The height of a stout man is probably nearly two meters.

Ye Dill stared at her eyes in shock, and she mechanically turned her head to look at Gu Qingqiu: "When you choose your dueling opponents, that's how you pick?" ”

Normal people are picks who look weaker than themselves and can guarantee that they will definitely win.

Although she didn't think that this sturdy man would definitely be better than Gu Qingqiu, it was obvious that the advantages of height and figure would also make Gu Qingqiu not so easy to deal with.

Gu Qingqiu raised his chin slightly, and his expression was arrogant: "An opponent who is too weak is not worthy of dirty my hands." ”

Ye Dill: "......"

He's quite proud.

While she was talking, the fat woman suddenly ran towards Ye Dill .

Despite the fat woman's fat body, she runs very fast.

As she ran, the entire ring seemed to vibrate, making everyone else in the ring feel their bodies shake.

The most noticeable sensation is, of course, the lightest leaf dill.

When Ye Dill turned her head to look at the fat woman, the fat woman was already very close to her, and as long as she stretched out her fist, she could smash a hole in her face.

But Ye Dill did not panic at all.

She quickly took out the [Twilight Sword] and slashed towards the fat woman's chest.

Sword or fist, in the end, which one will hurt more, it goes without saying.

In particular, the fat woman's fist was only aimed at Ye Dill's face, but Ye Dill's sword was aimed at the fat woman's heart.

The fat woman had to stop her steps and forcibly run a few steps to the side to avoid Ye Dill's blade. Variety Literature

At the same time, Gu Qingqiu and the strong man also fought.

Facts have proved that a strong man is indeed not Gu Qingqiu's opponent, but relying on the advantage of height and figure, he can also drag Gu Qingqiu for a while.

Before the fat woman had time to stabilize her figure, Ye Dill had already followed the fat woman's footsteps.

By the time the fat woman had just stood firm, the blade of the [Twilight Sword] had already pressed against the fat woman's neck.

"You should know you're going to lose." Ye Dill's tone was calm, "After all, you don't even have a weapon. ”

"It's just because my arm injury isn't completely healed that you caught the flaw," the fat woman was unconvinced, "If it was the best time before, my punching speed would be even faster than it is now!" ”

Ye Dill didn't speak, just stared at the fat woman.

Her light brown eyes were calm, but they seemed to be thinking about something.

The fat woman shouted again: "If you have the ability, you wait for me to recover from my injury, and we will duel again!" ”

"Do you know why I picked you as an opponent?" Ye Dill suddenly asked such a question.

"You just want to get revenge on me." The fat woman spat heavily.

"You guessed wrong." Ye Dill said, her wrist flipped, and the [Twilight Sword] in her hand changed direction, instantly piercing into the shoulder blade of the fat woman who had not fully recovered, "It's because I see that you want to take revenge on me." ”

Although she doesn't like to kill indiscriminately, she will not let people who are absolutely hostile to her grow unchecked.

To be too merciful to one's enemies is to be cruel to oneself.

She is well aware of this.

The fat woman screamed in pain and suddenly fell to her knees.

The cold air emitted by the [Frost Sword] did not make her feel numb to the pain, but because the cold came too quickly, she felt that her heart was pierced by an ice pick.