He held his chin and looked straight at an old man playing on the screen. He took strange steps and shaking his burly opponent down a few punches and kicks. He even lay on the table and used rolling and sliding sideways to defeat the opponent's two teammates in one breath.

"My Grandpa Tiger, do you Chinese people know how to do Kung Fu? Last time I went to China, I saw many old men in the park practicing martial arts..."

"The old man's muscles have been broken apart, and he borrows his body to be hard. Once he gets close, he can easily subdue his opponent. But you... Harold, why don't you ask for your rich woman?"

The smoke slowly rose into the air. Wang Ruhu pressed out the cigarette butts and looked straight at the next group of contestants waiting to enter the contestants' seat below, as well as the woman in tight leather jackets, as if she also felt Wang Ruhu's gaze. Her long golden hair moved slightly, raised her beautiful face and looked at her sexy lips faintly outlined a curve.

Over there, Harold said, "Don't mention it, I'm not strong enough, and the other party looks down on me... Speaking of which, do you have the martial arts to strengthen your body? Do you think I can learn it?"

At this time, Wang Ruhu glanced at him: "You can't learn it, once you learn it, your body will be ruined." As he said that, he got up and walked to the edge of the platform, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the woman.

‘Just go down now and beat her to death…’

Thinking of the fact that when the mutant "Milla" suddenly stood up, the voice of commentators around the venue suddenly rang out, indicating that the venue would calm down and invite the next group of other teams to their respective rings.

While walking through his sight with his eyes tightly, the three of them were Pova, Ken and Zorn. The opponents were the Chinese woman wearing a martial arts uniform with the Red Leaf Martial Arts Hall. Her teammates were also Asian players, one man and one woman, and they had fighting skills, but in Wang Ruhu's eyes, it was not very good.

Sure enough, at the beginning of the game, the two men met Zon, who was a mercenary. After just two fights, they were forced to the corner of the table, pulled his arm and threw it into the air, and threw it into the ground with a blow, and hit the ground hard. Zon, who rushed over, flew out directly, hit the rubber guardrail of the ring, bounced back and turned out, fell heavily with a loud bang, and fell into a coma.

"I'll do it!"

A South Korean word resounded. The woman on the South Korean Peninsula held down the Chinese teammate beside her, barefoot, wearing a white martial arts uniform, stepped on the stairs and turned up. On the other side, Zoen, who had already continued to beat in one breath, was replaced. He didn't know where the former was. He wanted to fight with this beautiful South Korean girl. When they went down, the two fists were right.

"Don't go too far, the other party is a beautiful lady."

Ken laughed twice, probably answering his companions in this way, walked onto the ring, came to the opposite side of the woman, took out a red-bottomed turban from his pocket and wrapped it around his head, and whistled to the opposite side. Regardless of whether the other party could understand or not, he joked.

"There will be physical contact later, so that you can feel the power of the big muscle bull!"

As soon as the words were finished, the referee rings the bell, and the South Korean woman, who was a few steps away, rushed forward, and her smooth foot kicked the table, quickly rushing forward, and her feet were kicking the lower plate. The middle section was two quick whip legs, hit Ken's knees and abdomen, and two "bang bangs" sounded.

"Didn't you eat?"

Ken stood there steadily, smiled and spread his hands and shook them, pointing at his head, "Watching here may be a miracle."

Opposite the South Korean woman's face turned red, obviously she could understand what he said, and felt extremely insulted. She suddenly screamed "Ah--" and stepped on her feet for two steps, trembling with shock. In an instant, her slim body jumped up and turned in the air, so she could whirl around and sweep away the big guy's head opposite.

Then... there was no more. The swept instep was tightly pinched by Ken with one hand, his arm was raised and his whole body was lifted upside down, and even shaking up and down twice like a trick, causing a group of viewers around him who liked to watch this kind of excitement to shout loudly and burst into laughter.

"The Wolf Team, I'm willing to win!"

At this moment, everyone knows who is winning. Looking at the South Korean player who is being carried like a chick, the referee comes over and counts down and announces the result of the second game.

"It seems very relaxing, isn't it?" Ken shrugged at Pova and Zorn outside, and suddenly there was a movement on the table. He saw another woman wearing Chinese characters next to the South Korean contestant who was crying and walked up and politely hugging him.

"Please give me advice!"

"I can speak Chinese too." Ken was about to hold his fists while imitating the other party's movements. Behind him, Pova turned over with a rubber rope. When the referee raised his hand in a daze, Pova pressed Ken's shoulder to pull him back, and tied his hair with his hands wearing finger-exposed gloves to the back of his head and tied it into a ponytail.

"Let me do this."

Without waiting for his approval, he stepped forward and clasped his fists: "Pova Ravdiva."

"Ma Lin!"

The woman named Ma Lin hugged her fists. When the player named Ken went down, she signaled the referee to start the game. She took two steps forward, and the bell shaking, her agile figure appeared to be like a cheetah to launch a fast flash attack. A golden-haired Pova hit her fist without any fancy moves, and directly hit the opponent.

Bang!

The next moment, the two collided.

.........

There has never been any battle, it was the two women who punched and kicked it, and the spectators who were originally concerned about other rings heard a huge uproar and cheers coming from nearby, and countless eyes were gathered on the 18th ring, and their eyes suddenly lit up.

In the audience, women cheered for two women who were not inferior to men, while men felt unprecedented excitement because they saw two beautiful women of different races and fighting ability at first sight, and they were shouting wildly like chicken blood.

Wang Ruhu frowned.

"This event...how did Pova fight with her?"

On the lower floor, Xia Yi on the other side put down the red wine glass and frowned at the same time, saying the same words as someone.

"How did Ma Lin compete with her?"

In his tone, he obviously had seen an Eastern European woman named Pova, so he naturally knew her identity and the people related to her.

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Chapter completed!