The voice of U.S. Secretary of Defense Jefferson echoed throughout the audience.
As soon as he finished speaking, a black warrior on the 8th stage quickly raised his hand.
"I...I want to abstain!"
The black martial artist came from a small country in Africa and had limited strength. He came to the martial arts competition to gain experience, but he 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 was a great stimulus to him.
But now, his opponent is a genetic warrior from the Tsarist Kingdom, which makes him unable to muster any courage to fight.
"Hehe..." The gene warrior of the Tsarist Kingdom grinned and said in a loud voice: "Black man, you made the wisest choice!"
Next, two more warriors chose to abstain.
Although the players who play against them cannot collect trophies, they can still preserve their strength, avoid injuries, and be able to better carry out the next game.
However, Pei Wu did not choose to give up. Instead, she tensed up, readied herself, and adjusted her body to its best condition.
"The second group of arena matches begins!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Kim Jonghyun jumped out like a cheetah, rushing towards Pei Wu with a devastating force.
Although he despised Pei Wu on the surface, when he really took action, he showed no mercy at all and used his killing moves as soon as he got up.
"Sweep Tang's legs!"
Kim Jonghyun shouted loudly, and kicked out his right leg as fiercely as the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.
Although Taekwondo is named after "boxing", the real moves are mainly leg techniques, which account for about 70% of the total technique system.
Compared with the flashy moves like the roundhouse kick and the whirlwind kick, the sweeping kick is not very attractive to watch, but its lethality is amazing. If an ordinary warrior is hit by the sweeping kick, the leg bones will shatter in an instant and collapse to the ground.
However, Pei Wu is not a flower in a greenhouse. He has been fighting on the front line all year round and has experienced countless life and death trials. How can he be frightened?
The next moment, Pei Wu tapped her toes on the ground, and her delicate body nimbly stepped back one meter to avoid the menacing kick.
However, Kim Jonghyun didn't give her any chance to breathe. His legs were like sharp scissors, opening and closing, attacking the vital points on Pei Wu's body.
Every move and style is extremely powerful, mixed with strong wind, and has the power to crack monuments and rocks.
Due to his gender, Pei Wu was naturally inferior to men in strength and did not dare to challenge him. If he was accidentally kicked, the consequences would be disastrous.
Soon, Kim Jonghyun forced her into the corner of the ring, with no way to retreat.
"You little Chinese girl, go to hell!"
With that said, Jin Jonghyun kicked Pei Wu directly in the face with a side kick.
At the critical moment, the corners of Pei Wu's mouth that had been pursed suddenly raised slightly, and his jade-white wrists reached into his clothes.
"Whoosh!"
A cold light flashed.
The Jinghong Sword once used by Pei Min, the swordsman of the Tang Dynasty, reappeared and struck Kim Jong-hyun's right leg like lightning. The speed was so fast that it left an afterimage in the air.
In an instant, Kim Jonghyun's hair stood on end, as if he was being targeted by some terrifying beast. Feeling a strong danger of death, he forced his legs back.
Even so, his movements were still a bit slow.
"昘!"
He raised the sword and dropped it, and red blood spattered out.
There was a seven to eight centimeter long wound on the inner side of Kim Jonghyun's right thigh. Although it was not too deep, blood still gurgled out and dyed his pants red.
If Kim Jonghyun had reacted a little slower just now, it would not have been his thighs that had been cut open, but the vital parts three inches below his abdomen, and he would have been castrated on the spot.
Thinking of this, a heavy cold sweat broke out on Kim Jonghyun's forehead, and he felt frightened for a while.
However, Pei Wu didn't give him any chance to breathe.
Pei Wu, who was holding the Jinghong Sword, seemed to be a different person. The sword flashed, as fast as thunder and lightning, turned like a swimming dragon, and leaped like a tiger. But in line with her petite and graceful figure, her movements revealed a dance-like expression.
The beauty is like a flying fairy in the sky.
Kim Jong-hyun’s entire body is in his legs. Now that his thigh is injured, his performance is bound to be affected. Faced with such a fierce offensive, he is even more embarrassed. Soon, there are more than a dozen deep wounds on his body, which are dripping with blood and shocking.
