The Flower of Black Thorns withered, and before Lunt could kick her off the field, the owner waved his hand, and two thugs quickly stepped up to the stage and dragged her away.

This woman is not only a boxer, but also a very useful prop, a prop that can excrete desire.

At least the one in the room enjoyed her service very much.

The tragic situation of the flower of black thorns shocked the audience, this big boy on the field really didn't treat her as a sexy stunner.

The audience gradually became agitated.

"It's too ruthless, such a stunner is dangling in front of him, and he doesn't even look at it?"

"Yes, if I go up, I can see her to death!"

"Hmph, I'm afraid she kicked you in the head before you could see her die! This is the flower of black thorns, and we should pay attention to the fact that this person actually won against her! ”

"It's not just that I won, but it's easy to win, but he can really do it, that woman's stomach should be a mess."

"Tsk, I'm going to play, I definitely can't beat her a little, I'd rather die under her long legs of ecstasy!"

Lunt didn't care about the audience's reaction, he only cared about Madeleine's feelings, and the big man shook his head and looked proudly at his companions.

Madeleine took the lead, and everyone gave a thumbs up to Lent, including Elena, who was covered by Orfina, and she also extended two.

Lent was encouraged by the smile on Madeleine's lips and stretched out her finger to the owner without looking back.

Provoked by this, the owner began to strip his clothes one by one.

Rogge, who had excellent eyesight, suddenly saw that on the necklace around the neck of the owner, there was a badge that he was very familiar with, a shield, and a few snowflakes, which was the family crest of the Frost Shield family that he had seen on Viscount Donn.

"This Black Thorn Fighting Arena is actually the property of the Frost Shield family, and the person in that room can't happen to be Tang En." Rogge thought to himself.

Don must have known that Lisa's participation in the Imperial College competition would most likely come to Oldens with his pestering bad character.

And such a ruthless person has a high probability of seeking excitement in his own dirty fighting arena.

Remembering Donn's last words to the crowd in Port Ipney, and Lent's kick that flew him, Rogge made a few covert gestures to Lent.

The communication between the good buddies doesn't need to be too complicated, and Lent nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.

The owner went on the field shirtless, and did not forget to make a pre-war speech, "Boy, I underestimate you if you can defeat the Flower of Black Thorns, but this is really your last battle, what else do you want to say, hurry up and talk to that chick." ”

Lunt was unmoved, he used words to make people think, he had seen a lot, and the eldest sister Orfina often used Madeleine to count him down when she practiced with him, and the key was that it was still very effective.

Seeing that Lunt didn't react, the owner decided to increase his efforts, and his ordinary face became obscene, and he said with a strange smile: "What, don't believe it?" That's your woman over there? Oh, maybe not. But it's okay, I've decided to spare your life, I'm going to play with her in front of you and torture her to death! ”

In a sense, the owner of the field won because he found the soft underbelly of Lent and succeeded in infuriating him.

But in another sense, he lost, completely because he didn't see the true strength of Lunt clearly.

The owner of the Black Thorn Fighting Arena is a high-level martial artist who has survived one death fight after another, and has been promoted and reused by the Frostshield family.

Exposed to the erosive life of the aristocracy, coupled with some power, the owner of the farm changed.

The daily training is so-so, the diet is not controlled, and it overdraws too much energy on the woman's belly.

A few years have passed, he has not advanced but retreated, his body is no longer as vigorous as before, and not only that, but even the accurate judgment of his opponent has been lost.

But his perception of his strength has not changed, and he still feels that he is invincible.

In his opinion, Lent is just a kid with a bit of strength, winning three games in a row, so what's the point? In the face of those trash fish, he can easily do it.

Since it is a child, there is a high probability that the heart is not firm, no, if you say two more cruel words, you will immediately lose your proportion.

"Well, let me teach you this last lesson, after all, the adult in the room wants your life."

Thinking of this, the owner wiped his hands from the edge of his pants, and between the ring and middle fingers of his fists, there were two more short but sharp fist blades.

Lent was really angry, and he didn't care what others scolded him, but as long as someone humiliated Madeleine, he wanted to tear that person to shreds.

He only beat the previous gangster half to death, and that was because his good buddy Rogge specially instructed him to keep his breath. But just now, Rogge signaled to him that the person in front of him was an enemy, so there was no need to keep his hand.

That's great, I can finally slaughter him, and vent the violent elements that have accumulated in my heart that Nasak's many people are particularly prone to.

Lent bared her teeth and smiled a smile that even Madeleine found a little ugly.

"Yo, you can still laugh, let's die!" Seeing that the mood was almost brewing, the owner of the field exploded with his fists and attacked Lent first!

The owner of the field is following the path of the assassin's attack, which is fast and the angle of attack is tricky.

But Lunte, who is often tortured by Sonya, has seen what it means to be really fast and tricky, and the big man accurately judged the attack route, but he didn't dodge, ignoring the fist blade that reflected the cold light of the forest, and grabbed the owner's fists with both palms!

The owner was shocked, he didn't expect Lent to keep up with his speed, and he didn't expect him to catch him directly.

