The momentum of Ye Hui's attack was broken, and he was immobilized by Yan Suiming, unable to move.
What came next was Yan Suiming's tsunami-like counterattack!
Ye Hui was like a pebble in the ocean tide, constantly being washed away by Yan Suiming's attacks, but what was surging was not the sea water, let alone the lake water, but Yan Suiming's continuous, terrifying, and powerful fist!
"Dong dong dong—"
Heavy blows and violent storms fell on Ye Hui's body, causing his body to turn into banana leaves swaying in the wind and rain, dancing messily.
That is definitely a killing move that makes one's heart tremble. It destroys a person's pride from the root.
Let him be covered in pain and no longer have any thoughts of fighting!
However, Ye Hui did not look away, despite the rain of fists making his cheeks swollen and his vision blurred, he still locked on his target.
There was no fear or panic in his eyes.
Even if the never-ending injuries and attacks could kill him at any time, he would still remain the same.
Suddenly... Lu Jiuque finally knew the reason for Ye Hui's rapid improvement in strength.
It comes from grinding on the edge of life and death, from the pain of exceeding the limit.
If you don't pay attention, you will be shattered to pieces!
madman!
Ye Hui is a madman!
There was already silence in the arena, except for the sound of the one-sided brutal attack.
Lu Jiuque and the other Soul Fighting Sect disciples couldn't help but stand up. Everyone's expression was solemn, anxious, and frightened, and they wanted to rush forward, pull them apart, and save Ye Hui.
But they can't!
Ye Hui is the master of this battle. He will not admit defeat, he will not surrender, even if he is covered in pain, even if it costs blood, all this must continue!
Lu Jiuque bit his lip tightly and stared at the young man who was beaten so hard that his face could not be seen clearly. His eyes were crimson and he still stubbornly refused to let tears fall.
Something as useless as tears is an insult to those who fight with dignity and life.
It wasn't until another mouthful of thick blood, mixed with some broken pieces of meat, spurted out of Ye Hui's mouth that Yan Suiming pinched Ye Hui's throat and lifted him up.
The man's handsome facial features were blurred by blood, and only a pair of dark eyes were slightly bright, like a monster that had quietly descended into the dark night.
The corners of his eyes and eyebrows were filled with evil energy.
"Are you admitting defeat?" Yan Suiming asked softly, his beautiful thin lips raised, seeming to be in a good mood.
No one had any doubt that if it weren't for the rules that prohibited harm to human life, he would have crushed Ye Hui's throat without hesitation.
Ye Hui's cheeks were swollen, and his hands were shaking uncontrollably. He used all his strength to raise his arms in front of everyone's puzzled eyes, and clenched them into fists with difficulty. Slowly, leisurely, slowly, but Firmly, he hit Yan Suiming in front of him again.
“…”
This punch didn't even make a crisp sound, but it made people's throats tighten and the pain was unbearable.
Don’t admit defeat!
Don’t admit defeat!
The young man expressed his inner persistence with such resolute actions.
He promised that he would not retreat or admit defeat, otherwise... how could he catch up with her
Some people couldn't bear to look at such a scene anymore and gently looked away.
Some people stood up and shouted excitedly: "Ye Hui! What are you doing! Are you looking for death? Just give up!"
"Admit defeat! Ye Hui!"
"It doesn't matter, there is still the next game!"