In the Hellgate arena arena area, a bearded, purple-skinned alien is battling an alien with explosive muscles all over his body.

The two of you punch me and punch me, and they fight back and forth, and they are evenly matched, and it is difficult to distinguish the winner in a short period of time.

After dozens of rounds, both fighters were already seriously injured, one of them was covered in blood, and the other had even dislocated his arm.

Although the scene was bloody, the spectators in the surrounding audience were generally excited, screaming, screaming, reveling, excited by the gore and violence.

The final fight ended with the purple-skinned alien victorious.

The muscular alien, now dying and half-dead, was carried on a medical stretcher by several staff members.

"After a fierce fight, in the anxious waiting of our audience, the result is finally out!"

The host, dressed in a formal dress and wearing sunglasses, raised the winner's arm in the ring and announced loudly through the megaphone on the headset, "The top 16 advanced to the top 8 format, and this seventh and one of the top eight players was born!" Congratulations to Phillips for his 10,000 Star Dollars prize for advancing to the Quarterfinals! ”

"Wow!"

"It didn't disappoint me!"

"Phillips is well done!"

In the audience, many spectators cheered for Phillips' victory.

"Damn, I lost the bet again!"

"What a crap!"

"This bastard has lived up to my expectations!"

However, in the audience, there were also many people cursing with resentment, their expressions were dejected, they were depressed because of the defeat of another alien, and they bet a lot of money on this player, but this waste didn't even squeeze into the quarterfinals, which is really disappointing!

"No wonder the two sides fought like that, and they insisted on continuing to fight, and they swore not to give up if they didn't fight to the death."

Qi Yu pinched his chin and thought thoughtfully, "It turns out that if you advance to one of the top eight, as long as you cross that threshold, you can get a bonus of 10,000 star coins." ”

10,000 star coins is almost equivalent to the value of 100,000 Huaxia coins on the earth, and ordinary people's annual income may not have this amount.

And these current martial artists don't even have to win the championship, they only need to squeeze into the quarterfinals, and have a place among those eight people, and they can get the income that ordinary people can only get after about two years of hard work.

Sure enough, it was stimulated by money that their primitive beastly nature was completely stimulated.

In the ring area of the fighting arena, Phillips, who successfully advanced to one of the quarterfinals, was injured and came to the rest area of the fighter's waiting area.

The host continued to drive the warm atmosphere of the scene, looking at the content displayed on the smart device on his wrist, and shouted loudly, "Next are the last two players to compete for one of the top eight places in this eighth!" ”

"Now, our other two contestants, Alonso, known as the Bloodthirsty Maniac, and Emile, the self-proclaimed Super Soldier? Bronsky! ”

"Alonso!"

"Alonso!"

"Alonso!"

"Bronsky!"

"Bronsky!"

"Bronsky!"

After the host read the names of the contestants, the audience was immediately divided into two factions.

One faction is in favor of the bloodthirsty Alonso and the other is in favor of the super-soldier Emile? Bronsky's. Both factions are chanting the names of the two PK players in a neat and rhythmic manner, confronting each other.

"The emir is finally on the field."

Qi Yu crossed Erlang's legs, leaned back on his seat, and a smile appeared on his face, "It seems that this unlucky ghost called a bloodthirsty madman should be beaten badly in a while." ”

In fact, through the fight between the two aliens just now, Qi Yu can roughly judge that those two players have not even reached the transcendent life level, and at most they can only be regarded as very outstanding ordinary people, and they can only fight ten with their bare hands, and they are not extraordinary at all.

And even if Emir does not sacrifice a berserk and hateful personality, he is a super soldier who is not weaker than Captain America, and it is naturally very simple to defeat a player who has not even entered the quarterfinals.

However, Qi Yu does not have the ability to predict the future after all, these judgments are only conclusions inferred from his observation of existing phenomena and objective data, and the specific outcome will have to continue to be seen in the martial arts.

After the host finished speaking, Emile and Alonso, the two players competing for the quarterfinals, warmed up and quickly went on stage.

"If you get on your knees and beg for mercy now, you still have a chance to save your life."

Alonso, a strong man about two meters tall with explosive muscles and a large tattoo of a bloody skull, pointed at the emir on the opposite side and arrogantly threatened, "Otherwise, I will definitely beat you to death in a while. Bitch raised waste torn! ”

"You shameless guy, preemptively said my lines."

The emir spread his hands, and a mocking smile hung on his face, with a hint of contempt.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!"

Hearing the bell ring, Alonso took a rough step and rushed towards the Emile with great vigour.

I saw Emile snort in disdain, and quickly turned around to avoid the cannonball-like attack of a large man like Alonso.

Alonso acted relatively clumsily, and when he realized that he hadn't hit his target, he quickly turned around and tried again.

It's a pity that as soon as he turned around, the emir swept him to the ground on the spot with a clean movement.

Taking advantage of the victory, the emir stooped down and lifted the massive man, weighing at least three hundred pounds, high above his head, and then threw him down to the ground.

Bang!

A small piece of the stony ground beneath his feet was shattered by Alonso's body.

It wasn't because Alonso was the body, it was simply because the Emil was too strong.

"Ahem!"

Alonso's back was shattered by the heavy blow, and a mouthful of blood coughed out of his mouth.

He couldn't even open his eyes at the moment, and he was lying on the ground struggling in pain.

If Alonso hadn't insulted himself before, Émile would not have beaten him so badly, but since the other party had just insulted himself with a rampant and arrogant posture, he had to be taught a painful lesson.

After all, Emir was a person who even Hulk dared to be tough back then, and now although he was ambushed by Qi Yu as a servant, his bloody nature and brutality were actually not reduced back then.

Alonso had been badly wounded, and was almost victorious.

But the emir had no intention of letting him go.

The emir fell back more than ten meters, and then came a run-up sprint, and finally jumped several meters high.

As he landed from a height, he slammed his feet on Alonso's chest.

"Oh-"

With a heart-rending scream, Alonso's sternum and ribs were instantly shattered, and her internal organs were severely shattered.

Before dying, he raised his neck and splattered a mouthful of blood.

Then he completely lost his breath, and his dead eyes were forever fixed in the unwilling eyes.

At the same time, many people couldn't help but curse with resentment on their faces when they saw that Alonso, who chose to be staked, was beaten to death in three or two strokes.

They thought the big guy would win, but they didn't expect to be knocked out in just three rounds.

So while cursing, he crumpled the betting tickets in his hand and threw them away, or tore them into a cloud of paper flowers and scattered, and a small number of people were so angry that they left the venue directly.

"Wow, Alonso died so badly."

In the fighting ring area, the host trotted up again, looking at the corpse that was carried on a stretcher and covered in blood, and couldn't help but shudder.

He raised his hand and excitedly announced, "The round of 16 has advanced to the top 8 format, and this last player in the top eight has finally been born!" Congratulations to our super-soldier Emir? Bronski will receive a prize of 10,000 Star Coins for advancing to the quarterfinals! ”

Amid the cheers of tens of thousands of people in the audience, a satisfied smile bloomed on the corner of the emir's mouth.

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