Azmoun said this through gritted teeth.

Of course, Han Dong believed that Azmon relied on using extremely vicious moves to specialize in other people's vital points and make the opponent lose his combat effectiveness.

The people who fought against him were all defeated by this very hot move.

The duel began, and the two sides confronted each other, neither of which took the lead. Obviously, Azmoun watched a few games and knew that Han Dong liked to strike backwards.

"What are they doing?"

The audience in the audience is dumbfounded, they have already started, none of them have made a move?

This atmosphere, like this bloody Colosseum-like underground boxing gym, doesn't match at all.

"Hmph. Han Dong laughed in his heart, "Since you don't make a move, then I'm here!"

As soon as the thought fell, Han Dong punched out, and the fist burst out of the air, and there was a roar!

However, in the face of Han Dong's fist, Azmon not only did not dodge, but leaned over, stretched out his hand like an eagle's claw, and grabbed Han Dong's lower body!

What the!

Sister Huo Di in the box stood up again. Such a ruthless move?

There was also an uproar in the audience.

It's just that on this field, it's only about winning or losing, regardless of the means. As long as you can stand here as a winner, you can do it in any way.

This unruly, disorderly way of dueling is fraught with great uncertainty. Therefore, everyone who plays the game, unless they beat the opposite side completely and has no power to fight back, will not let down their vigilance.

Han Dong also realized that if he was caught by Azmon, he would only suffer the loss, and his fists and feet would only be flesh wounds, but where was ...... That's a matter of cutting off children and grandchildren.

He immediately withdrew his punch, trying to avoid Azmon's blow.

Unbeknownst to him, Azmon had an imperceptible sneer on his face.

Right in the middle!

Taking advantage of the gap that Han Dong was dodging, Azmon exerted his strength again, suddenly went around his back, stretched out his arms like iron rods, and firmly buckled Han Dong's neck!

The huge force behind him made Han Dong lose his balance and fall to the ground.

"Han Dong, you can't win against me!" said Azmon through gritted teeth, his hands beginning to exert force.

Han Dong tried to break his hand, but found that the arm was firmly clasped around his neck, tightening it tighter and tighter.

The audience in the audience stood up at this moment, stretched their necks, and looked at the situation on the stage.

The little girl in the corner, her beautiful eyebrows were also wrinkled for the first time.

"Daddy, he's not going to be strangled, is he?" she asked the man next to her.

"There are no rules in this ring, and it's not surprising that there are any results. The man replied.

The little girl stopped talking, and the more she looked, the more anxious she became, and her palms began to sweat.

"Can Han Dong turn the tables on the Jedi?" someone also muttered a question.

"Isn't this a violation?" In the box, there was no trace of warmth on Sister Hong's face. Han Dong is now controlled by Azmon and appears to be very passive. If you are not careful, you will be strangled and your neck will be broken.

And before they came to power, they signed a life and death certificate, and they were at their own risk. No one will be held accountable.

"Sister Hong, it stands to reason...... It is not a violation. The manager said cautiously.

Sister Hong held her forehead, at a loss.

At this time, Han Dong on the stage only felt that his breath was short, and his consciousness was slowly blurred, and the arms on his neck couldn't be broken.

He could only use all his strength to prevent his arms from tightening for another half point. Otherwise, the result is only a "click" and the head is in a different place.

If it is an ordinary professional boxing match, at this point, the referee can already announce the end, and then something will happen.

But it's different here, there is no referee, no bottom line, only the winner who is stained with countless bloodshed and goes to the end.

Behind him, Azmon poured all his strength into his arms, because he was too hard, he bared his teeth and grinned, and his forehead was bruised, looking extremely hideous.

The two of them couldn't hold each other.

"Han Dong, if you don't want to die on stage like this, just admit defeat to me!"

Azmoun said through gritted teeth.

And just as he said this, he felt his arm loosen.

What's the situation?

Azmon was in a state of confusion, and the embankment collapsed in the anthill, and he suddenly lost control of Han Dong in his hands.

