"Does anyone want to abstain?"

The voice of Jefferson, Secretary of Defense of the United States, resounded throughout the audience.

As soon as the words fell, a black warrior in the No. 8 ring hurriedly raised his hand.

"I ...... I'm going to abstain!"

The black warrior came from a small country in Africa and had limited strength, so he came to participate in the martial arts tournament for a long time, but he didn't expect the rules of the competition to be so cruel.

In the knockout round of the first group, all ten losers died, which caused him a great stimulus.

And now, his opponent is a genetic warrior of the Tsardom, which makes him unable to muster any courage to fight.

"Hehe...... "The Tsarist Gene Warrior grinned and said in a loud voice, "Blackman, you have made the wisest choice!"

Next, two more warriors chose to abstain.

The players who played against them could not loot the loot, but they also preserved their strength and avoided injury, so that they could better play the next matches.

However, Pei Wu did not choose to abstain, but tensed up, ready to go, and adjusted his body to the best state.

"The second set of ring matches, begin!"

As soon as the words fell, Kim Jong-hyun jumped out like a cheetah, carrying the momentum of destruction and decay, and pounced on Pei Wu.

Although he despised Pei Wu on the surface, when he really started to move, he didn't pity the jade at all, and he used a killing move as soon as he came up.

"Sweep the legs!"

Kim Jong-hyun shouted, and his right leg kicked out like an autumn wind sweeping a leaf, extremely powerful.

Although taekwondo is named "fist", the real moves are mainly based on the leg method, which accounts for about 70% of the total technique system.

Compared with the flashy moves such as roundabout kicks and whirlwind kicks, the sweeping leg is not very ornamental, but the lethality is amazing, if an ordinary martial artist is swept in, the leg bone will be shattered in an instant, and he will be paralyzed 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 trials of life and death, where will he be scared.

The next moment, Pei Wu touched the ground on his toes, and his delicate body deftly retreated one meter backwards, dodging the menacing leg.

However, Kim Jong-hyun gave her any respite at all, and her legs were like sharp scissors, opening and closing wide, attacking all the key points on Bae Wu's body.

Every move and every style is infinitely powerful, mixed with strong wind, and has the power of opening a stele and cracking stones.

Limited by gender, Pei Wu is naturally inferior to men in strength, and he does not dare to shake it, if he is accidentally kicked, the consequences are even more unimaginable.

Soon, Kim Jong-hyun forced her into the corner of the ring, and there was no way back.

"Huaxia little girl, go die!"

As he spoke, Kim Jong-hyun made a side kick and hit Pei Wu's face.

At the last moment, the corners of Pei Wu's mouth, which had been pursed, suddenly rose slightly, and her wrist, which was as white as jade, reached into her clothes.

"Whoosh!"

A cold glow flashed.

Tang Dynasty Sword Saint Pei? The Thrilling Sword that F had once used reappeared, slashing at Kim Jong-hyun's right leg like a lightning speed, leaving an afterimage in the air.

In an instant, Kim Jong-hyun's hair stood up, as if he was being targeted by some terrifying beast, felt a strong death crisis, and forcibly retracted his legs.

Rao is like this, his movements are still a little slower.

“?_！”

The sword in his hand fell, and the red blood splattered out.

Kim Jong-hyun's right inner thigh had a wound seven or eight centimeters long, although it was not too deep, but the blood was still gurgling out, staining his pants red.

If Kim Jong-hyun's reaction was a little slower just now, then it would not be the thigh that was cut, but the vital part of the abdomen three inches, and I am afraid that he would be castrated on the spot.

Thinking of this, Kim Jong-hyun broke out in a bean-sized cold sweat on his forehead, and he was afraid for a while.

However, Pei Wu didn't give him any respite at all.

Pei Wu, who was holding a sword, seemed to have changed into a person, the sword light flickered, as fast as thunder and lightning, turning like a swimming dragon and leaping like a tiger, but with her petite and slender figure, she revealed a dance-like beauty between her gestures, like a flying immortal in the nine heavens.

Kim Jong-hyun's kung fu is all on his legs, and now his thigh is injured, which will inevitably affect his performance, and he is even more embarrassed in the face of such a fierce offensive, and soon there are more than ten deep wounds on his body, which are bloody and shocking.

The balance of victory seems to have fallen to Pei Wu's side.

