"Bang!"

Zhao Qinglong was punched in the face, and his whole body flew out like a top. At the same time, a wisp of energy like a sharp sword pierced into Haman's lower abdomen and exploded violently.

Haman's body retreated, and a hole was cracked in his lower abdomen. Blood instantly penetrated out, dyeing the clothes red.

Haman didn't care about the wound on his lower abdomen at all, and jumped up and then hit Zhao Qinglong who had just landed on the ground like a missile.

Zhao Qinglong struggled to turn over and roll out, and Haman made a fierce kick and smashed heavily on the ring.

Zhao Qinglong didn't care about his whole head buzzing, and turned over and ejected from the ground.

The handsome face was swollen, with purple and purple, her eyes were congested, her mouth was cracked, and there were even blood stains on her face, looking embarrassed.

Although Harman seemed to be less injured than Zhao Qinglong on the outside, he was also not very injured, judging from the expanding blood-colored range on his abdomen.

Haman pursued Wugong, and then he looked down at his abdomen. Looking at the gradually expanding blood color, Haman activated the spirit explosion technique without hesitation.

He must end the battle in the shortest time!

Otherwise, under pressure, his blood will gush outwards strongly, and soon he will lose a large amount of blood and enter shock or even die.

Zhao Qinglong looked at Haman's rapidly bulging muscles, and knew that Haman had used the spirit explosion technique and was ready to fight to the death. He also used the Zhao family's secret technique without hesitation.

The two of them rushed up at the same time, and the picture suddenly became more and more tragic.

The audience around who were originally shouting to cheer for the funeral became quiet. Some of them reached for their hands to grab their hair, some were able to cover their mouths, and some even had their smoke rings red.

At this moment, many viewers have even forgotten their camp and national borders.

In their eyes, there are only two men fighting for honor.

Even their country's opponents are worthy of respect!

"Click!"

Haman's punch hit Zhao Qinglong's left arm hard, and Zhao Qinglong's left arm was directly interrupted by a punch.

Zhao Qinglong staggered back, his left arm drooped softly, and he could no longer use force. His eyes were staring at Haman opposite him, dodging, looking for opportunities.

Two people, one with a bruised nose, swollen face, one with a broken arm, the other with a broken belly, and blood flowed like an evil ghost.

Collision, injury, collision again...

No matter what moves, they seem to have lost their effect now, and there are only two trapped beasts.

When the two men were like naughty boys who could not fight at all, they collided hard again, everyone's hearts seemed to tremble.

The two of them fell to the ground at the same time, then stood up with shaking and stared at each other fiercely.

"Don't fight again!"

A woman suddenly broke the tranquility with a slightly crying voice and rang in the competition hall.

Zhao Qinglong and Haman seemed to be stunned for a moment. They were obviously not here to say such a shout, but in a moment, the expressions of the two became firm again.

No matter what, even if you fight for your life, this battle must be completed!

Zhao Qinglong rushed up again.

His speed was not too fast, because the duration of the secret technique was not short, and the power in his body was disappearing rapidly, but he rushed forward with an arm hanging, without hesitation!

Haman still did not retreat. His lower abdomen was suddenly dark red. He didn't know how much blood had been shed. The power in his body quickly decreased with the loss of blood. He even felt a slight dizziness. He knew that he had not had much time.

Haman came forward silently, gathered all his strength, and used his chest to face Zhao Qinglong's right fist, and then hit Zhao Qinglong's chest with all his strength.

The two of them flew backwards at the same time and smashed heavily on the ring.

This time, neither of them got up immediately.

Zhao Qinglong's chest and ribs were broken for some unknown reason. Haman's bones seemed fine, but he coughed loudly, and blood overflowed from his mouth.

The two of them raised their heads hard and looked at each other with difficulty.

When they found that the other party was seriously injured and fell to the ground, both of them were breathing, trying to turn over, supporting their bodies little by little, hoping to get themselves up ahead of their opponents.

The entire competition hall was silent.

Everyone held their breath and looked at this scene. Many people's eyes were rosy, and many people's tears could no longer flow out of their eyes. They covered their mouths and did not let themselves make a sound, as if they were afraid that their voices would disturb the two men who were doing their last efforts.

Zhao Qinglong stroked his chest with his right hand, turned it around for a while, and then stood up slowly as he was single. During this process, his body was shaking, as if he was about to fall down at any time, but after a few dozen seconds, he finally stood up with a shaking sway.

Zhao Qinglong's only remaining right hand stroked his chest, his eyes were covered in blood. He moved his body step by step and walked towards Haman.

Haman looked at Zhao Qinglong and stood up, gritted his teeth, and stood up hard. He clenched his fists and prepared to punch Zhao Qinglong again.

In situations like Zhao Qinglong, let alone a master's punch, I'm afraid that ordinary practitioners in the entry level can defeat him.

His eyes were blood-red, his face was purple, and he was swollen like a pig's head. He hung his arms, bowed his body, and staggered...

Zhao Qinglong finally walked to the front of Haman. Haman took a deep breath, suddenly raised his fist, and swung it hard towards the front.

Zhao Qinglong looked at the fist coming towards him, without moving or hiding.

He couldn't hide, he couldn't hide.

He had exhausted his last bit of strength to be able to stand.

He watched his fists fly towards him, his eyes full of reluctance, but then he turned to determination.

If you can't win, then use your life to commemorate this war!

Haman's fist flew halfway, and Haman's lower abdomen suddenly hurt, his eyes turned black, and his body fell weakly to the front. His fist also deviated from the direction and rubbed against Zhao Qinglong's body.

"boom!"

Haman's body hit the ground, not knowing life and death.

Zhao Qinglong tried hard to open his swollen eyes and looked at Haman on the ground, his eyes were astonished and surprised, but then his eyes flashed with endless surprises.

Haman fainted?

He can't hold on?

Then... did you win?

Win by yourself!

Zhao Qinglong raised his right hand, regardless of the pain in his chest, raised his right thumb high!

"In the tenth game, the winner of China Zhao Qinglong!"

Whoosh swish swish swish...
Chapter completed!