"I, I..." Yan Tong slapped himself two times, making his tongue look neat, "I didn't think it was so heavy because you were so powerful just now, and I thought you were going to work hard,"

"Fuck! I used some force to you, can't you feel it? Can you electrocute you?" Qimen continued to curse with his waist in his waist.

"I know, but I was numbed at that time, and I couldn't control my hands and had no force." Yan Tong explained.

"You just did it on purpose! Get up!"

At this time, a few big words appeared on the screen of the video:

Yan Tong (victory) - Qimen (lose)

"Ah! What's going on! Who the hell said?" Qimen screamed and howled, "How could I lose! I'll fight again! Hey! No, no! He's still sitting on the ground, I've stood up! It's me to win!"

The referee seat discussed quickly, and in a short while, the video screen flashed twice, and the result of the game became:

Yan Tong (lose) - Qimen (win)

"Ahhh! That's about the same!" Qimen said proudly.

"I kicked him away first! How did he win? Referee, think about it clearly!" Yan Tong stood up and looked at the referee table with sharp eyes. The referee table started to discuss wildly again. After a while, the big screen flashed again:

Yan Tong (victory) - Qimen (lose)

"Hey! What's going on! Why has it changed again!" Qimen shouted. The two big men are fighting on the stage.

"Childish." Modolly looked at Yan Tong on the stage and couldn't help laughing. How could he, who was usually calm, have endless trouble with others because of such a thing? It must be because Dongling lost two games, and he couldn't explain it anymore. Xuanhua secretly looked at Modolly, clenched his fingers, and looked at Yan Tong again.

"Can you pull them down..." Fanyin covered her face and looked as if she was shameless. Suddenly, the final result changed again:

Yan Tong (ping)—Qimen (ping)

Yan Tong and Qimen were stunned for a while when they saw the result, they then started to tear each other again, "Come again! Come again! Come again!" The two of them got off the stage in a fight.

"Oh... OK, okay... Let's rest soon..." Fanyin covered her face, feeling embarrassed. Chilu held Yan Tong and Qimen to walk towards the rest area, "It's all buddies, stop arguing! Why are you arguing!"

"Bei Tang, when are you waiting?" Lei Luo said on the rostrum.

The next moment, Bei Ming and Lei Luo had already arrived at the center of the ring. Fan Yin and others suddenly turned around, and no one could notice the aura of the two. When they came back to their senses, the two had already stood on both sides. Yan Tong and Qimen stopped making noise, and walked back to the field under the ring and watched the movements on the field. The heads of countries thought that today's competition was finally over, and the continuous viewing made them nervous and exhausted. Lan Song'er had collapsed and Hu Qingqing was already sleepy. But just as people were about to restless, the sound of the field was quiet, and the sound of the falling needle could be heard. Each individual nerve was either tired, lazy, disdainful, or tense, all were lifted up by the pressure of the moment, and they were focused and stared at it with their breath.

The soldiers of Dongling Military and Political Department and Xifan Military and Political Department were even more ready to go when they saw their respective chief generals coming on the field, and their backs were straight!

The next moment, Bei Ming had launched an attack, instantly moved to Lei Luo's body, raised his leg and kicked it. Bei Ming's attack speed was very fast, and it was shadowless. Lei Luo raised his arm to block it. Bei Ming attacked directly from his upper plate to his lower plate. The two legs were separated by speed, without falling a single point, without losing any force. In an instant, dozens of moves had been made. The heads of countries on the rostrum were stunned and did not know what the two were doing. The soldiers sitting were all excited. It was once a year since the main general was in battle, and it was not something they often saw. However, the huge gap in strength made it difficult for the soldiers to resist. In order to absorb one or two, the soldiers were fully inspired, in order to capture the body of the main general for a moment.

Bei Ming's leg attack was full of force and then changed to heavy punches, which was faster. The expansion and explosive force of the muscles were only in an instant. Bang bang bang bang! Three punches combo, Bei Ming seemed to have a clone, and time was stopped by him. In a straight line, he attacked Lei Luo's chest, and three punches were pushed through the heart, two punches broke the soul, and three punches were annihilated. Not to mention the warriors, even if the commander at the captain level took his three punches, he would be afraid that he would die.

"Why can't I feel the spiritual power of the chief general?" A soldier asked Xing Zhen tremblingly.

"Because the main general has no spiritual power." Xing Zhen, who is already the captain of one branch and one column, was already in a cold sweat at this time. However, this invisible punching force made him feel more stressed in the 100-meter-appearance competition.

Lei Luo looked at Bei Ming's three punches, which was very strong. He had no intention of taking a step and took it with his three punches. His heart felt a thrust, and his heart could not stop. Bei Ming attacked so fiercely, and it was impossible for him to change his body skills immediately. His muscles were still moving forward. Lei Luo followed his attack and took over his heavy punch without forcing a counterattack. His body inertia was still his own. When Bei Ming finished his third punch, Lei Luo jumped up and followed him to kick Bei Ming's shoulders wide. He saw that his muscles were tense instantly. In the air, he was not like a light-body flying swallow but a fierce tiger pounced. What he wanted was not a clever attack, but a punch to the flesh, bursting like mud. Just when Lei Luo was so sank in such a state of silence and using the attack with great explosive power, he was still stepping on Qingchen in the air and kicking Bei Ming eight consecutively. It was impossible to see all.

The speed of this move delayed by heavy attack seems to be completely unaffected by it. The absolute power and the frequency and speed of continuous attack are surprisingly combined, as if this paradox has become a theory, which is similar to Bei Ming's move just now. Under normal circumstances, such a punch or kick cannot be attacked for a second time. The withdrawal and the surge in force are both required to accumulate time. However, the two of them overcome this exactly the same point, making this move look like a fast attack, but in fact it is a heavy hit. Not only Xing Zhen, but the captains of each team seemed to have a huge rock in their hearts when they saw such a competition without spiritual power, and they could not breathe. If it were a tiger, the brute force of these two people would probably be more than a thousand. But they did not dodge, but took it.

Bei Ming used his strength and thumped the arena round platform at his feet! Bei Ming caught Lei Luo's fierce attack, but the force penetrated his whole body. The 100-meter-area competitive platform under his feet could no longer bear it, and instantly split into pieces. The competitive platform made of tens of thousands of tons of huge rocks was destroyed by them!

But before people could have time to be shocked. With a loud shout, Bei Ming grabbed Lei Luo's feet naked and pulled him out of the air. Such a tonnage duel, it was extremely difficult to easily shake the trajectory of the two of them. Lei Luo was stunned in front of him, and he had already arrived in front of Bei Ming. He saw Bei Ming punching him with all his strength, and Lei Luo followed him with a punch.
Chapter completed!