However, the replica's injury was on the chin, which had little impact on combat.

From a medical perspective, shattering the chin into dozens of pieces is naturally much more serious than breaking the shoulder blade into several pieces, and consumes much more vitality.

boom!

His knees dug a deep hole in the ground. The clone leaned over and kicked Yan Yu away, who was about to punch. He put his arms on the ground and launched another fierce attack.

But this time, Yan Yu changed his offensive.

He is no longer looking for a fatal blow, but is constantly attacking non-fatal parts of the opponent, with a 10% probability of triggering the weakness. Even though he was pressed and beaten on the scene, the wounds on the clone's body were never broken.

boom!

Yan Yu resisted the kick, opened his mouth and sprayed out a cloud of blood mist, but his claws struck the clone like blades, leaving eight gashes more than 20 centimeters long.

The wounds were deep enough to reveal bones, shreds of rotten flesh and skin hanging down together, and even squirming organs could be seen.

Hiss~

Yan Yu tore off his tattered clothes, only to see a horizontal bruise on his chest, which quickly swelled and was filled with congestion. However, the muscles continued to squirm and quickly returned to normal.

spit!

He spat blood-stained saliva and stared coldly at the clone that rushed towards him again.

The two were fighting together again, and this time the scene was even more bloody. The clone seemed to know that it was about to die soon, and every move was ruthless in exchanging life for life.

There was a faint layer of blood mist in the air, which kept fluttering as they moved on the battlefield, dragging out a long, faint red silk, which was particularly conspicuous in the Colosseum.

Wind Eagle Legs.

When he paid the price of a broken forearm, Yan Yu viciously kicked the clone's ribs, and the tip of his toe dug in like a steel cone. Not only did he break several of his ribs, but his organs were also severely damaged.

Well……

The clone's face turned pale, and he kept retreating while covering his wound. He needed time to recover, and it would only take a minute.

But this time, Yan Yu no longer talked about martial arts, dragged his still recovering arm, used the shadow step to pursue him fiercely, and kicked him between the legs under the horrified gaze of the clone.

Yan Yu's kick was very powerful and showed no mercy. Not to mention such a fragile part, even if it hit the steel plate, it would be enough to deform and twist it.

Click!

The eggs were broken and the sausage was rotten.

Even the pelvic bone of the clone was obviously shattered and deformed.

The crotch is the center of the human body.

Whenever this place is injured, a person's walking, sitting, and lying will be greatly affected. As a clone created based on Yan Yu's detailed data, it is essentially a human being, and is naturally no exception.

Pfft~

Before he could recover from the pain, something like an iron rod was suddenly poked into his eye, followed by a heart-piercing pain that constantly stimulated his nerves.

"Ahhhhh..."
Chapter completed!