"Is anyone going to abstain?"

The voice of US Secretary of Defense Jefferson resounded throughout the audience.

As soon as he finished speaking, a black warrior on the No. 8 ring raised his hand quickly.

"I...I want to abstain!"

Black warriors come from a small African country with limited strength and come to participate in the martial arts conference to gain a long experience, but they did not expect that the rules of the competition were so cruel.

In the knockout round of the first group, all ten losers died, which caused great excitement to him.

Now, his opponent is a genetic warrior from the Tsar Kingdom, which makes him unable to raise any courage to fight.

"Hehe..." The genetic warrior of the Tsar Kingdom grinned and said with a loud voice: "Black man, you have made the wisest choice!"

Next, two more warriors chose to abstain.

Although the players who fought against them could not plunder the spoils, they also preserved their strength, avoided injuries, and were able to better play the next game.

However, Pei Wu did not choose to abstain from the mercy, but instead tightened her whole body, ready to go, and adjust her body to the best state.

"The second group of ring matches begin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Kim Jong-hyun jumped out like a cheetah, and rushed towards Pei Wu with a destructive and destructive momentum.

Although he looked down on Pei Wu on the surface, he did not care about the fragrance and jade at all when he really started to act. He used a killer move as soon as he started.

"Sweep the legs!"

Kim Jong-hyun shouted loudly, and his right leg kicked out like autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, extremely fierce.

Although Taekwondo is named "fist", its real moves are mainly leg techniques, which account for about 70% of the total technical system.

Compared with the roundabout kick, the flashy moves of the whirlwind kick are not very ornamental, but the lethality is amazing. If an ordinary warrior is swept, his leg bones will instantly break and collapse to the ground.

However, Pei Wu is not a flower in a greenhouse. She has been fighting on the front line all year round and has experienced countless hardships of life and death. How could she be scared?

The next moment, Pei Wu pointed to the ground with his toes, and his delicate body skillfully retreated one meter backward, avoiding this aggressive leg.

However, Kim Jong-hyun's back gave her any chance to breathe. Her legs were like sharp scissors, opening and closing, attacking the vital points everywhere on Bae Wu.

Every move and every move is extremely powerful, mixed with strong wind, and has the power to open the monument and split the stone.

Due to gender limitations, Pei Wu is naturally inferior to men in terms of strength and dare not fight against him. If she is accidentally kicked, the consequences will be even more unimaginable.

Soon, Kim Jong Hyun forced her to the corner of the ring and had no choice but to retreat.

"Chinese girls, go to die!"

As he said that, Kim Jong-hyun kicked sideways and hit Bae Wu in the face.

At the critical moment, Pei Wu's lips, which had been pursing, suddenly rose slightly, and her white wrists stretched into her clothes.

"Swoosh!"

A cold light flashed.

The Jinghong Sword that Pei Min, the sword saint of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, appeared again, and slashed at Kim Jong-hyun's right leg like lightning. It was so fast that it left a afterimage in the air.

In an instant, Kim Jong-hyun's hair stood up, as if he was being targeted by some terrifying beast. He felt a strong crisis of death and forced himself to close his legs.

Even so, his movements were still a little slower.

"See!"

The sword fell with his hands, and red blood splattered out.

A seven or eight centimeter-long wound appeared on the inner side of Kim Jong-hyun's right thigh. Although it was not too deep, blood still flowed out, dyeing her pants red.

If Kim Jong-hyun's reaction was a little slower just now, then the one who was cut was not the thigh, but the vital parts three inches below the abdomen, and they might be castrated on the spot.

Thinking of this, a cold sweat of beans blew out from Kim Jong-hyun's forehead, and she was scared.

However, Pei Wu did not give him any chance to breathe.

Pei Wu, holding the Jinghong Sword, seemed to have become a different person. The sword light flashed, as fast as thunder, as if it were lightning, as if it were a dragon, as if it was a dragon, as if it was a tiger. However, with her petite and slim figure, her every move revealed a dance-like beauty, as if it was flying immortal in the sky.

Kim Jong-hyun's kung fu was all over his legs. Now that his thigh was injured, it would inevitably affect his performance. Against the fierce attack, he was even more embarrassed. Soon, more than ten deep bone-sighted wounds appeared on his body, dripping blood and shocking.

