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Before standing on the arena, Yan Chong had many thoughts in his mind.

He was considering whether to summon the Cobra in the chaos and kill it.

As long as Cobra is eliminated, Hawke doesn't have to follow his orders.

But the two of them were already standing in the arena, and there was no way to escape.

In the arena, there is only life and death.

Only one victor can leave alive.

Yan Chong also thought about giving up the game and teleporting away, but that meant the failure of the entire copy.

And doing so will not solve Hawke's enslavement problem.

He will stay here, facing fierce enemies one after another, until he collapses on exhaustion.

Yan Chong was thinking, but Hawke did not give him time to think.

He was restricted by the order and moved his big wrench like a wheel.

His strength and agility are very high, and Yan Chong can't easily avoid it.

Even with side dodges and sliding shovel, he couldn't dodge all the attacks, and soon suffered a heavy blow.

Fortunately, because of the double blessing of the stone skin and dragon scales, Yan Chong was not injured.

Yan Chong felt a little relaxed, but he didn't think of a good way.

Yan Chong even thought about whether he would take advantage of Hawke's blow just now to take advantage of the force of fake death, pretending to be knocked down by Hawke, and then take the opportunity to escape when he was dragged to the morgue.

But he thought of the evil taste of the cobra again.

In the previous few games, Cobra, who had won, ordered Hawke to divide the enemy.

This aspect is to demonstrate Hawke's power, but also to make sure that the opponent is not in suspended animation.

Although this was not what Hawke wanted, he executed it without exception.

Divide?

Or was his head shattered?

Yan Chong didn't want to die so miserably.

There was no way, after being forced to the corner, Yan Chong could only launch a counterattack.

Although Hawke's attack is very sharp, his defensive moves are also very skillful.

Yan Chong didn't draw his sword, but smashed it with his fist, reflecting his last friendship with Hawke.

He only hopes that his punch can knock Hawk out, no matter what other people request, he also wants to leave Hawke a whole body.

Of course, if he really couldn't beat him, Yan Chong would have to kill him.

Yan Chong's style of fist hasn't changed much, and he didn't even activate the finishing moves.

So Hawke perfectly defended Yan Chong's fist. Yan Chong's fist slammed into his big wrench, and his body immediately formed a perfect bow, capable of fully unloading downward force.

But his big wrench was visibly bent into a twist with the naked eye, and then was smashed into his body by the subsequent momentum.

Hawke's body was directly blasted with a big hole from the chest to the back by Yan Chong, and even his spine was dragged out by the marijuana flower for two sections.

His two arms were also stuffed into the hole in his chest along with the marijuana flower, and he turned out from the inside out.

He is now built in addition to his head, so he can't see that he was once a person.

Hawke's eyes were filled with disbelief, and he couldn't even close his eyes.

But Yan Chong was equally surprised.

I don't have such a strong power either!

The expected damage of the fist is only three points, and even if the damage is doubled in stone form, it is only six points.

Six points of damage can't even kill Fei Duanhong. What's more, you who are sifted by a gun are all right?

Are you deliberately committing suicide?

It wasn't until Yan Chong heard the commentator above exclaim that he understood.

"The Star of the North City blasted and killed the Dragon of the Wild with an unmatched punch..."

Yan Chong: "..."

You said that what name you gave him the starting point is not good, it must be called the Dragon of the Wild?

Although the dragon of the wilderness sounds more imposing than the slug, and there is indeed a need for an imposing name in the arena, you are not harming him!

Of course, apart from Yan Chong himself, no one else knew about this, so they can't be blamed.

Yan Chong had never seen Hawke's true strength at all, so he killed him.

For some reason, there is still a little regret.

As the king of rookies under Garcia, just now everyone watched Yan Chong dodging and being beaten by Hawke. In the blink of an eye, the situation on the court changed. Yan Chong actually smashed Hawke with a punch. .

So the audience suddenly exploded.

Many of them will win if they buy Hawke. After all, Hawke looks stronger.

So these people began to tear up the small tickets in their hands, and angrily threw the objects in their hands into the arena.

The surroundings were also full of shouts of curses at Yan Chong.

This situation is obviously not a good opportunity for revenge against Cobra.

So Yan Chong suppressed his anger, saluted all around in a gentleman manner, and then left the arena with a smile on his face.

During the whole process, Yan Chong didn't even turn his head, as if all this was trivial.

As for Hawk's corpse, he stayed in place, waiting for the cleaner to come and adjust.

Garcia looked at the cobra next to him and smiled: "This new person you are looking for is not so good!"

Cobra is so rape, he immediately replied: "Of course, in terms of eyesight, how can I be as good as your boss?"

Garcia still likes flattering.

Anyway, the winner was Yan Chong, and the money did not fall into the hands of others. He even made a small bet for Yan Chong to win, so he was in a good mood.

He taunted Cobra a few more words, and then led the team back.

That night, Garcia naturally held a celebration banquet.

Not only did they add food to everyone, they even brought out some wine.

In the case of extremely insufficient food production, wine is the biggest luxury.

They are even rarer than those chemically formulated anesthetics.

Even Garcia didn't have much in his hands.

But at this time, he was able to take it out, enough to explain his joy.

Drinking is certainly not a difficult thing for Yan Chong, but there is no doubt that the wine here does not taste very good.

Yan Chong just took a sip, and he felt nauseous and vomiting. His sadness was no less than that of a mouthful of bean paste.

So Yan Chong quickly quit on the excuse of his inability to drink.

On the other hand, Cobra behaved like a social man, toasting frequently and telling Garcia about praising things.

The people in the wasteland do not have the wine table culture of the Chinese dynasty. The wine is actually used to accompany the meal, but no one can refuse a skilled flatterer.

Especially when Cobra's trump card died, he had to hold Garcia's thighs tightly to stabilize his position.

So he drank a little this time.

When he returned to his room drunk and called two beauties who were waiting for the bed, he wanted to vent his depression.

A man’s voice rang in his ear: "Do you remember me?"

As soon as Cobra looked up, he was so scared that the three souls disappeared from the seven souls.

Hawke?