Chapter 143: Serious Injuries [1st Update]

Cold-blooded eyes were cold, and he didn't retract his attack, his legs suddenly came together, and the speed of his claws was a little faster.

Sensing the cold-blooded movements, Lin Han's heart was shocked, the people who played black boxing really didn't dare to underestimate them, and their changes and reactions to the battle were many, much more than ordinary people.

If Lin Han was asked to deal with this move, he would most likely turn around and dodge, and at the same time change his attack moves, but he didn't expect the other party to use this method, although it seems ordinary, but there are not many people who can come up with this method in an instant.

The cold-blooded claws that were like steel grabbed Lin Han's shoulders at once, and those fingers were like iron nails, which were about to clasp Lin Han's shoulders to death, and then tear them apart.

At this moment, Lin Han's body twisted slightly like a snake, looking very weird, and his shoulders suddenly became extremely smooth, and he was suddenly free from the other party's claws.

Bang –

Lin Han's flying kick directly kicked on the cold-blooded lower abdomen, and the cold-blooded took four steps back at once, and his face changed slightly.

"What? Can you get out of the cold-blooded grip? How can it be? Could it be that his control over his muscles has reached this point? In the stands, someone exclaimed, with a look of disbelief in his eyes.

"Didn't you see the silver-faced Reaper's body writhing slightly just now? I think it should be a unique method of unloading the power of the silver-faced Grim Reaper, this time the cold-blooded suffered a secret loss, it is incredible, cold-blooded is already very terrible in the Ming Jin stage, I didn't expect the silver-faced Grim Reaper to be a first-class master to be able to fight a draw with cold-blooded, it's hard to imagine. Someone else said, his eyes flashing with excitement, as if only such a fight could arouse interest.

"I hope the cold-blooded won't disappoint me, otherwise the 50 million that pressed on him will be wasted." In a VIP private room, a middle-aged man said with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

In the ring, Leng Xue took a few deep breaths, calmed his heart, and then stared at Lin Han tightly, before the battle, he had already seen that Lin Han's strength was very terrifying, basically no different from the master of Ming Jin, whether it was explosiveness, speed, or other things.

After he really fought with Lin Han, he discovered Lin Han's terrifyingness, what was terrifying was the attack method in that position, and no one knew what kind of attack Lin Han would use.

At this time, the temperament of the cold-blooded whole person suddenly changed, and he took a posture, and at the same time strode over, directly attacking Lin Han is throat.

"The way of fighting in the army? Have you ever been a soldier? Lin Han was a little surprised, during this time, he watched a lot of fighting videos, and he knew a lot about those traditional Chinese boxing techniques and fighting skills, at least he knew the Tao of those common boxing techniques and so on.

In the face of the cold-blooded attack, Lin Han's eyes shrank slightly, and the trajectory of the opponent's attack completely appeared in his eyes, he didn't dodge at all, he suddenly swung out his right fist, and turned his fist into a palm in the middle, his fingers instantly stayed in front of the cold-blooded throat like a blade, if Lin Han moved a little more, I am afraid his throat would be shattered.

In an instant, the space seemed to be frozen, and the two of them didn't move any longer, and their cold-blooded outstretched hands were only five centimeters away from Lin Han's neck.

"I lost."

After a long time, his cold-blooded throat rolled, and he said these three words with difficulty, his eyes were full of loneliness, and he slowly withdrew his right arm.

"If you don't use the fighting style of the army, the outcome of this battle is still unknown, the fighting style of the army is about killing with one hit, there is no defense at all, only wide open and close attacks, and what you are best at is to find flaws and then attack from the gaps." Lin Han said slowly.

"Taught." Cold-blooded eyes lit up slightly, and then said seriously.

"The silver-faced Grim Reaper wins."

At this time, the voice sounded, announcing Lin Han's victory, and many people in the stands looked confused, they didn't see clearly what kind of victory method it was.

Then on the big screen, there is a slow motion, which can clearly see what happened in that moment.

"I see! It's incredible how fast the silver-faced Reaper is so fast. Many people were taken aback, those who bet on Lin Han's victory smiled from ear to ear, and those who bet on cold-blooded victory were slightly deflated, of course, their mood was not much down, they were all masters of not bad money, and playing was a thrill.

"Damn, I actually lost, I actually lost, and I lost tens of millions, it's really useless." Still in the VIP room, the middle-aged man angrily smashed the wine glass in his hand and scolded, his eyes full of cold light.

Next, after Lin Han rested for a while, he went on stage to fight again, this time the opponent was a few points stronger than cold-blooded, and in the ring, a dull collision sound kept sounding.

Although Lin Han possessed the incomparably exquisite martial arts of Guiyuan Nine Transformations, he was a realm apart from the other party, and he could make up for it with that kind of fighting instinct and subtle moves.

A battle lasted for fifteen minutes, and in the end Lin Han won by a weak advantage, although he won, but he was also seriously injured, his ribs were broken several times, his body was full of scratches, his white robe was almost blood-colored, his whole body was extremely tired, and he didn't want to move.

Of course, the other party was also extremely miserable, breaking Lin Han's legs, breaking several ribs, his face was extremely swollen, and he lay motionless in the ring.

After the last, Lin Han was also helped out of the ring by the waiter and sent to Leng Yunyan's private room.

After Lin Han sat on the sofa, he bared his teeth for a while, and his whole body was in great pain, although the mysterious little puppet released energy to repair his body, but the pain was still unavoidable.

"How does it feel?" Leng Yunyan turned her head to look at Lin Han and asked.

"It's very cool, although I was injured, but after a battle, I obviously have a new understanding of martial arts." Lin Han took a mouthful of blood and said with a smile.

"Martial arts? It's not a matter of talking about it yet, now we're just fighting at best, only when we reach the Grandmaster Realm, we can barely get in touch with some, your injuries are very serious, are you sure you have no problem with yourself? Leng Yunyan frowned slightly, and asked with some concern.

"No problem, don't worry! I understand my body, so that's all for today's fight! Although I was able to recover, I still felt a little tired, so we will go to the old grandmother's for a bowl of noodles later, hehe. Lin Han smiled and said, while feeling the cool air flow constantly repairing his body.

"That's fine, your strength has improved a lot, if you can enter the middle stage of Ming Jin during the competition, there should be no suspense in this martial arts competition, unless there are some extremely perverted masters." Leng Yunyan reminded.

Lin Han nodded, then closed his eyes.