"Why did you admit defeat?!" The audience and even Haierluo themselves were inexplicably surprised.

However, this is the fact. Sasaki has already admitted defeat. Haierro won this game!

But Zhao Qiankun, who was standing in the rest area, frowned and turned to look at Earl Horn in the VIP area. Just as a faint magic wave was emitted from him, Sasaki came to abdicate and gave in. However, this wave was not as hidden as the one who controlled the famous brand. It was unexpected that Sasaki was going wild, so he had no time to do other measures.

What was he hiding? Zhao Qiankun touched his chin. Since he arranged for him and Sasaki to be in different partitions, it was obvious that in his plan, Sasaki was the last person to draw out the holy sword.

But now looking at Sasaki, both in his mentality and fighting style, he doesn’t look like someone who can draw out the holy sword. What is this guy hiding?

Forget it, take money and eliminate disasters for others... Regardless of his purpose, just win the game yourself!

After this inexplicable game and after a simple process of the stadium, it was Zhao Qiankun and Yulian's turn to follow.

The two stood in the arena, Yurien smiled and said, "Sha Wujing, I have seen every game of you, and I am very strong! To be honest, there are so many players present, you are the opponent I am the least sure of defeating!"

"This is the first time I have seen someone who admits a slap in the beginning!" Zhao Qiankun smiled: "Since I know I can't beat it, just admit defeat. Let's save all our energy..."

Yurien shook her head: "On the contrary, I hope you can give up!"

"Your mind is broken?" Zhao Qiankun was confused. He just said that he was not sure, and now all his opponents gave up. What is this idea?

"Because I was not sure to beat you by the conventional method..." Yurien sighed: "So, I have to use some very tricks, it's very dangerous, you may die!"

Zhao Qiankun opened his mouth and couldn't help but clapped his hands: "I'll give this b-dress full mark!"

"Don't think I'm joking!" Yurien shook off the long whip: "I am determined to win this holy sword. If you must stand in front of me, don't blame me for being ruthless! For the last chance, do you admit defeat?!"

"I recognize your grandma's leg!" Zhao Qiankun threw the Zen stick out directly, and the weapon made of hundreds of kilograms of iron turned straight to Yulian's face. The beast trainer was calm and shook it away, whipped it away in a long whip, wrapped it in the air, swung it with one hand, and threw the Zen stick out, flew over a hundred meters away, and smashed it against the wall with a clang, breaking the blade of the crescent shovel.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhao Qiankun rushed towards Yurien. The whip was long and soft, and it was difficult to retract it after being thrown out. Yurien's middle door was wide open, which was the best time to attack!

But who would have thought that Yurien actually let go of the whip and faced Zhao Qiankun with bare hands!

Fighting hand-to-hand combat?! Zhao Qiankun punched him and even the ancient dragon was beaten to death!

The fist hit Yurien with a blast of sound. However, the beast trainer had already expected Zhao Qiankun's trick, dodged and avoided it, raised his hand to point at his elbow!

What is this for? Although I don’t know what the opponent has, it’s always right not to be touched!

Zhao Qiankun changed his moves urgently and retracted his fist. But who knew that the calves suddenly felt a tingling pain. He looked down and saw that Yulian's other hand actually hit his right calf!

The sudden severe pain made Zhao Qiankun's movements slow for a moment. Taking this opportunity, Yurien retreated more than ten meters away. Zhao Qiankun staggered and almost fell. As soon as he exerted his force, the trouser leg on his right leg suddenly swelled, and then the fabric was stained red by blood from the inside out...

"Damn..." The piercing pain hit Zhao Qiankun's nerves. He lowered his head and tore open his trouser legs, and found that his skin was cracked, his muscles exploded, and his entire calves were covered in blood and blood...

What kind of evil trick is this? Zhao Qiankun's eyes were wide open, and he poked his fingers and his legs exploded?

"This is a secret technique I accidentally learned when I was traveling in the East. I used internal force to hit the acupoints of the human body and caused an implosion effect!" Yurien snorted coldly: "I haven't done a heavy blow just now, but I just injured one of your legs. Go back and treat it well, and there will be no serious injury. I won't show mercy next time, you give up!"

Zhao Qiankun frowned. The damage of flesh and blood was nothing to him, but if someone else could eat this trick, it would be really dangerous!

"I didn't expect you to have internal strength?" Zhao Qiankun raised his eyebrows: "Does he have Eastern blood?"

"My father is from the Great Zhou Dynasty!" Yurien narrowed his eyes and said, "But I have not inherited his appearance too much, and it is difficult for ordinary people to see it."

"That's it!" Zhao Qiankun nodded: "Your move is indeed amazing... But, I'm a slut who doesn't like to admit defeat! Come on, you'll burst out all the way!" After that, he stepped out and rushed towards Yurien! But he limped and stopped as fast as before!

"Then I'm not polite!" Yurien shook his palms and greeted him, but this time Zhao Qiankun was much more cautious. During the fight between the two, he deliberately avoided Yurien's hands. Although his movements were clumsy, he relied on his extraordinary reflex nerves and physical fitness, although he was full of dangers, he was considered to have a fight.

However, as the battle was fought, blood continued to spill out of Zhao Qiankun's right leg, which made the audience feel a little embarrassed.

"This Sha Wujing seems to be in a state of hatred!" Prince Serey smiled and looked at Joan of Arc beside him, "Cousin, what do you think?"

Joan of Arc shook his head: "Until now, he has not shown his fighting skills, but just crushed his opponent in terms of physical fitness... It was said that he was sure to win, but now, it's time for him to use his skills!"

As he spoke, the battle on the field became fierce. Zhao Qiankun endured the severe pain and attacked wildly, while Yulian relied on his rich experience and superb skills to make up for the gap in strength. Finally, whether it was too much blood loss or unbearable pain, Zhao Qiankun's steps became erratic.

Yurien seized the opportunity and raised his hand to point at Zhao Qiankun's good leg. He still couldn't bear to kill him. The goal was to destroy Zhao Qiankun's legs. He couldn't even admit defeat!

But just as his finger was about to poke, Zhao Qiankun's good leg suddenly shook, and he walked around his hand and kicked towards his face!

How is this possible? Yurien was shocked. He used this leg to attack, which leg would support his body? You must know that when kicking, the leg that was stepping on the ground was more important than the one that was kicked out. Zhao Qiankun's right leg had exploded. How could he support him in kicking such a rapid kick?!

But there was no time to think about why. Zhao Qiankun's attack was so fast. He slapped Yulian's face directly, kicked the powerful beast trainer away, and roared and bounced down on the wall of the arena.

Yurien felt dizzy and sore all over. He shook his head and tried hard to turn over to get up. Suddenly, he felt a cold touch coming from his neck. Zhao Qiankun had already picked up the Zen stick and chased him, and the sharp half-crescent shovel stuck around his neck.
Chapter completed!