Chapter 1160: Pei Wu is in danger!

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"Does anyone want to abstain?"
The voice of US Defense Minister Jefferson resounded through the audience.
As soon as the voice fell, a black warrior on the eighth ring quickly raised his hand.
"I... I want to abstain!"
The black warrior comes from a small African country with limited strength. He came to the martial arts conference to gain knowledge, but he did not expect the rules of the game to be so cruel.
In the first group of knockouts, all ten losers died, which caused him a great excitement.
And now, his opponent is a genetic warrior of the Tsarist kingdom, which makes him unable to offer any courage to fight.
"Hey..." The Tsarist gene warrior grinned, and said with a throat: "Black guy, you made the wisest choice!"
Next, two more warriors chose to abstain.
The players who competed against them, although they could not search for the loot, but also saved their strength, avoided injuries, and were able to better carry out the next game.
However, Pei Wu did not choose to abstain, but tensed all over, ready to go, adjusting her body to its best condition.
"The second group arena, start!"
As soon as the voice fell, Jin Jong-hyun jumped out like a cheetah, and rushed towards Pei Wu with a force of destruction.
Although he despised Pei Wu on the surface, he really did not take pity on Yu Yu when he really started, and he used a killer move as soon as he came up.
"Sweep the legs!"
Kim Jong-hyun yelled, and kicked his right leg out like the autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, fiercely.
Although Taekwondo is named after "boxing", the real moves are mainly the leg technique, which accounts for about 70% of the total technique system.
Compared to the flashy moves of the round kick and the whirlwind kick, the sweeping legs are not very attractive, but the lethality is amazing. If an ordinary martial artist is swept, the leg bones will instantly shatter and limp to the ground.
However, Pei Wu is not a flower in a greenhouse. He fights on the front line all the year round, and has experienced countless life and death trials. How can he be scared.
The next moment, Pei Wu tapped his toes, and the Jiao body deftly retreated one meter back, avoiding this menacing leg.
However, Kim Jong-hyun gave her any chance to breathe, and her legs were like sharp scissors, opening and closing, attacking every part of Bae Wu's body.
Every move and every style is infinitely powerful, mixed with strong wind, and possesses the power of breaking the stone.
Because of her gender limitation, Pei Wu is inherently inferior in strength to men, and she does not dare to shake it hard. If she is accidentally kicked, the consequences will be unimaginable.
Soon, Kim Jong-hyun forced her to the corner of the ring, unable to retreat.
"Little Chinese ladies, go to death!"
With that, Kim Jong-hyun kicked his side and hit Bae Wu's face.
At the moment of the moment, the corners of Pei Wu's mouth that had been pursed, suddenly rose slightly, and her white as jade wrists were inserted into her clothes.
"Wow!"
The cold light flashed.
The Jinghong sword used by the sword sage Pei Min in the prosperous Tang Dynasty once again appeared in the world, slashing at Jin Jong-hyun's right leg like a gallop, leaving an afterimage in the air at such a speed.
In an instant, Kim Jong-hyun's hair was erected, as if being stared at by some terrifying beast, feeling a strong death crisis, and forcibly retracting his legs.
If so, his movements are still a bit slow.
"She!"
The sword fell with his hand, and red blood splashed out.
On the inner side of Kim Jong-hyun's right thigh, there was a wound seven or eight centimeters long. Although it was not too deep, the blood still gurgled out and dyed his pants red.
If Kim Jong-hyun's reaction was a little slower just now, it would not be the thigh that was cut, but the vital part three inches below the abdomen, which might be castrated on the spot.
Thinking of this, Kim Jong-hyun's forehead was sweating, and he was afraid for a while.
However, Pei Wu did not give him any chance to breathe.
Pei Wu, who is holding the Jinghong sword, seems to be a person. The light of the sword flickers, speeds like thunder and lightning, turns like a dragon, jumps like a tiger, but in line with her petite and slender figure, her gestures reveal a dance-like appearance. The beauty is like nine flying immortals.
Kim Jong-hyun’s kung fu is all on his leg. Now that his thigh is injured, it will definitely affect his performance. Faced with such a fierce offensive, he will be even more embarrassed. Soon there will be more than a dozen bone-visible wounds on his body, and shocking. .
