The momentum of Ye Hui's attack was broken, and he was immobilized by Yan Suiming in this way, unable to move.

What followed was Yan Suiming's tsunami counterattack!

Ye Hui was like a pebble in the tide, constantly washed by Yan Suiming's attack, but what was surging was not the sea water, let alone the lake, but Yan Suiming's continuous, terrifying, and powerful fist!

"Knock knock—"

Heavy blow, the storm fell on Ye Hui's body, allowing his body to turn into banana leaves fluttering in the wind and rain, dancing messily.

That's definitely a heart-wrenching move, to destroy a person's arrogance at the root.

Let him be in pain, and there will be no more thoughts of war!

However, Ye Hui didn't look away, letting the raindrops of his fists make his cheeks swell and his vision blurred, still locked on to his target.

Under the eyes, there is no fear, no fear.

Even if this never-ending injury and attack will kill him at any time, he is still the same.

Suddenly...... Lu Jiuque finally knew the reason why Ye Hui's strength had improved by leaps and bounds.

It comes from the edge of life and death, from the pain that transcends the limit.

If you don't notice it, you will be crushed!

Lunatic!

Ye Hui, he's a madman!

There was no sound in the arena, only the sound of a one-sided assault.

Lu Jiuque and the other Fighting Soul Sect disciples couldn't help but stand up, everyone's expressions were solemn, anxious, and panicked, and they couldn't wait to rush up and pull them away and save Ye Hui.

But they can't!

Ye Hui is the master of this battle, he does not admit defeat, he does not surrender, even if he is full of pain, even if it is at the cost of blood, all this must continue!

Lu Jiu bit his lip tightly, staring at the young man who was beaten so hard that he couldn't see his face clearly, his eyes were crimson, still stubborn, and he refused to let the tears fall.

Tears are such useless as an insult to those who fight with dignity and their lives.

It wasn't until another mouthful of thick blood, mixed with some broken pieces of flesh, spurted out of Ye Hui's mouth that Yan Suiming pinched Ye Hui's throat and lifted him high.

The man's handsome features were blurred by blood, and only a pair of inky eyes were slightly bright, like a monster that had quietly descended from the night.

The corners of his eyes and eyebrows are full of evil spirits.

"Throw in the towel?" Yan Suiming asked softly, her beautiful thin lips raised, and she seemed to be in a good mood.

Everyone had no doubt that if it weren't for the fact that the rules didn't mean to hurt people's lives, he would not hesitate to crush Ye Hui's throat.

Ye Hui's cheeks were swollen, and his hands trembled uncontrollably, he used all his strength to raise his arm in the incomprehensible gaze of everyone, and clenched it into a fist with difficulty, slowly, slowly, slowly, but firmly, and hit Yan Suiming again.

“……”

This punch didn't even cause a crisp sound, but it made people's throats tight and painful.

Don't admit defeat!

Don't admit defeat!

The young man used such a resolute move to talk about his inner persistence.

He promised that he would not regress and would not admit defeat, otherwise...... How can you keep up with her?

Some people can't bear to look at such a picture anymore, so they gently look away.

Someone stood up and shouted excitedly: "Ye Hui! What are you doing! Looking for death? Throw in the towel! ”

"Throw in the towel! Ye Hui! ”

"It's okay, there's the next game!"