Chapter 114 Never Tired of Fraud

For a while, the scene seemed a little difficult to distinguish. Of course, it was best to defeat the opponent quickly. However, if you meet an opponent who is almost the same as your own strength, you can only have a protracted battle.

Long Xiaoqi did not arouse his fighting spirit. He always wanted to put the most important thing at the end, which may have an unexpected effect.

Mohamed is still handy and has rich competition experience, so that he can always catch Long Xiaoqi's loopholes and catch him off guard. Although the situation on the court is not one-sided, Long Xiaoqi has taken advantage of the upper hand and failure is only a matter of sooner or later.

"¥%...¥#" Muhammad suddenly shouted and raised his arms and hit Long Xiaoqi's head hard. If Long Xiaoqi was hit by this iron fist, I'm afraid that even if she is not dead, she will only spend the rest of her life.

Mohamed's shout surprised Long Xiaoqi and stopped, but then he reacted and quickly raised his arms to block the iron fist. But it was precisely this meal of the body. Long Xiaoqi's whole body moved slower than Mohammed. Although her hands could be blocked, Long Xiaoqi did not use much strength. Three hands hit Long Xiaoqi's neck at the same time.

A crisp pain hit Long Xiaoqi's whole body, and even felt a little difficult to exert force. Long Xiaoqi quickly stepped back a few steps, opened the distance, and bought a buffer time for herself.

However, Long Xiaoqi's state at this time was clearly seen by Muhammad. How could he not know what Long Xiaoqi was thinking at this time? His body did not stop at all. He raised his fists and rushed to Long Xiaoqi's retreat again.

At this time, it has been about an hour since the start of the game, and even two games have ended. However, Long Xiaoqi certainly will not be interested in paying attention to who is the winner, because he is already facing the situation of being eliminated.

"%¥&...%" Mohammed is like a mythical magician. Before launching an attack, he would read an unknown spell, and Long Xiaoqi was very upset.

Mohammad released almost 80% of this punch. If Long Xiaoqi can't avoid this punch, he will break his head and splash blood on the spot.

"Dragon! Don't be tough. Muhammad is an ascetic. His body is very tough. Mana shouted loudly under the stage and watched Long Xiaoqi play the game. She felt as if she was riding a roller coaster, frightened, and even had a painful feeling.

Unexpectedly, it was okay for Mana not to say it. On the contrary, this speech distracted Long Xiaoqi's attention. Although she tried to dodge, Muhammad's punch still hit Long Xiaoqi's chest firmly.

"Dragon!" Mana shouted regretfully. She even cried. After this punch, Long Xiaoqi flew out along the force of her fist, drew an arc in the air and fell to the ground. Mana clearly saw that Long Xiaoqi just gently blocked it with her arm and didn't even have any strength. She was blown away by Muhammad. If Long Xiaoqi really had something wrong, I'm afraid she would not forgive herself.

Long Xiaoqi's body flew to the other side of the ring. Because the ring was higher than Mana's seat, Mana could not know Long Xiaoqi's state at this time. All she could see was Muhammad's eyes with light and was overjoyed to walk in the direction of Long Xiaoqi. In the past.

One step, two steps, three steps... Long Xiaoqi narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at the scene in front of her vaguely. If Mana hadn't called him just now, maybe Long Xiaoqi would not have fallen here at this time. However, Seweng lost her horse and didn't know whether it was a blessing.

Closer, closer, Long Xiaoqi can even clearly see Mohammed's beard at this time, and his chest, which seemed a little rough because of excitement. Muhammad bowed down and looked at Long Xiaoqi as if he were looking at his booty, muttering that he didn't know what to say.

"Are you worshipping for yourself? Do you want to transcend your own undead?" Long Xiaoqi lay on the ring and thought nonsense. I really don't know why he still has such a big heart at this time. The game is about to end, and Long Xiaoqi will still think about these things. However, Long Xiaoqi really guessed right this time. Mohammed didn't want to let Long Xiaoqi get out of the ring alive. He often participated in such life-and-death competitions in West India, and even had a famous nickname, but because of time constraints, Long Xiaoqi didn't know!

That's - the slaughter machine!

Mohamed suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were shining, and stared at Long Xiaoqi, who was still half dead lying on the ring. He clenched his right fist and lifted it separately. With just one moment, he could end Long Xiaoqi's life.

"#¥&%*¥" Muhammad roared, and at the same time, his right fist fell quickly and hit Long Xiaoqi straight to the head. Mohammed smiled, because he had seen Long Xiaoqi's brain-shot scene, and he could even smell the bloody smell, a breath that would make people crazy and excited.

"Bang!" A heavy punch was smashed down, and even Mana under the stage heard the deafening sound, and some unknown audiences have cheered in advance because they won. They bet on Muhammad's victory. This punch will bring them endless money in their lives and make them from the bottom in an instant. The poor people were promoted to aristocrats.

The results showed that they obviously underestimated Long Xiaoqi's ability. Just as soon as Muhammad's right fist fell, Long Xiaoqi turned over and rolled behind Muhammad. As for the punch, it was just hitting the ring.

This punch contained 100% of Muhammad's strength and hit the ground directly. Even if it was a stone, I'm afraid it would be torn apart, not to mention Muhammad's body. Although he was an ascetic and an iron arm, he still failed to escape the bad luck of breaking his arm. He held his arm in pain and stood up, his face full of surprise and displeasure, and looked at the intact Long Xiaoqi gloomyly.

"Haha, you must want to ask me why I can avoid your punch! It's better to tell you the truth. In fact, I'm fine at all. There is an old saying in China that soldiers are never tired of cheating. This time, you are doomed to lose. Looking at Muhammad, whose face was worse than crying, Long Xiaoqi really wanted to laugh happily. Does this man think that he can defeat Long Xiaoqi with brute force alone? Joke! A big joke!

covering his injured arm, Muhammad no longer has the ability to fight again. It's really Xiao He defeated Xiao He. What he usually relies on will make himself suffer such a big injury today.

"I'll give you a choice. First, you leave immediately and I will win. Second, I will fight until you admit defeat. Long Xiaoqi looked at Muhammad proudly and had never felt so good.

Looking at the indifferent Muhammad, Long Xiaoqi remembered that he could not understand Chinese and had to shrug his shoulders. It seemed that his kindness was destined to be in vain.

Long Xiaoqi defeated Muhammad, who had become half an abandoned man, and easily won the game. It seems that it is really important to learn the art of war.

In fact, Long Xiaoqi is not unharmed. Although Long Xiaoqi successfully aroused the spirit of war before Muhammad's fist fell on his body, he is still young, and his physical development and strength are far less than Mohammed. Of course, he will also suffer some counterattacks.

However, the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. Long Xiaoqi won this game today and is destined to be the king. As for anything else, let him go east!

Gently rubbed his frosty arms, and Long Xiaoqi smiled. If it hadn't been for the mysterious medicine left by Long Yi, maybe these two arms would have been scrapped.

As soon as she walked off the ring, Mana had run forward crying and hugged Long Xiaoqi tightly. Today's scene was too frightening. If Long Xiaoqi hadn't been wise and brave, poor Mana would have become a sinner for thousands of years.

"Ha ha, it's okay." After brushing away the tears in Mana's eyes, Long Xiaoqi looked at Mana with a smile. With such a beautiful and lovely girl holding her, Long Xiaoqi felt that she was simply the happiest man in the world.