The moment he dodged, that familiar knee hit his lower abdomen again.

Same position, same intensity.

My intestines are almost broken.

Su Yue bent over in pain.

This is simply a disgrace and a disgrace.

That's right.

This fighter is simply humiliating himself.

The same knee bump, the same position, this is telling you that you are a complete waste.

"Come again."

Su Yue stood up.

He was also aroused and wanted to win. I didn't believe it. I couldn't dodge the attack.

Su Yue also has strengths.

He has high vitality and blood and recovers from injuries quickly.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Next, Su Yue was beaten beyond recognition, and the pain rolled like a tide, making him almost faint.

But in the severe pain, Su Yue gradually understood what fighting and killing were.

No wonder the fighters use human sandbags to feed their punches.

Many times, the limbs also need to cultivate some subconscious. The process of fighting is also a necessary way to cultivate the subconscious.

After the fist touches the body, each part will feel different.

Fighters need to be familiar with every touch on the sparring partner, which is also body awareness.

Practice makes perfect, only hard work can make you perfect.

I don't know how long it took, but Su Yue was finally able to barely dodge one or two moves.

His eyes were covered by the blood dripping from his forehead, and his eyes were filled with scarlet red.

Su Yue even fell into a state of fighting. After all, the experience gained in exchange for severe pain was unforgettable.

He didn't even realize how much of a sensation he had caused.

Beside him, the alarms of those human sandbags had already sounded, and they were leaving one after another.

And Su Yue, a rookie who was thought to faint in three moves, was still fighting.

It was obvious that Su Yue was the most seriously injured, but his alarm had not yet sounded.

Old Zhao lay in the distance with a bruised nose and a swollen face, dumbfounded.

Is this a destiny sandbag?

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Chapter completed!