......

"Roar, roar, roar!"

Suddenly, Kim Jong-hyun let out a beastly roar from deep in his throat.

Because of the strong cry of pain, his facial features were distorted, extremely hideous, his eyes were red, revealing monstrous hatred, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Stinky, you forced me! I'm going to kill you!!"

As he spoke, Kim Jong-hyun hurriedly took out a small pill from his pocket and swallowed it in one gulp.

Immediately, a demonic flush appeared on his face, and the momentum on his body skyrocketed, rising steadily, and the air around him seemed to freeze.

Seeing this, Pei Wu's face changed greatly, and he felt an invisible pressure, as if a boulder was pressing on his chest, extremely depressed.

She knew that Kim Jong-hyun should have taken some forbidden drug, and by overdrawing his vitality, he would exchange for a strong explosive power in a short period of time.

However, this martial arts conference does not prohibit the use of drugs, so his practice is not considered a violation.

The next moment, a cruel smile bloomed on Kim Jong-hyun's face, as if he couldn't feel the pain of the wound on his body, and he pounced on Pei Wu again, at least several times faster than before.

Even from a certain distance, Pei Wu could feel the monstrous murderous aura, she didn't dare to have any slackness, and subconsciously waved the Shocking Sword to meet the enemy.

"It's too slow!"

Kim Jong-hyun said coldly, and then his figure appeared in front of her like a ghost, dodging the attack trajectory of the Shocking Sword, and kicked Pei Wu in the lower abdomen.

"Peng!"

A loud bang came, and Pei Wu seemed to have been hit by a cannonball, and instantly flew upside down for more than ten meters, slamming into the transparent light shield on the edge of the ring.

She struggled to get up from the ground, her willow eyebrows furrowed, her pretty face was pale and bloodless, and her delicate body trembled involuntarily, as if she was suffering great pain.

Just now, Kim Jong-hyun's kick broke several of her ribs, let alone continue to fight, and she could feel the heart-rending pain with every breath.

However, Kim Jong-hyun, who was in a state of excitement, looked like crazy and pounced again, as if using her as a sandbag.

"Bang bang!"

The sound of intense hitting came and went.

Soon, Pei Wu was already covered in bruises, his breath was like a gossamer, and red blood oozed from the corners of his mouth, like a flower about to wither, and the slightest carelessness would kill him.

......

Seeing this scene, many Chinese elites in the audience couldn't help but shout:

"Pei Wu, admit defeat quickly!"

"That's right, it's okay to lose one game, and then we're going to do it!"

"Don't hold on any longer, go on like this...... You're going to be killed!"

However, according to the rules of the martial arts tournament, unless the contestant admits defeat, no one else can make a decision for the contestant at all.

In the ring, Kim Jong-hyun looked at her condescendingly, and said fiercely: "Huaxia girl, don't you still admit defeat? I took the elixir given by my master, and my strength has doubled, you are definitely not my opponent!"

Hearing this, Pei Wu still gritted his teeth, he had no intention of admitting defeat at all, and said coldly: "I am a Huaxia warrior, I can be destroyed, but I will not be defeated, let alone surrender!"

"Go-die-!"

In the end, Pei Wu seemed to use all his strength, desperately, and stabbed out a sword,

However, in the eyes of Kim Jong-hyun, whose strength has skyrocketed, this sword seems soft and fluttering, and it is vulnerable.

"Get down for me!"

Kim Jong-hyun lowered his body, swept his legs with one move, and kicked Bae Wu's ankle fiercely.

"Plop!"

Pei Wu didn't have time to dodge at all, he was kicked, his body lost his balance, and he fell to the ground heavily, and the ribs that had been broken before were hit twice.

Pei Wu let out a muffled snort, almost fainting in pain.

"This Chinese chick is really spicy, I'll play with you......!

Kim Jong-hyun let out a wicked laugh and threw himself at Bae Wu.

"Sting!"

Hearing only a sharp tearing sound, the samurai uniform on Pei Wu's body was torn apart fiercely, and a large area of bronzed skin was exposed.

Despite training outside all year round, Pei Wu's skin is very delicate and flawless, like a fine satin, which makes people want to kiss Fangze.

"Tut-tut...... Look at this skin, it's so tender that it can drip water when you pinch it!" Kim Jong-hyun sighed, his eyes full of evil color.