"call!"

Accompanied by the sharp wind, Fan Rongming's body was united and rushed to Zhan Jiajun in the blink of an eye.

Taking advantage of the forward rush, his muscles were tightened, his five fingers bent into claws, and his nails popped out as fast as lightning toward Zhan Jiajun's lower abdomen!

"roar!"

The claws slashed through the air, and the roar of a tiger faintly came from.

With the infusion of internal strength, Fan Rongming's entire palm turned into dark green, and the top of his nails was flashing with a terrifying cold light, as if invincible.

Zhan Jiajun was shocked.

He didn't expect that Fan Rongming was so insidious that he took action without saying hello.

However, although Zhan Jiajun was shocked and unable to escape, he bowed his waist back and suddenly exerted force under his feet, just like a frightened raccoon cat, jumping three meters away in an instant.

Fan Rongming failed with one move, and his dull and ugly face seemed to be wearing a mask, without any emotion.

He withdrew his right hand, spread his arms, suddenly jumped up in the air, and then his claws came out together, and grabbed Zhan Jiajun's head from top to bottom, without giving the latter a chance to breathe.

"Do you really think I'm a soft persimmon?"

Seeing Fan Rongming pressing step by step and completely disregarding the rules of the world, Zhan Jiajun couldn't help but look cold and felt extremely angry in his heart.

In the midst of lightning, Zhan Jiajun fell down, supported the ground with one hand, his legs bounced up like a whip, turning into two blurry afterimages, kicking towards Fan Rongming who was in mid-air.

Fan Rongming narrowed his eyes slightly, keeping his original attack posture unchanged, his arm muscles rose, and then turned into claws into fists, and blasted out against the attacking legs!

"Bang! Bang bang! Bang!"

The next moment, the sound of fists and feet colliding loudly, and the aftermath of energy exploded.

In just two seconds, Fan Rongming and Zhan Jiajun fought hard for more than a dozen times, but no one got any benefits and had to distance themselves again.

"Dong!"

Fan Rongming landed heavily on the ring, shook his body a few times, and took several steps back before he stood firm again. He stepped on the hard surface of the ring one by one footprint about an inch deep.

Zhan Jiajun stood there, not relegated, but the shoes on his feet were gone.

The two of them looked at each other, their expressions were cold, their momentum kept rising, and there was a rich white mist coming out from their heads, and then they rushed towards each other at the same time!

"Bang!"

Just like two angry bulls, Zhan Jiajun and Fan Rongming collided fiercely.

Without humility, temptation, and mercy, the battle entered a white-hot stage from the beginning.

During the battle, the two of them used their killer moves, and they took the initiative to attack each other's vital points, as if they were irreconcilable enemies.

The people below the ring were as deep as water, staring at the ring with all their attention. The already serious atmosphere became even more tense, so heavy that it was almost breathless.

Chen Qing's hands hanging on her waist were quietly clasped, and her palms were filled with cold sweat, but she seemed to be unaware of it.

"If I were to do with it, how likely would I win?"

Chen Qing stared at Fan Rongming and Zhan Jiajun who were fighting for no reason for a moment, and couldn't help but ask himself.

The result disappointed her because she found that her chances of winning were less than 60%, which was based on her complete display of normal strength.

"No wonder the master kept telling me that fighting is the best way to become stronger."

Chen Qing grinded fine and neat silver teeth, and his fighting spirit became more and more vigorous. In his bright eyes, two flames seemed to be burning: "I want to prove that the master confiscates the wrong person!"

Just as Chen Qing was thinking, the fierce battle on the ring finally decided the outcome.

"Bang!"

Zhan Jiajun flew off the ring like a cannonball.

In his chest, there was a terrifying palm print, half an inch of the flesh, with a distinct outline, and the surrounding muscles were uneven. You could vaguely see the raised bone stubble, and obviously even the sternum was broken.

Zhan Jiajun's eyes were wide open and his face was pale. He struggled to get up. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and sprayed a mouthful of hot blood, and his breath fell straight.

Master Mei, who was standing on the left side of the ring, shook his body and appeared next to Zhan Jiajun like a ghost. He roughly checked the latter's injuries, and then shook his head gently.

"I...I can still fight!"

Zhan Jiajun supported the ground with one hand, barely supporting his upper body, staring at Fan Rongming on the ring, biting his teeth, and three words burst out from the cracks of his teeth.

Fan Rongming's expression was indifferent and turned a blind eye to Zhan Jiajun's hatred.

Although he won the victory, he was also seriously injured. His left cheek was swollen and blood was overflowing from the corners of his mouth. His already ugly face became even more ugly.

In fact, Fan Rongming's strength is just as good as Zhan Jiajun.

If he hadn't exchanged his injuries for injuries and grabbed the flaws exposed by Zhan Jiajun and knocked him off the arena in one fell swoop, the outcome would be unknown, and it would be no wonder Zhan Jiajun was unwilling to accept it.

"If you fight again, you will die."

Master Mei stared at Zhan Jiajun's face and said expressionlessly: "Are you sure you want to continue?"

Zhan Jiajun couldn't help but feel as if he was struck by lightning when he heard this.

His eyes were unstable, and he was in a state of turmoil, his fists were clenched, his nails were almost embedded in his flesh, and there was a fierce conflict in his heart.

"If you want to continue, we won't stop it."

Master Mei said indifferently: "However, the relevant consequences are borne by you."

After more than ten seconds, Zhan Jiajun said dejectedly: "I... admit defeat."

He said this sentence incredibly difficult, as if he had exhausted all his strength, which made the other participants feel worried.

"A wise move."

A hint of admiration flashed in Master Mei's eyes: "Recognizing one's own limits, knowing when to persevere and when to give up, in order to become stronger. Not bravery or stupidity without hitting the wall."

After saying that, Master Mei raised his arm and waved it.

Several men and women in white coats hurried to Zhan Jiajun, carefully lifted him onto a stretcher, fixed it with a bandage, and then pushed him quickly to walk outside.

After doing all this, Master Mei returned to her original position and stood still.

"First game, Fan Rongming won."

Immediately afterwards, Fu Qinghou's voice without any emotion sounded in everyone's ears: "You can choose to continue fighting, or take a rest for half an hour. If you choose to continue fighting, you can choose your opponent."

Fan Rongming said without hesitation: "I chose to rest for half an hour."

Everyone was not surprised by Fan Rongming's choice, but took it for granted.

Because he was at a glance at the end of his strength. If he continued to fight, he would probably be defeated in a short while. It would be better to hurry up and recover his strength and prepare for the next fierce battle.

Fan Rongming jumped off the ring, found a corner without anyone, and quickly sat down cross-legged, not even wanting to waste a minute or a second.

"The second game, Chen Qing vs. Ji Tianya." Fu Qinghou announced.

"It's my turn finally."
Chapter completed!