Chapter 1712: The winner is...

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"boom!"
Zhao Qinglong received a punch in the face, and the whole person flew out like a top. At the same time, a sharp sword-like qi pierced Haman's abdomen fiercely and exploded fiercely.
Haman retreated, and the clothes on his lower abdomen were torn open, blood seeped out instantly and dyed his clothes red.
Harman didn't care about the wound in his lower abdomen, and jumped up directly, and then smashed into Zhao Qinglong who had just landed like a missile.
Zhao Qinglong tried his best to roll over and rolled away, and Haman slammed into the ring.
Zhao Qinglong didn't care about the buzzing of his whole head, and turned over and ejected from the ground.
The original handsome face has been swollen completely, bruised, his eyes are bloodshot, the corners of his mouth are split, and blood stains are still hanging, and he looks embarrassed.
Although Haman seemed to be less injured than Zhao Qinglong from the outside, judging from the expanding range of blood on his abdomen clothes, he was not slightly injured.
When Haman pursued Wukong, he lowered his head and glanced at his abdomen. Seeing the blood that gradually expanded, Haman did not hesitate to activate the spirit explosion.
He must end this battle in the shortest time!
Otherwise, under the forced movement and pressure, his blood will gush out strongly, and soon he will lose a large amount of blood into shock or even die.
Zhao Qinglong looked at Haman's rapidly bulging muscles, knowing that Haman had used the Explosive Spirit technique and was ready to work hard, and he also did not hesitate to use the Zhao Family's secret technique.
Two people rushed up at the same time, and the picture suddenly became more and more tragic.
The surrounding audience members who were screaming for their cheers became quiet. Some audience members reached out to grab their hair, others had to reach out to cover their mouths, and even some female audience members were already red with smoke rings.
At this moment, many viewers have even forgotten the camp and national boundaries.
In their eyes, there are only two men fighting for honor.
Even if they are opponents of their country, they are equally worthy of respect!
"Crack!"
Haman's punch hit Zhao Qinglong's left arm severely, and Zhao Qinglong's left arm was directly interrupted by a punch.
Zhao Qinglong staggered back, his left arm drooped softly, and he couldn't use any strength anymore, his eyes were fixed on the opposite Haman, dodging, looking for opportunities.
Two people, one with a bruised nose and a swollen arm, and one broken abdomen, blood was flowing like a ghost.
Collision, injury, collision...
No matter what the move, it seems to be useless now, and some are just two beasts in a struggle.
When the two people once again slammed together like a urchin who would never fight, everyone's hearts seemed to tremble.
The two fell to the ground at the same time, and then stood up shaking at the same time, staring at each other fiercely.
"Stop fighting!"
A woman suddenly broke the silence with a slightly crying voice, and it sounded in the competition hall.
Both Zhao Qinglong and Haman seemed to be taken aback. They obviously didn't make such a shout, but after a moment, the expressions of the two became firm again.
No matter what, even if you fight for your life, this battle must be finished!
Zhao Qinglong rushed up again.
His speed is not too fast, because the duration of the secret technique is not short, the power in the body is quickly disappearing, but he rushed up with an arm hanging, without turning back!
Haman still did not step back. At this time, his lower abdomen was already dark red. He no longer knew how much blood he shed. The strength in his body decreased rapidly with the loss of blood. He even felt a slight dizziness. He knew that he time is limited.
Haman greeted him in silence, gathered the strength of his whole body, used his chest to face Zhao Qinglong's right fist, and then hit Zhao Qinglong's chest with a full blow.
The two flew out at the same time and smashed into the ring heavily.
This time, neither of them got up immediately.
Zhao Qinglong's chest ribs were broken, and Haman's bones seemed okay, but he coughed loudly and blood spilled from his mouth.
The two raised their heads hard and glanced hard at each other.
When they found that the other party was also seriously injured and fell to the ground, both of them panted, trying to turn over, supporting their bodies a little bit, trying to make themselves stand up ahead of their opponents.
The whole competition hall was silent.
Everyone held their breath and watched this scene. How many people’s eyes were rosy, and how many people’s tears flowed out of their eyes. They covered their mouths and prevented themselves from making a sound, as if they were afraid that their voice would disturb the two of them. The man who makes the last effort.
Zhao Qinglong stroked his chest with his right hand, first turned over half a circle, and then he stood up alone and slowly stood up. In the process, his body has been shaking, as if he was about to fall down at any time. , But after tens of seconds, he finally stood up shaking.
Zhao Qinglong's remaining right hand stroked his chest, with blood in his eyes. He moved his body step by step and walked towards Haman.
Haman watched Zhao Qinglong stand up, gritted his teeth, and stood up fiercely. He clenched his fist and prepared to punch Zhao Qinglong again.
In a situation like Zhao Qinglong, let alone the punch of a master, I am afraid that ordinary practitioners of the entry level can defeat him.
The eyes are blood red, the face is bruised, swollen like a pig's head, arms hanging, arched, staggering...
Zhao Qinglong finally walked in front of Haman, Haman took a deep breath, suddenly raised his fist, and slammed it forward.
Zhao Qinglong looked at the oncoming fist, did not move or hide.
He can't hide, he can't hide.
His ability to stand has exhausted the last bit of strength.
He watched his fist fly towards him, his eyes filled with a bit of unwillingness, but then he turned into determination again.
If you can't win, then use your life to commemorate this war!
Haman's fist flew halfway, and Haman's lower abdomen suddenly hurt, and his eyes went dark, and his body fell weakly forward. As a result, his fist deviated from the direction and brushed against Zhao Qinglong's body.
"boom!"
Haman smashed his body to the ground, not knowing his life or death.
Zhao Qinglong tried his best to open those swollen eyes~EbookFREE.me~ Looking at Haman on the ground, his eyes were shocked and unexpected, but immediately his eyes flashed with endless surprises.
Haman fainted?
He can't hold on anymore?
Then... I won?
I won!
Zhao Qinglong raised his right hand, ignoring the pain in his chest, and raised the thumb of his right hand high!
"The tenth game, winner Huaxia Zhao Qinglong!"
Whoosh whoosh...
Many figures rushed into the ring in an instant, but when the first person reached out just stretched out his hand and has not yet held Zhao Qinglong's swaying body, Zhao Qinglong's eyes are already dark, and his body falls to the ground...
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