At this time, it was too late to change the move, and the owner gritted his teeth and continued to attack with all his might.

"Whew!" The sharp blade entered the flesh, and the fist blade carrying the strength penetrated the palm of Lunte's hand, and he didn't care about the pain of Lent, who was very sluggish, and used all his strength to firmly grasp the owner's fists, agitating the strength and squeezing hard!

The owner's fist suddenly heard the mournful sound of the bones of "click, click, click", and cold sweat instantly flowed from his forehead.

The owner gritted his teeth and struggled as hard as he could, but he couldn't break free from Lent's grip no matter what, and suddenly raised his foot and knocked on the ground, and a sharp blade sprang out from the front end of his shoe, and kicked Lent's crotch with great speed!

I have just experienced the flirting legs of the Flower of Black Thorns, and this time there is an enhanced version, but Lunt has already prepared.

His logic is very simple, the opponent has a sharp blade in his hand, so he also has it on his feet.

Lunt threw the owner directly over his head with both hands, and then threw him to the ground with all his might!

"Bang!" The trick used to smash the monster was so powerful that a human-shaped pit was smashed into the ground.

Before Lent let go of the hand holding the opponent's fist, he raised his foot and kicked his head hard while the owner of the field was smashed!

"Click!" The owner's head visibly shrank into his neck, and his strength dissipated suddenly, and his whole body became stiff and then soft from a tense struggle.

The Black Thorn Fighting Arena, an environment full of violence and gore, can easily make people violent.

Lent had been suppressing himself before, but now he looked at the owner of the field, who was no longer able to fight back, and remembered the dirty words he had just said, and his blood suddenly surged.

The big guy kicked his two feet between the elbows of the owner's arms, and the second time he even directly brought down the entire upper arm, and then kicked his knees, so that he could no longer use the cruel legs.

The last punch slammed into the owner's heart, shattering his heart and cutting off his life.

Lunt yelled, grabbed the owner and threw it into the room, and the owner "poofed" on the special one-way window and slid to the ground like a puddle of mud.

"Ahh There was a faint scream in the room that was originally well soundproofed, and you can imagine how frightened the owner of the sound was.

If Lent listened carefully, the voice would have felt familiar, but he didn't have the heart to listen carefully.

Lent gave vent to his anger, sobered up, looked at his hands in some confusion, and then turned to Madeleine, to his companions.

Madeleine pursed her lips with a somewhat serious expression, and Lent's heart tightened, and she lowered her head like a big boy who had done something wrong.

"Gone." Rogge greeted.

At this time, the audience reacted to what happened, the owner of the field who once dominated the fight to the death was thrown out of the field by this big boy like garbage, looking at that state, most of them were dying.

It's simply ...... It's so exciting!

The audience doesn't care about the life or death of the owner, they just want to watch the excitement, they just love to watch the excitement.

There were no bloody scenes in the fights in Lent, but they were hilarious, so they cheered and cheered for the newly born King of Deathmatch.

And Lent, without the calmness and calmness of the fight just now, lowered his head and walked towards Madeleine step by step, his steps heavy.

The big man plucked up the courage to look at his sweetheart and said, "Linlin, I ......"

"Let's get out of here first." Madeleine stretched out her hand to Lent, and when she saw that his gaze was suddenly dull and did not move, she grabbed Lente's still dripping palm and pulled him out of the field.

In this fighting arena, almost all of them are people who have dark hearts and yearn for violence, and their cheers are nothing to be nostalgic for, and everyone drives away the thugs who guard the door and leaves.

Cross the side of the Nalan River tributary in the city of Odens.

The river reflects the moonlight, and the waves are sparkling, but the light is still very dim, and you can only hear the sound of running water, and you can't really see the details of the river.

Orfina healed the wounds on Lent's palm and arm, and did not forget to comfort the depressed boy, "Big stupid bear, don't be sad, Linlin doesn't want you anymore, cheer up!" ”

"I ...... I was wrong. Lent muffled.

Lent regrets not being able to control his emotions in the end when he fights the owner, causing violence to take over his brain.

Before coming to Odens, Rogge had just taught the students a lesson about being calm and not impulsive.

Lunt made a mistake and was able to win this time because he was much better than his opponent, but what about the next time? You know, many powerful people are also masters of verbal attacks.

Rogge patted his buddy on the shoulder and said, "Lunt, as a Sarkman, it's good that you can control yourself to this extent. Today I asked you to play just to make you know yourself better. ”

"Each of us has violence in our hearts, but there will be more violent moments in the Saxo, you must learn to control yourself, firmly control your body, and not be swayed by your emotions."

Roger paused, gave Madeleine a look, and continued, "Only then will Madeleine like you even more!" ”

Lunte's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he looked up at Madeleine and asked, "Linlin, is it true?" ”

Madeleine rolled her eyes and replied softly, "Hmm." ”

Lent instantly came back to life full of blood, full of energy.

He decided that no matter what his opponent said in the future, he would not be affected.

Big deal to tear his mouth apart.