The scale of victory seems to have fallen to Pei Wu's side.
...
"Ho ho ho!"
Suddenly, there was a beast-like roar deep in Jin Jong-hyun's throat.
Because of the strong cry, his facial features were distorted, his eyes were extremely hideous, his eyes were red, revealing monstrous hatred, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Smelly lady, you forced me! I want to kill you!!!"
With that, Jin Jong-hyun quickly took out a small pill from his pocket and swallowed it in one bite.
Immediately, a coquettish blush appeared on his face, his body soared, and the air around him seemed to freeze.
Upon seeing this, Pei Wu's face changed drastically, and she felt an invisible pressure, as if a huge rock was pressing on her chest, extremely depressed.
She knew that Jin Jong-hyun should have taken some forbidden drugs, and through the way of overdrawing vitality, in exchange for a strong explosive power in a short time.
However, in this martial arts conference, the use of drugs is not prohibited, so his behavior is not illegal.
In the next moment, a cruel smile appeared on Kim Jong-hyun's face, as if he could not feel the pain of the wound on his body, he pounced at Pei Wu again, at least several times faster than before.
Even at a certain distance, Pei Wu could feel the murderous aura. She didn't dare to be negligent, and subconsciously waved the Jinghong Sword to respond to the enemy.
"too slow!"
Jin Jong-hyun said coldly, then appeared in front of her like a ghost, escaped the attack of Jinghong Sword, and kicked Pei Wu's abdomen fiercely.
"Peng!"
There was a loud noise, and Pei Wu seemed to be hit by a cannonball. He flew upside down more than ten meters and hit the transparent light shield on the edge of the ring.
She struggled to get up from the ground, her eyebrows furrowed, her pretty face pale and bloodless, and her delicate body shuddered involuntarily, as if suffering a great deal of pain.
Just now, Kim Jong-hyun's kick broke her several ribs, let alone continue fighting, every time she breathed, she could feel the piercing pain.
However, Kim Jong-hyun, who was in a state of excitement, was mad and rushed again, as if treating her as a sandbag.
"Boom boom boom boom!"
The sound of intensive beating came one after another, endlessly.
Soon, Pei Wu was bruised all over her body, her anger was like floating, red blood oozing from the corner of her mouth, like a flower that was about to wither, and if she was careless, she would die.
...
Seeing this scene, many Chinese elites in the audience couldn't help shouting:
"Pei Wu, give up!"
"Yes! It's okay to lose a game, we still have us next!"
"Don't hold on anymore, if this goes on... you will be killed!"
However, according to the rules of the Budo Contest, unless the contestant surrenders himself, no one else can make a decision for the contestant.
On the arena, Jin Jong-hyun looked at her condescendingly, and said fiercely: "Little Chinese ladies, don't you admit defeat? I have taken the spirit pill given by the master, and my strength has doubled. You can definitely not be my opponent!"
Hearing this, Pei Wu still gritted his teeth and didn't mean to admit defeat at all, and said coldly: "I am a Chinese warrior, I can be destroyed, but I will not be defeated, let alone surrender!"
"go to hell!"
Speaking of the end, Pei Wu seemed to exhaust all her strength, desperately, stabbing a sword,
However, in the eyes of Kim Jong-hyun, who was soaring in strength, this sword appeared soft and light, vulnerable to a blow.
"Get me down!"
Kim Jong-hyun's cat lowered her body, swept her legs, and kicked Pei Wu's ankle fiercely.
"thump!"
Pei Wu didn't have time to dodge at all. He was kicked upright. He lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground. The previously broken rib was hit twice.
Pei Wu let out a muffled grunt, and it was almost painful to faint.
"This Chinese girl is really spicy, so I'll have fun with you! Hehehe..."
Kim Jong-hyun let out a sly smile and rushed to Bae Wu.
"Stab!"
Hearing only a sharp tearing sound, Pei Wu's samurai clothes were torn apart severely. Happy together, exposing large areas of bronzed skin.
Although training outside all the year round, Pei Wu's skin is very delicate and flawless, just like the finest silk and satin, which makes people want to kiss Fangze.
"Tsk tusk tusk...Look at this skin, it's so tender that it can drip water with a pinch!" Jin Jonghyun sighed, his eyes full of evil colors.