The balance of victory seemed to have fallen to Pei Wu.

...

"Ho huh!"

Suddenly, Kim Jong-hyun let out a beast-like roar deep in his throat.

Because of the strong pain, his facial features were twisted, extremely ferocious, his eyes were red, and he revealed a huge amount of hatred. He gritted his teeth and said, "You stinking damn, you forced me! I'm going to kill you!!!"

As he said that, Kim Jong-hyun quickly took out a small pill from his pocket and swallowed it in one bite.

Immediately, a charming blush appeared on his face, his aura surged and his body rose step by step, and the air around him seemed to freeze.

Seeing this, Pei Wu's face changed drastically and felt an invisible pressure, as if a huge rock was pressing on her chest, extremely depressed.

She knew that Kim Jong-hyun should have taken some banned drugs to overdraw his vitality in exchange for powerful explosive power in a short period of time.

However, taking drugs is not prohibited at this martial arts conference, so his approach is not considered a violation.

The next moment, a cruel smile appeared on Kim Jong-hyun's face, as if he could not feel the pain of the wound on his body, and rushed towards Bae Wu again, at least several times the speed before.

Even between a certain distance, Pei Wu could feel the murderous aura. She did not dare to be negligent and subconsciously waved the Jinghong Sword to respond.

“Too slow!”

Kim Jong-hyun said coldly, then appeared in front of her like a ghost, avoiding the attack trajectory of Jinghong Sword, and kicked Pei Wu hard in the lower abdomen.

"Peng!"

A loud bang came, and Pei Wu seemed to be hit by a shell, and instantly flew backwards for more than ten meters, hitting the transparent light shield at the edge of the ring.

She struggled to get up from the ground, her eyebrows were frowning, her pretty face turned pale, and her delicate body couldn't help but tremble, as if she was suffering great pain.

Kim Jong-hyun's kick just now broke several of her ribs. Not to mention continuing to fight, she could feel the heart-wrenching pain every time she breathed.

However, Kim Jong-hyun, who was in an excited state, was crazy and rushed over again, as if she was treating her as a sandbag.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!"

The dense striking sounds came one after another, and they were heard endlessly.

Soon, Pei Wu was covered in bruises and his breath was as bright as a flower. The red blood oozed out from the corner of his mouth, like a flower about to wither. If he was not careful, he would die.

...

Seeing this scene, many elite Chinese players in the audience couldn't help but shout:

"Pei Wu, give up quickly!"

"That's right! It's okay to lose one game, we'll be there next!"

"Don't hold on anymore, if you continue like this... you will be beaten to death!"

However, according to the rules of the martial arts conference, unless the contestants admit defeat in person, others cannot make decisions for the contestants.

On the ring, Kim Jong-hyun looked at her condescendingly and said fiercely: "Young girls, don't you admit defeat? I took the pill given by my master and my strength doubled. You will definitely not be my opponent!"

Hearing this, Pei Wu still gritted her teeth and had no intention of admitting defeat. She said coldly: "I am a Chinese warrior. I can be destroyed, but I will not be defeated, and I will not surrender!"

"Go—die—!"

At the end, Pei Wu seemed to have used all her strength, gambled and stabbed a sword.

However, in the eyes of Kim Jong-hyun, whose strength has skyrocketed, this sword seems soft and light and vulnerable.

"Let me down!"

Kim Jong-hyun's cat was down, and she swept her legs with one move, and kicked Bae Wu's ankle hard.

"thump!"

Pei Wu had no time to dodge and was kicked straight, her body lost balance and fell heavily to the ground. Her previously broken rib was severely damaged.

Pei Wu let out a muffled groan, and she fainted from pain.

"This Chinese girl is so hot, I'll play with you! Hehehe..."

Kim Jong-hyun smiled and rushed towards Bae Wu.

"Thorn!"

Only a sharp tearing sound was heard, Pei Wu's warrior uniform was torn apart, and the spring light suddenly ejaculated, and a large area of ​​bronze skin was exposed.

Although she has been training outside for many years, Pei Wu's skin is very delicate and flawless, just like high-quality silk, making people unable to help but want to have a love for her.

"Tsk tsk tsk... Look at this skin, it's so tender that it can drip out with just one pinch!" Kim Jong-hyun sighed, his eyes full of evil.
Chapter completed!