With unparalleled talent, he could defeat three thousand emperors single-handedly!

The two of them were so angry that they had to fight.

"Ah!"

Lin Ping knelt on the ground with a sharp pain, his face twisted and wailing in pain.

Tap, tap, tap!

A sound of footsteps came.

Lin Ping raised his head despite the pain.

He saw that the minotaur seemed to have no intention of letting him go and was slowly walking towards him.

"Don't... No, I... I admit..."

Lin Ping's eyes were horrified, and his lips were trembling as he was about to admit defeat.

If this man hit him again, he would definitely die!

But he hadn't finished speaking.

A big hand reached out and directly removed his jaw.

The words coming out of his mouth became sobbing and blurred.

"Hold... Fang Guowo..."

Lin Ping's face was filled with fear, his legs and feet were weak, and he sat on the ground, desperately arching towards the edge of the ring, trying to get away from the opponent in front of him.

"Keep waving."

"Don't you like sneak attacks?"

Su Hong's tone was cold and his eyes were indifferent.

He kicked out without hesitation.

Lin Ping's chest collapsed instantly, and his struggling body instantly became limp and motionless.

Su Hong retracted his legs expressionlessly and walked back to the center of the ring.

If someone respects me one foot, I will respect him ten feet.

The two middle-aged men were very polite before, so he showed mercy.

But Lin Ping's sneak attack before was aimed at the back of his head.

If he hadn't reacted quickly to avoid it, he would have been beaten to death.

Therefore, Su Hong didn't hesitate to kill him.

All this happened in a flash.

The audience still had some indignation on their faces.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Ping's chest collapsed and he couldn't breathe.

For a moment, the audience seemed a little quiet.

But soon, the audience came to their senses, their faces flushed instantly, and they roared excitedly.

"What a killer!"

"Fuck, awesome!"

"What a strong minotaur, although Lin Ping is a bad guy, his strength is really not weak, he was crushed in a fistfight and was beaten to death!"

"It's over, I'm going to fall in love with the minotaur, I'm sorry, husband!"

"I think this guy has a real chance of defending the ring successfully!"

On one side of the audience.

Chen Lin and other students sat here.

Looking at Lin Ping's brains flowing out, their faces turned pale.

Some of those with poor psychological endurance directly vomited.

"Is this the fight between warriors, life and death at any time!"

Chen Lin was filled with emotion.

He looked to the side.

Li Tu hugged his shoulders and remained silent.

Chen Shan, who had always been talking about the Thunder Fist and looked down on the martial arts arena at first, stopped talking.

......

"I feel a little nauseous physiologically, but I can still accept it."

This was Su Hong's first time killing someone. He stood in the center of the arena and carefully felt the changes in his body.

Some nausea, some discomfort.

The body was trembling slightly, not knowing whether it was excitement or fear.

"Hu——"

Su Hong took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

Then he looked down at the stage, his voice was a little cold.

"Next!"

At this time, the referee took a deep look at Su Hong, and then announced loudly.

"Martial Arts Arena, three consecutive wins!"

After a few seconds.

But no one came on stage.

In the martial arts waiting room.

All the martial arts participating in the competition were silent.

Looking at Su Hong on the stage, they showed shock and fear on their faces.

The bloody killing was the most breathtaking!

I saw Su Hong show mercy twice in a row before.

Although they were surprised by this man's strength, they would still go on stage without hesitation.

But...

After seeing Lin Ping being picked up by the cleaning staff and carried away like a dead dog.

The martial artists hesitated.

"Are you still going to fight... This man is too strong and he's ruthless!"

"I'm afraid I'll be carried away if I go on stage."

Several martial artists whispered, feeling a little weak.

"It's not that bad, Lin Ping was killed because he attacked him by surprise, you should be fine if you behave yourself on stage?"

Someone said so.

Several martial artists who were feeling weak looked at him.

"Then you go on?"

"Uh..."

The martial artist was immediately speechless.

"Is there anyone else going on stage!"

The referee's voice came.

The martial artists looked at each other.

After a while, someone shook his head.

"Forget it, I won't fight him. This guy is too powerful. I can't defeat him even if I fight him."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Seeing this, the other martial artists were silent for a while.

They also walked towards the door.

"Forget it, forget it. Come back tomorrow.

"

After a while, the waiting room for warriors was completely cleared out.

At the same time.

At the warrior arena.

The referee got the news.

He couldn't help but stare.

Not my friend.

He only fought three games in the defending mode!

You don't want to fight anymore?

We sell tickets to the audience, and the audience watched it for just a few minutes.

What should we do as the organizer!

At this time, in the next-door quasi-warrior arena, Baihu knocked another person off the stage.

The referee next to the arena shouted excitedly.

"Baihu, eight consecutive wins!"

Seeing this, the referee in charge of the warrior arena breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, there are still two arenas to cushion.

He began to announce loudly.

"Wushu arena, defending the ring successfully!"

"Let us congratulate the Minotaur! "

As soon as the words fell, thunderous applause rang out.

Su Hongyue stepped off the stage and left in front of everyone's eyes.

"Great, I didn't expect that I would make a mistake one day."

Just as he walked into the waiting room.

A charming voice came.

Su Hong turned his head and saw that it was the young woman who signed up before.

"Here, this is your prize money, 60,000 Blue Star Coins."

The young woman took out a stack of money.

"Are you responsible for giving the prize money to the winner?"

Su Hong suddenly asked.

The young woman was stunned, smiled and shook her hand holding the prize money.

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Then put it here for now, and take it together later."

"Hmm? "

The young woman was stunned for a moment, feeling a little puzzled.

"What do you mean..."

She hadn't finished her words yet.

She saw Su Hong walk out of the waiting room and walk to the other side.

"This..."

The young woman was stunned for a moment, and a shocking thought popped up in her mind.

This person couldn't be...

She hurriedly chased after him, just in time to see Su Hong walk into a room.

She moved her eyes slightly upwards.

She saw a few big words.

[Waiting Room for Quasi-Martial Artists]

"Oh my God, seriously! ? "

The young woman was shocked.

She recalled what she had said to this person at the registration point.

At that time, she also joked that if the martial artist was not afraid of death, he could upgrade to fight in the quasi-martial artist arena.

But she didn't expect that this person actually took her joke seriously!

You know, most of the martial artists participating in the competition have more than 80 points of blood and qi.

It seems that there is not much difference with the quasi-martial artists with 90 points of blood and qi.

But if this is really the case, is it necessary to divide it so clearly?

When the martial artist's blood and qi reach 90 points, the physical body will be greatly enhanced.

This gap will not be reflected in blood and qi, but will be reflected in combat power.

It seems that a martial artist with 89 points of blood and qi and a quasi-martial artist with 90 points of blood and qi only differ by 1 point of blood and qi.

But in fact, it is not the case. The latter can easily defeat the former.

In the eyes of the young woman, a martial artist who runs to fight in the quasi-martial artist arena is just like seeking death!