Zhao Ting's words caused a wave of cheers from the audience on the field, and the shouts continued, and the audience who supported Ma Zhen just now also turned to Zhao Ting at this moment. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Needless to say, who is Zhao Ting? It's a star player who only occasionally shoots in big games, can the audience not be excited to see him play here?

Compared with the enthusiasm of the audience, Ma Zhen is a little unhappy with the guy in front of him, dealing with himself with one hand? This guy is inevitably too arrogant, he was a little annoyed in his heart, and Ma Zhen immediately put on a posture after the referee announced the start.

Ma Zhen rushed forward and smashed Zhao Ting with an uppercut, facing Ma Zhen's uppercut, Zhao Ting was full of sneers, his palms were slapped downward, and the seemingly understated movements contained strength.

Seeing that the other party did not dodge, Ma Zhen was happy in his heart, compared to strength, it was exactly what he wanted, if he was like before, he was afraid that he would continue to be abused, and only by finding a chance could he win, the actions of the person in front of him, in Ma Zhen's view, completely gave up the advantage of his combat experience.

What arrogance!

A smile appeared on Ma Zhen's face, and that punch had already touched Zhao Ting's palm.

Syllable!

The fist was wrapped in the palm of the hand, and instead of continuing as expected, it seemed to be blocked by a steel-like railing, and it was difficult to move forward even further.

"That's how your power is?"

Zhao Ting's eyes showed unsittingness, he stared at Ma Zhen and smiled, the palm he was holding suddenly slammed, and the huge power instantly passed down Ma Zhen's fist.

Wow~~~ Peng!!

With a heavy fall, Ma Zhen's entire body hit the ground, the blood in his body churned, and he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.

"If that's your strength, then you're too weak."

Zhao Ting stepped forward, and kicked Ma Zhen's lower abdomen directly with a wind blade on his foot, and Ma Zhen's bent body hit the railing along the ground like a sack that had been thrown, suspended in mid-air.

Ma's trembling body recovered quickly, because of the relationship between the giant blood pill, the injuries in the body recovered very quickly, and he slowly stood up with one hand supporting his body, but he fought in an instant, and the difference in strength between the two was undoubtedly displayed.

"I ......"

Seeing Ma Zhen stand up, Zhao Ting's eyes were playful, and the corners of his lips lifted.

"The weak should lie down obediently."

The speed of his body increased instantly, and Zhao Ting appeared above Ma Zhen, and slammed his foot on Ma Zhen's shoulder, a huge blow made Ma Zhen's body collapse to the ground again.

Preparing for the room, Mo Xiaotian looked at Ma Zhen who was lying down again on the big screen, his eyes narrowed slightly, he clearly saw that Ma Zhen was just about to speak, then Zhao Ting deliberately did not let Ma Zhen surrender, Mo Xiaotian and Ma Zhen explained, if you encounter a big gap in strength, you must give up immediately, the gap is too big, and the effect of exercise will not be obvious, but that guy doesn't give Ma Zhen a chance to give up at all.

Being trampled under his feet again and again, standing up again and again, Ma Zhen, who was originally ready to admit defeat, had red eyes, and every time he stood up, he rushed towards Zhao Ting frantically, and Zhao Ting was playing Ma Zhen with a playful face, although it was surprising that this guy was so durable, but the strength of the other party did not pose any threat to him at all, how could this opportunity to show himself be easily let go.

Burst~

Blood spurted out, Ma Zhen hit the railing, his body was already stained with blood in many places, and just as he was about to continue rushing up, a voice sounded in his ears on the track

"Xiao Zhen!"

Ma Zhen's body was shocked, and when he saw Mo Xiaotian who walked out of the preparation room, his bloodshot eyes full of madness regained a trace of his senses.

"This player, it's not you yet, how can you leave the preparation room early."

"Haha!"

Ma Zhen laughed, and his body stepped back towards the outside of the field, and to everyone's expectations, Ma Zhen smiled at the referee in the ring.

"Then it's my brother's turn." His gaze looked at Zhao Ting, who was invincible and full of arrogance, and the original crazy hatred turned into a meaningful smile at this moment, "Good luck." ”

"Since the No. 7 Ma Zhen player fell out of the field and was eliminated, the winner of this game, Zhao Ting!"

"Zhao Ting!" "Zhao Ting"...... The audience cheered.

"So since the No. 8 player has arrived at the bottom of the ring, then let me invite the No. 8 player Mo Xiaotian to appear!"

Mo Xiaotian's footsteps were shocked, his body jumped, and he went to the martial arts arena.

"Wow, this guy looks like he's got some strength."

"Well, it seems that this person seems to know the same Ma Zhen just now."

"So what? His opponent is Zhao Ting, no matter how powerful he is, he will never be Zhao Ting's opponent. ”

"Hahaha, too, but this game should be like this, it's exciting for powerful people to fight each other."

……

The audience was hotly discussed, and some of them put their bets on Mo Xiaotian, although it was very small, but the odds were several times.

"In such a hurry to find death? I hope you're more useful than that crap, otherwise it's going to be boring. ”

"Don't worry, it's going to be fun, and besides, I'll give you a hand too."

Mo Xiaotian looked at Zhao Ting coldly and said.

Zhao Ting couldn't help laughing when he heard this, "What a big breath, but you can brag about it now." ”

Mo Xiaotian was too lazy to talk nonsense, he looked at the referee, "Let's start!" ”

Seeing Mo Xiaotian's expression ignoring himself, Zhao Ting's heart was filled with hatred, and he decided that he must repair this kid well, so that he could know what it means to be high and thick.

The referee gives the order, and the game begins!

Mo Xiaotian looked at Zhao Ting with a flat gaze, one hand behind his back, and the other hand slowly stretched out towards Zhao Ting, and his palm was hooked towards Zhao Ting.

"Damn, this Mo Xiaotian is so arrogant."

"He really plans to compete with Zhao Ting with one hand? It's too arrogant. ”

"I thought he was joking, but I didn't expect this guy to be so provocative."

"If he's like this, he'll definitely be beaten badly."

"That's also self-made, there is a saying that doesn't say so, pretending to be forced to be struck by lightning, no do nodie."

The audience was hotly discussed, boiling because of Mo Xiaotian's arrogant actions.

The man in the plaid shirt inside the underground arena also unexpectedly stared at the arrogant young man on the big screen at this moment, with a disapproving smile on his face.

"The strength may be possible, but I don't know how thick the sky is."

"He will only anger Zhao Ting like this, and I am afraid that he will die." One of the stewards behind him said.

……

In the ring

The smile on Zhao Ting's face slowly converged, and he looked at Mo Xiaotian who stretched out a hand, and the anger in his eyes had been successfully ignited.

"Find your own death, no wonder others!" (To be continued.) )