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There was no warning at all, and the fight began.

Feng Zitong is becoming more and more interested in soul fighting, and the people here seem to prefer hand-to-hand combat, and occasionally they throw a few balls of spiritual power out when they think about it.

But she can also understand, after all, the feeling of hitting the opponent's body with a fist is very cool!

Feng Zitong couldn't tell what stage the strength of these two people was, but she could tell who had the upper hand.

The rough man now looks like he is indeed on the upper hand, while the young man seems to be on the downside, but in fact he is waiting for the right moment to defeat the other party with one blow.

Feng Zitong hooked his lips, who loses and who wins, it is not determined by whose strength is infinite and whose actual combat experience is rich.

The battle of life and death depends on strength and wisdom, and if you have no brains with your strength, you will easily lose in the hands of people who are weaker than yourself.

The two in the ring fought more and more fiercely, and the young man spent most of his time defending, occasionally attacking the main attack, also to provoke the opponent, and the rough uncle looked like a person with a bad temper.

The young man's style of play was quickly discovered, and the instincts of those who discussed who would win and who would lose were burning with pain on their faces.

After the rough man realized the other party's purpose, he didn't have much physical strength.

The corners of the young man's mouth hooked slightly, and his opportunity had come.

The wind was blowing under his feet, and the speed was extremely fast, and the gray robe raised a light arc in the air, and the man circled behind the rough uncle.

"Bang!"

"Poof..."

The young man's hand pierced directly through the back of the rough uncle, piercing through his chest.

The soul was attributed, and the rough uncle sitting in the position spurted out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, and died in an instant.

Fortunately, the blood he spurted out was blocked by the enchantment, so it didn't spray on the person sitting in front of him.

"Whoa..."

"Well done!"

The young man won, and winning was a no-brainer.

Here, killing your opponent in the ring will be sought after for a while.

The people under the ring all stood on their chairs one by one, and some even took off their robes and threw them in their hands, and their mouths let out cheers like primitive savages.

The corpse of the rough man was quickly carried away by well-trained servants.

The fat man and Brother Long really realized at this moment that this was a duel between life and death, and if they were not careful, they would lose their lives, and it seemed that they had to be extremely careful.

The lively cheers on the first floor were like electricity, stimulating the bloodthirsty violence in Feng Zitong's heart, especially when the young man pierced his hand through the rough man's chest, the last bit of peace left in her mind instantly collapsed, she just wanted to go to the ring now and fight a few good fights.

The young man stood in the ring, smiling very reservedly, not at all like the person who was expressionless just now and did not hesitate to kill the rough uncle.

He bowed slightly to the audience and said, "I choose to continue, who wants to come up and teach?" ”

Ah Xin stood on the edge of the ring, saw the situation, and said with a smile: "Did you hear it, this little brother chooses to continue~"

No one spoke, but suddenly another figure appeared in the ring.

The man was dressed in a black suit, his perfectly tailored shirt showed off his perfect figure, and his fair handsome face had a bloodthirsty smile on it.

On the second floor, all the people in the private room frowned.

"It's him!" Feng Chenhao frowned tightly and said softly.