Lin Xiao has no himself, no opponents, no audience, for this unexpected encounter, do what he should do. In a daze, he saw a pair of eyes full of worry, concern, and loyalty, in which there was water, deep and all-encompassing, fire, warm and unhesitating. It was Zhao Jing's eyes, she had already unintentionally put all her heart on Lin Xiao's body, forgetting her own existence. Lin Xiao fixed his eyes and attracted her gaze, he nodded to her to reassure her, and she also nodded and asked him to cheer.

The game began, at the signal of the referee, the two came together, there are no precautions in this game, what needs to be paid attention to is to beware of the opponent's attack, protect yourself, defeat the enemy, this is the purpose of the game. As soon as the referee gave the order and announced the start of the match, he retreated to the sidelines, leaving the two fighters in the middle of the ring.

Marcus gave full play to the lethality of his eyes, pouring out all the hatred and anger on Lin Xiao's face. Lin Xiao's face was expressionless, his eyes were like bottomless deep pools, and he let Marcus spew out raging fire, and he absorbed and melted them all, leaving nothing behind. A hint of horror flashed in Marcus's eyes, as if he saw Guo Qingsheng again, and Guo Qingsheng's eyes were like this at the beginning of the game yesterday, but this illusion was fleeting.

Marcus clenched his hands into fists, bobbing up and down in front of his chest, and his feet began to move from side to side. Lin Xiao firmly tied up the three-body pose, with both hands up and down, one in front and one behind, both offensive and defensive, waiting to move. Refreshed and concentrated, his eyes were like electricity, sweeping Marcus's whole body, Marcus collided with his eyes, and his heart was "ge-oh" again, he felt strange: Isn't this Chinese always as docile as a little sheep, how can he show the fierce light of a wolf?

He looked at Lin Xiao and felt that this person was surrounded by a circle of light, as invulnerable as a ball. Marcus moved back and forth, advancing and retreating, his hands were shaking, Lin Xiao did not move, every subtle movement of Marcus, including the change of expression, was under the gaze of his eyes, he figured out Marcus's mood and thoughts, guessed Marcus's next plan and action, amplified his perception, wrapped the opponent in, and suppressed.

Marcus continued to jump, he suddenly felt an invisible pressure, from nowhere, his heart felt empty, this pressure was getting bigger and bigger, pressing from all sides, something he had never encountered before, he began to lose faith in this match, and realized that it was a wrong choice to go on this field. Lin Xiao was still staring at him with those deep eyes, the fierce light in Marcus's eyes became weaker, he felt that he couldn't concentrate to suppress his opponent, and he couldn't fight anymore, Marcus stepped up and launched an attack.

Today's style of play is completely different from yesterday, Marcus was too lazy to make too many tests with Lin Xiao, and his starting hand was a heavy punch, like a hammer, and he smashed it on the ground with a "whew". Lin Xiao obviously noticed the change in him, and was determined to test his strength, not dodging or dodging, his arms were raised, his muscles were one, his breath was bulging, and he was hard to accept his blow. The audience let out an "oh" cry, worried that this Chinese guy would not be smashed down.

"Huh", Marcus's fist seemed to hit the wall, the fist was shocked back, Lin Xiao's body was not messy, and his feet slipped out three meters away. The audience let out an "oh", thinking that this guy was probably made of steel, and he was not afraid of fighting. Marcus made a move, leaped forward, raised his fist and smashed it down, Lin Xiao raised his arm to stand up, but he just made a hard resistance, let go of the fist, his arms intersected, his body turned, his arms stuck to the opponent's arm, and led down.

Marcus had never encountered this situation, his body was thrown forward, Lin Xiao was merciless, his body was on one side, he raised his knee, and slammed into Marcus's mid-navel. Marcus had a sharp pain in his stomach, fell to his knees, opened his mouth and threw up "wow", and the audience buzzed into chaos. Marcus rolled and jumped, his eyes blazing, his fists and kicks intertwined, and he launched a stormy attack. He now realizes that the Chinese in front of him is not as easy to bully as he seems, and he is too underestimated.

Lin Xiao watched his attack like a fire, Marcus's speed was more than a grade worse than Guo Qingsheng's, Lin Xiao took two steps back, let his fists and feet stretch out, saw the opportunity, and moved in without allowing a move, when Marcus was about to exert his strength, he raised his hand to seal his fist, and when the other hand was about to be withdrawn, he reached out again to block his retreat. Marcus had no choice but to take a step back, Lin Xiao immediately followed, and when he was about to start, his elbow went to suppress his arm, and hit him with the tip of his elbow, Marcus was numb with half of his arm, and his arm couldn't be raised.

He took a step back, threw out his left leg, and kicked Lin Xiao's lower abdomen, only to feel that the kick was empty, soft, his body shook, and the other leg couldn't be lifted. The audience seemed that Marcus's body was shaky, he couldn't even stand, and the Chinese didn't even make a move, and Marcus stepped back step by step, shouting dissatisfied, thinking that Marcus was not serious about the game.

Marcus is suffering words, the Chinese in front of him is like the rice balls that Chinese love to eat, round and hot, unable to hold and swallow. The shouts of the audience reminded Lin Xiao that this was a life-and-death game, not a competition, but a winner. He stopped, waiting for Marcus to attack again.

Marcus shook a few steps to gain his footing, and he decided that this Chinese was capable of magic and could not get too close to him. But he still believed in his fists, he moved his steps carefully, approaching Lin Xiao step by step, and his fists hit Lin Xiao like meteors. Lin Xiao used his long to control his short, and swept his legs towards his ribs, Marcus saw that he was fierce, compared to Guo Qingsheng's legs, he didn't dare to take it hard, and returned his arms to defend.