On the 8th field.

"Puffy..."

Guo Yanqing ran up and kicked Wu Feicheng in the back.

While kicking, he scolded: "You silly trash, living is a waste of food. Go and die."

Wu Feicheng didn't move at all, just circulating his spiritual energy to his back and silently endured this intensive blow like raindrops.

In his heart, he firmly remembered the second tactics planned by Lin Kong, endured the enemy's anger and endured the enemy's attack.

In the stands.

Seeing Li Min being beaten up, tears flowed out of her eyes.

She sobbed and begged to Lin Kong:

"Squad Leader Lin, didn't you agree to be beaten by Guo Yanqing? Why did you become beaten? Otherwise, let's let Chengcheng admit defeat?"

"Sister-in-law, don't panic first."

On the surface, Lin Kong calmly comforted Li Min.

In fact, Lin Kong was quite confused when he saw Wu Feicheng holding his head and being beaten:

Brother, if you get beaten like this, you can't win!

Lin Kong's tactics are: 1. Angry the opponent; 2. Looking for flaws when you are beaten; 3. Resist one move.

but,

You hold your head with both hands and can't even see the opponent's movements. How can you find the enemy's flaws and then fight back with one move?

Being beaten without purpose is meaningless.

In order to remind Wu Feicheng, Lin Kong stood up, he put his palm beside his mouth, horn-shaped, and shouted:

"Flying City, eyes, eyes!"

but,

Even if Lin Kong yelled loudly, it would be useless, and Wu Feicheng on the 8th field could not hear it at all.

Because waves of pain are like huge waves on the sea.

Wu Feicheng was under these huge waves, a poor little ragged wooden boat.

The pain in his body had already submerged all his consciousness!

Wu Feicheng is not like Lin Kong, and he can't stay calm under severe pain.

So, almost all the tactics disappeared in his mind, leaving only one sentence:

"Hold the pain, it's victory!"

Seeing that Wu Feicheng did not resist, Guo Yanqing kicked another place. He went around to the bottom, kicked Wu Feicheng's butt, kicked his calf, kicked his arm, and then went up to the top, kicked Wu Feicheng's head, kicked his neck, kicked his shoulders...

"Die trash, dead trash, I'll kick you to death, kick you to death..."

Guo Yanqing kicked and scolded.

At this time, the players from other venues were almost finished.

When everyone looked at the venue No. 8, they found that Guo Yanqing was unilaterally beating Wu Feicheng, so they all surrounded him to watch.

"Looking at this fiery red hair, isn't it the son of Expert Guo, Guo Yanqing!"

"Didn't this game be said to the end? Why did Expert Guo's son play people as a ball? This is too violent."

"Yes, yes, that kid was kicked so badly, the ground was covered in blood."

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

...

On site 8.

Guo Yanqing, who had angered aggression, was quite angry.

Because Wu Feicheng was like a dead person, he had no reaction to his own attack and did not even scream.

This is too unpleasant.

What is the happiest thing about abuse?

The happiest thing is to hear the weak crying, begging for mercy, and screaming.

Facing Wu Feicheng who was silent, Guo Yanqing was quite angry and decided to kill him!

"Poor cockroach, I'm going to step on you to death!"

He first took four or five steps back, preparing to run a run, and then kicked Wu Feicheng's head directly!

"Old Feng!"

Guo Fei listened to the discussions of the audience around him and felt that the consequences of indulging his son to kill people would be bad, so he signaled to referee Feng.

So, Referee Feng stood in front of Guo Yanqing:

"Stop, I'll give you a chance to win!"

"Ah-I'm going to kick that trash to death!"

Guo Yanqing was so angry that his feet were spitting fire on the spot and his body soared into the air, so he wanted to go directly over Referee Feng.

"Bang!"

Referee Feng grabbed Guo Yanqing's foot firmly, pulled him down, and shouted in a deep voice:

"Boy, calm down!"

Seeing that Referee Feng got angry, Guo Yanqing gritted his teeth unwillingly and could only suppress the thought of killing.

Then, referee Feng shouted to Lin Kong and others in the stands:

"You guys come and carry Wu Feicheng away."

"good!"

Li Min, who had a worried look on her pretty face, rushed down first. She came to the 8th arena and helped Wu Feicheng up.

After Wu Feicheng stood up, he found that the scenes around him became blurred in sight.

He shook his head and after a while, he could see clearly his girlfriend Li Min's face.

Then, he turned around and saw that Referee Feng had raised Guo Yanqing's hand and was about to announce Guo Yanqing's victory.

no!

This battle has not been finished yet.

The second step of the tactics of the Grand Chief Lin team have only been implemented. I still have to seize the opportunity to fight back with one blow!

Wu Feicheng pushed Li Min away and limped to the referee:

"Wait...wow-"

Before he finished speaking, he squirted blood on Referee Feng.

Fortunately, Referee Feng did not care about the blood on his body.

"Do you still want to fight?"

Referee Feng asked in surprise when he looked at Wu Feicheng's pale face.

Wu Feicheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and nodded:

"Yes, I, I can still fight!"

"If you continue to fight, it will be dead!"

Referee Feng warned solemnly.

He didn't understand, just a small promotion quota competition, but the young man in front of him was willing to gamble his life and even defeat Guo Yanqing.

"I'm not afraid of death, but... I'm afraid of losing!"

Wu Feicheng's language exudes an unusual stubbornness.

In the past, he didn't know how to win! Now, since he has the chance to win, he must seize it.

He wants to win.

He must win!

Not only because this is a good opportunity to be promoted to level 2 masters, but also because he wants to wash away his previous humiliation.

Before the end of the world, he was a rich second generation who called the wind and rain.

After the end of the world, he was a waste new human who was often bullied by Guo Yanqing.

Not willing to,

A strong reluctance filled his mind.
To be continued...