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Chapter 774

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Ji-Hyun Lee knew from the start that he wasn't Zheng Dali's match. He chose to hide his strength not to win but to exhaust Zheng Dali to the greatest extent. The best outcome would be for both sides to be heavily injured and for him to use the Exchange Technique to eliminate Zheng Dali.

This plan was very successful. Because Zheng Dali underestimated his opponent and wanted to preserve some of his strength, he was caught off guard by Ji-Hyun Lee at the beginning.

However, Zheng Dali's combat awareness was very strong, and he managed to stabilize his mind in the shortest time possible. Even so, Ji-Hyun Lee had consumed more than half of his strength and was even injured.

Ji-Suan Lee's internal organs were shaken, and the web between his thumb and forefinger was split open, but he didn't seem to be in a sorry state. He laughed as he got off the stage.

"Oh no." Lin Xi's expression turned ugly as she said worriedly, "Zheng Dali's saber technique is overbearing, and it consumes a lot of spiritual energy. He slashed out four times with all his might, and he also collided more than a hundred times. His spiritual energy is probably less than 10%, and he's even injured …"

"It's fine if he loses. I'm just worried that he'll keep holding on," Jing Shan said.

"Zheng Dali wins!"

The referee announced and continued, "Second match, Tomoshi Crusher VS Zheng Dali."

Woo-Shik Choi, with his short hair standing on end, was dressed in a black short-sleeved training suit. He was not tall, but he gave off the vibe of a capable man.

"Zhonghua, Zheng Dali!"

Zheng Dali held the Guan Gong Saber in one hand and stood still.

"Stick Nation, destroy your friends!"

"Begin!"

Before the referee could finish his sentence, Woo-Shik Choi immediately attacked!

His figure was extremely fast, like a black monkey. He sank slightly and shot out. He didn't have a weapon, and all his skills were in his fists and palms. Obviously, he was already prepared for close combat!

Zheng Dali's eyes darkened. He stomped on the ground and quickly retreated!

At the same time, with a wave of his hand, a saber light appeared and slashed at Friend Destruction in an arc!

Instead of dodging, Tomoshi Choi raised his right hand and welcomed the blade with his flesh and blood.

Clang!

The joints of his fingers protruded and flicked the saber's edge, producing an extremely crisp sound. His speed did not decrease at all. His body turned into an afterimage, and like a ghost, he instantly rushed to Zheng Dali's side.

His fist was like the wind, striking out!

Zheng Dali retracted his saber hilt and used it as a staff to block!

Bang!

Zheng Dali's figure retreated again, while Destroyer of Friends was like a sticky candy, sticking close to him.

"What a straightforward move! This is a Muay Thai style!" Ye Lingchen looked at the ring. He remembered that when he went to Las Vegas, he met a Muay Thai expert. Although his strength was not that great, his attacking style was similar.

Muay Thai was incomparably ferocious. It didn't care about defense and only advanced without retreating. Furthermore, it pressed forward with every step, exerting an extremely strong pressure on the opponent.

In Woo-Shik Chow's hands, Muay Thai was faster and more powerful. When he punched out, the fist force could directly smash boulders.

"One of the Stick Nation's King Stage martial artists specializes in Muay Thai. Friend Choi should be his last disciple," Tie Jun said.

"It's too tight. What should we do?" Chen Xiaoxiao said worriedly.

Rumble!

Woo-Shik Chow punched the saber hilt again. However, this time, the force of the punch passed through the saber hilt and hit Zheng Dali, sending him flying.

Friend Choi was relentless. Once again, he closed in and raised his hand to grab Zheng Dali!

Zheng Dali's eyes flashed fiercely. With a sudden twist of the saber hilt, he pulled out another short saber from it!

A hidden saber within a saber!

The short saber was covered with a layer of spiritual energy. It was extremely fast and stabbed at Woo-Shik Chow!

Pfft!

The short saber pierced straight through Woo-Shik Chow's palm!

"Ah!"

Woo-Shik Chow screamed in pain. His eyes were bloodshot as he grabbed Zheng Dali's right hand with his other hand and twisted it violently!

Crack!

His entire right hand was directly twisted off. Following that, he punched Zheng Dali and sent him flying backward.

"Surrender!"

Sun Hongtao's eyes were slightly red as he quickly spoke.

That battle was also beyond everyone's expectations. In the previous round, Zheng Dali underestimated his opponent, but in this round, did Woo-Shik Chow not do the same?

If not for that, how could he have been injured by Zheng Dali, who had already expended a lot of energy? He even injured his important palm, greatly reducing his combat strength!

With so many matches, it also conveyed a message to everyone — there were countless variables in a battle, and they could not afford to relax at all!

Soon, Zheng Dali was carried back and the medical staff arrived.

Everyone looked at Zheng Dali with extremely ugly expressions.

Although Zheng Dali did not speak much, everyone had been together for so long, and they were from the same country. Naturally, they were touched. The friendship between martial artists was not easy to come by, and it was extremely heavy.

"Jing Shan, it's your turn. Be careful," Sun Hongtao said.

"I know!" Jing Shan glanced at Zheng Dali and raised his leg to step into the ring.



Lin Xi and Chen Xiaoxiao's eyes immediately turned red. They looked at Zheng Dali, who was still vomiting blood. "Zheng Dali …"

"Doctor, how is he?"

"His internal organs are injured, his right hand is dislocated, and a few of his bones are broken. However, it's good that he's not dead. He'll recuperate for a month and nurse his internal organs. Don't fight recklessly for three months. He won't die …"

The doctors had seen this kind of situation many times. They were all responsible for martial artists' injuries and were extremely professional.

As long as a person did not die and was willing to spend spirit medicine and resources, they could usually recover under normal circumstances.

Of course, if the broken limbs or broken bones were too serious, they would need divine medicine. Even if they could be cured, it would be difficult for them to recover to their peak.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they heard that he could recover. The blood in Zheng Dali's mouth also stopped. He was still conscious and said with difficulty, "I … I'm fine …"

Everyone did not say anything when they saw that. Zheng Dali had always been a fighter, and it was not the first time he had been competitive.

He knew that he could not hold on, but he still wanted to seriously injure his opponent. That was his belief, and it was also the belief of many martial artists.

If they fought with all their might for a long time and did not even injure their opponent, that would be extremely frustrating and almost intolerable for a martial artist.

That was also the reason why the Sun Nation had interfered in the battle between Hellas and the Sun Nation, causing Hellas to be furious.

Ye Lingchen also checked Zheng Dali's injuries and secretly channeled his cultivation spiritual energy into him. He said calmly, "Rest well."

Then, he continued to look at the ring.



When martial artists unleashed their full strength, they went up to the ring, fought to the death, and decided the outcome extremely quickly.

When Ye Lingchen looked over, he happened to see Jing Shan roar and nail Woo-Shik Choi's thigh to the ground!

"How dare you bully a Chinese person. I'll kill you!"

Jing Shan usually looked very casual, but at that moment, he was extremely furious. He could tell that Zheng Dali's condition was definitely not light. Therefore, he came with the intention of revenge and directly made a killing move!

"Aren't you very good at jumping? Why don't you keep jumping? "Jing Shan snorted coldly. He pulled out his long sword and kicked Woo-Shik Choi's chest, sending him flying.

However, in his rage, he was also punched, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth …

(End of this chapter)

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