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The balance of victory seems to have tipped to Pei Wu's side.
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"Ho ho ho!"
Suddenly, Kim Jonghyun let out a beast-like roar from deep in his throat.
Because of the strong cry of pain, his facial features were distorted and extremely ferocious. His eyes were red, revealing overwhelming hatred. He gritted his teeth and said: "You bitch, you forced me! I'm going to kill you!!!"
Saying that, Kim Jonghyun quickly took out a small pill from his pocket and swallowed it in one gulp.
Immediately, a coquettish blush appeared on his face, his aura surged, rising steadily, and the air around him seemed to freeze.
When Pei Wu saw this, her face changed drastically, and she felt an invisible pressure, as if a huge stone was pressing on her chest, which was extremely oppressive.
She knew that Kim Jonghyun must have taken some kind of banned drug to overdraw his vitality in exchange for powerful explosive power in a short period of time.
However, in this martial arts competition, taking drugs was not prohibited, so what he did was not illegal.
The next moment, a cruel smile bloomed on Jin Jongxuan's face. As if he couldn't feel the pain of the wound on his body, he rushed towards Pei Wu again, at least several times faster than before.
Even from a certain distance, Pei Wu could feel the overwhelming murderous aura. She did not dare to show any signs of neglect and subconsciously waved the Jinghong Sword to respond to the enemy.
"too slow!"
Jin Jongxuan said coldly, and then appeared in front of her like a ghost, avoiding the attack trajectory of Jinghong Sword, and kicked Pei Wu hard in the abdomen.
"Peng!"
There was a loud noise, and Pei Wu seemed to be hit by a cannonball. He flew backwards for more than ten meters and hit the transparent light shield at the edge of the ring.
She struggled to get up from the ground, her eyebrows were furrowed, her pretty face was pale and bloodless, and her delicate body was trembling involuntarily, as if she was suffering from great pain.
Kim Jonghyun's kick just now broke several of her ribs. Let alone continue to fight, she could feel the heartbreaking pain every time she breathed.
However, Kim Jonghyun, who was in a state of excitement, looked like he was crazy, and rushed at her again, as if he was treating her as a sandbag.
"Bang bang bang bang bang!"
The sound of intensive beatings came and went one after another.
Soon, Pei Wu was covered with cuts and bruises, his breath was as thin as a thread, and bright red blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, like a flower that was about to wither, and would fade away if he was not careful.
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Seeing this scene, many Chinese elites in the audience could not help but shout:
"Pei Wu, give in quickly!"
"That's right! It doesn't matter if you lose one game, there will still be us next!"
"Stop insisting, if you continue like this... you will be beaten to death!"
However, according to the rules of the martial arts competition, unless the contestant personally admits defeat, others cannot make a decision for the contestant.
On the ring, Kim Jong-hyun looked at her condescendingly and said fiercely: "Little Chinese girls, why don't you admit defeat? I took the elixir given by the master and my strength doubled. There is no way you can be my opponent!"
After 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, let alone surrender!"
"go to hell!"
At the end of the sentence, Pei Wu seemed to have used all his strength to make a desperate move and thrust out a sword.
However, in the eyes of Kim Jonghyun, whose strength has soared, this sword seems weak and flimsy and vulnerable to a single blow.
"Get down here!"
Jin Jonghyun lowered his body, swept Tang's legs with one move, and kicked Pei Wu's ankle hard.
"thump!"
Pei Wu had no time to dodge and was kicked straight up. She lost her balance and fell heavily to the ground. The previously broken ribs were hit hard again.
Pei Wu groaned and almost fainted from the pain.
"This Chinese girl is really hot, I'll just play with you! Hehehehe..."
Jin Jongxuan let out a sinister laugh and rushed towards Pei Wu.
"Stab it!"
There was only a sharp tearing sound, and the warrior uniform on Pei Wu was violently torn apart, exposing a large area of bronzed skin.
Although she has been training outside all year round, Pei Wu's skin is very delicate and flawless, like fine silk, which makes people want to kiss her skin.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... Look at this skin, it's so tender that it can drip water when you pinch it!" Kim Jonghyun exclaimed, his eyes full of lust.