Torru's whirlwind slash was fast and violent, his arms spinning in the air like two sledgehammers, blocking the entire space.

Marlowe was shot in the chest and flew upside down, and Torrou's blow was so hard to breathe that Marlowe rolled down into the distance and tried to catch his breath.

"Oh, good Tollu!"

"Well played!"

"Don't stop, give him one more time to end the fight!"

A slightly disappointed look flashed on Tunak's face, the future chief of the tribe can't be a reckless person, if he can't calmly judge the situation, it will bring ruin to the entire tribe, and I hope that his child will not give up easily, then it will be even more disappointing.

Oga shook his head imperceptibly, Marlowe's performance today is really much worse than in the past, this kid must not lose in a hurry to use the magic of the elves, it will be worse than losing in a fight.

Several of the tribe's dignitaries who stood with Tunak were also a little disappointed, and one of them had a sneering smile on his face, but he hid it well and did not find out.

However, not everyone was disappointed with Marlowe's performance, at least Paul and Pinak were still cheering for Marlowe.

"Marlowe, stand up, stand up!"

"Boy, are you lying on the ground trying to be a turtle with a shrunken head? Get up and punch him in the face with your fists!"

Despite the screams of Paul and Pinak, Marlowe remained motionless on the ground.

In fact, all the orcs present hoped that Marlowe would be able to stand up, because the battle had just begun, should it end so boringly? The orcs of the tribe are not cowards, courage can make them ignore the pain, and they even dare to pay the price of blood and even their lives for the sake of victory. As the son of a chief, Marlowe should be as brave as his father and not afraid of opponents who are stronger than himself.

But Marlowe was still lying on the ground and couldn't move, just when everyone was even more disappointed and booed at him, Marlowe moved, he stood up with both hands on the ground, the slam he received just now made him sober up, the blood-red light in his eyes gradually dissipated, and the killing, destruction, and bloodthirsty ** also began to be controlled by him.

Adjusting his breathing, Marlowe said in a deep voice: "I haven't lost yet!"

Torru is a warrior of the orc tribe, and in order to defend the glory of the warrior, he will not keep his hand because of the identity of the other party, because it is a desecration of the dignity of the tribal warriors, and it is also disrespectful to the opponent.

There is an old saying in the tribe that has been passed down for thousands of years, if you respect him, then beat him with your fists!

Torru decided to follow the words of his ancestors and used his fist to tell Marlowe what kind of strength he needed to put on the frostwolf cloak. He trotted two steps and suddenly leaped up, his fist of infinite power aimed straight at Marlowe's chest.

"Heroic Jump!"

Locked by Torroux again, Marlowe was once again passively caught in an inevitable situation, and it was too late to launch a counterattack, Marlowe raised his arms to make a blocking pose.

Boom!

Another vicious punch, Marlowe was beaten back more than a dozen steps, and the blow just now made his arms completely unconscious.

"Fortunately, my hand can still move, and it seems that I am only temporarily unconscious. Trying to clench his fists and finding that his hands could still move, Marlowe was slightly relieved. "You can't be chased by him, you have to fight back. ”

Marlowe began to wander around the field, waiting for his arm to fully regain sensation.

"The warriors of the tribe don't bounce around like you, come on, if you respect me, then fight me head-on!" Torru was a very strong but inflexible orc, and he couldn't help but be a little angry when he didn't catch Marlowe several times.

"If you wish, then let's compare our strength. Marlowe finally stopped, as the arm had regained consciousness.

The fists are clenched, and the arms are condensed. Marlowe fought back, his moves so flawed that any orc warrior could easily knock him down, but he fearlessly charged at Torru. In terms of combat skills, Marlowe is definitely not the opponent of the battle-hardened Torrou, and it is possible to draw only if he competes in strength.

Any orc warrior is proud, they are not afraid of the challenge of others, and this is the case with Torru, who does not feel that Marlowe, who is thinner than himself, can overcome himself in a contest of strength: "Strength and glory!"

Torroux also clenched his fists and rushed towards Marlowe.

I only heard a bang, and the fists of the two collided together without any fancy fancy, but the two did not stop, and after taking a few steps back, they raised their fists again to attack each other, and the two of them came and went to the end of their fists, this is a pure ** confrontation, the fists of the two, elbows, shoulders, knees, and heads have all become weapons to attack each other.

"Yes, beat him, this is the momentum that an orc should have, beat him!"

"Marlowe, watch your neck, quick, take advantage of the time to punch him in the face!"

"Torru, you kid can't even beat a child, fight back with your fists!"

Every time the two hit each other, the surrounding crowd would erupt in a burst of enthusiastic cheers, this is the battle they want to see, there is no skill competition, no magic competition, just the primitive hand-to-hand fight between the two, the two fists to the flesh made a loud bang, and someone in the crowd suddenly began to cheer for Marlowe.

Marlowe's appearance of almost giving up defense and attacking infected, which of the orcs did not grow up in the beating from childhood to adulthood, and even if they were beaten, they had to grit their teeth, because the orcs never believed in tears! Perhaps it was Marlowe's face full of dredging and fighting back that reminded the orcs of the past beaten years, and some people took the lead in singing a sonorous tribal nursery rhyme very appropriately, which is a song that they will never forget.

"Fist

fist

Steel-cast fists

The boss of the Thom family has a steel-forged fist

Sharp teeth

Sharp teeth

Poor sharp teeth

The second child of the Thom family has his teeth knocked out

Don't be afraid

Don't be afraid

Don't be afraid, second child

Next year your fist will be harder than steel

Hit him

Hit him

Sooner or later, the boss of the Thom family will be you

beat

Lying

under

......

Oh!"

As the song ended, the crowd erupted in a loud cheer, because the end of the battle was already clear by this time, and Marlowe became more and more ferocious, completely ignoring Tolru's punches, he grabbed the opponent's legs and flipped them to the ground, which was far less than Torru's strong body, and then punched Tolru's head one after another.

Marlowe was beaten by Tolru and his face was covered in blood, and it was the other party's turn to pay the price!

Torroux tried to roll over and shake off Marlowe, but the other party held his neck and kept punching his face.

"Ahh Carrying all of Marlow's weight and strength, Torru's body was moving off the ground little by little.

Like a beast fighting for his life, Marlowe suddenly grabbed Torru's head, then leaned back and slammed his head into it.

Boom!

One time......

Boom!

Double-click......

......

Until the two of them were covered in blood and their faces were so swollen that they couldn't see their original appearance, Torru finally fell to the ground with his hands down, and he was no longer able to fight.

"Hahaha, win, Marlowe, you win!" Pinak and Paul rushed forward and lifted Marlowe, who was star-eyed, into the air. "Our chief's son has won!" (Ladies and gentlemen, please put away the first chapter of today, for today's second chapter will be sent around eleven o'clock in the evening.) ）