And Han Dong burst out with amazing explosive power at this time, only to see him struggle to break Azmon's restraints, the fish jumped up, used all his strength, swung a punch, and smashed it into his chest.

"Thank you for saying that, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to get out of trouble so easily!"

At that limit, any distraction would be like the last straw that broke the camel's back, breaking the balance of power.

Originally, if Atzmon had been engrossed and locked up, Han Dong was passive and couldn't hold on for long. But when he said that, it was both a distraction and a distraction, and Han Dong was not a mediocre person, so he would not give the other party another chance if he saw the flaws.

"Boom!"

With a punch, blood gushed out of Azmon's mouth.

Taking advantage of the momentum, the second punch, the third punch......

Punch after punch, smashing on his body, Azmoun felt like his bones were about to shatter.

"Are you convinced?" Han Dong asked sharply. This Azmoun is so insidious, he really wants to kill this guy with one punch!

But...... He didn't want to let himself get carried away by violence and become a person who also fell into darkness.

Not to mention...... There is also a pair of immature and pure eyes looking at him in the audience, and he shouldn't show such a violent side.

"No!" Azmon's face was bloodied.

"Bang!" another punch.

Even if Azmoun has rough skin and thick meat, he can't withstand such a beating.

"I'm convinced, I admit defeat, admit defeat!"

Unable to withstand Han Dong's iron fist, Azmon finally relented. He was dying, lying on the ground like a wild dog waiting to die, and he had no power to parry.

"In this game, Han Dong wins!"

The host announced loudly.

The audience fell silent for a few seconds, and soon erupted in thunderous applause! Except, of course, for Atzmon's bettors.

"I really didn't expect Azmoun to lose!" a wealthy businessman slammed his face on the table. He poured more than a million dollars into Azmon, and it was all in vain.

"Boss, don't worry, we also invested some in Song Hu, and we can still win it back!"

"What did you say?"

"I mean, we also bet on Song Hu's side, if Song Hu wins, although this wave will not be profitable, it will not be lost!" the assistant nodded and said.

"Hmm. Count your wit. The rich merchant nodded, "Song Hu's strength is not weak, and that kid has suffered a lot just now, so he won't have a big chance of winning." ”

In the box, Sister Hong's heart was still pounding, although the game was over, she found that her forehead was full of sweat.

"Bring a towel. Sister Hong commanded.

"Yes. "A few maids standing at the door brought a towel very quickly.

Sister Hong wiped the sweat off her face, simply took the hairpin from her hair, and the big wavy brown curls slid down her shoulders.

In the box, it was suddenly dazzling.

"There's one last one, right?" Sister Hong asked, turning around.

"Yes, Sister Hong. The manager said quickly.

She nodded, looked in the mirror, and found that the sweat just now had smeared her makeup.

"You guys, touch up my makeup. Sister Hong instructed the maid.

It's almost time, and you can wait for the end of today's game.

Offstage, Han Dong leaned back in his chair and breathed heavily. Several deep strangulation marks on the neck are direct proof of the "crushing victory" just now.

And Song Hu, who was on the other side, walked over with a relaxed face with a cup of hot tea at this time.

"Tired, aren't you?" Song Hupi didn't smile.

The first half of the zone was too easy for him, there were no heavyweight opponents at all, and he didn't even sweat much so far. This is in stark contrast to the tragedy of the second half.

What if Han Dong wins today's second, third, and fourth in a row, and what if he comes out of the lower half?

What is the difficulty of stepping on Han Dong by waiting for his work?

Seeing that Han Dong ignored him, Song Hu laughed again: "That's right, seeing you like this, it's difficult to speak." You don't have to play in the game later, right? ha. There's an ambulance at the door, do you want to take you to the hospital?"

"Play psychological warfare with me?" Han Dong snorted coldly in his heart. Song Hu was deliberately sarcastic, suppressing himself, and trying to disturb his mind.

However, this also shows that he is also beginning to be afraid of himself in his heart.