1288: C1288 One Minute Fifty Seconds

C1288 One Minute Fifty Seconds

In the eyes of Curly Hair, Lin Fann was just a weakling. His body was weak and could not withstand a single blow. His one punch could have completely knocked him down to the ground. To be more accurate, he should have peed his pants before his fist had even arrived.

In the instant that he fell into a trance, a big hand slapped over. His speed was so fast that he could not see it at all. A strong sense of dizziness followed immediately after.

Inhale ~

The situation on the stage changed very quickly, but everyone below the stage could see it clearly. The charging Curly Hair looked very impressive, but in the next second, he was sent flying backwards.

He had been sent flying with a slap, along with two teeth that flew into the air. Just a second ago, he had been lying arrogantly on the floor like a dead dog.

His mouth was open, blood and saliva flowing from it.

Quiet, the large room quieted down. Everyone looked at this scene in disbelief, their minds still immersed in the scene just now.

It was as if it had happened in an instant, and it was over before they could even look at it carefully. He had defeated a fighter with a single slap.

"Beat him up! Beat him to death! Don't fight the nine of you alone!"

"Nine against one, even if he has three heads and six arms, it won't work."

"Twisting his arm and tearing his mouth apart, let's see how he's still acting so arrogantly."

Seeing that Lin Fann actually had the upper hand, the audience immediately shouted in annoyance. They had bet all their money on these fighters, and now that the fighters were lacking in vigor, they were definitely worried.

The remaining nine fighters also came to their senses, and they all rushed towards Lin Fann with their most powerful moves.

They were all the best fighters on the black market, but now they were being humiliated by an outsider. How were they going to swallow this down?

Fortunately, this arena was large enough. Otherwise, it would have been difficult for ten people to gang up on him. The attacks from all directions surrounded Lin Fann. It was a question of whether he could even move, let alone fight back.

Bang Bang... Boom! Boom!

The sound of fists entering flesh rang out unceasingly. The nine fighters burst out with an incomparably majestic aura, and the entire arena seemed to be trembling.

"We are the most powerful fighters on the black market. If you dare to provoke us, you will only die."

"Killing someone in the black market is too common. If you can't kill him, you have to slowly torture him to death."

"Get out of the way, you must be dead, right?"

They all took two steps back and looked at the center. In the next moment, all nine of them were dumbfounded.

There was nothing here, so where could he find someone?

Did they break it?

Ah … My leg is broken...

Suddenly, there was a wail as one of the fighters collapsed to the ground, holding his broken leg in pain.

Ah … My finger is broken...

Another scream came out, this time the fighter's palms were weak.

Ah … My Legs...

My Elbow... Ah …

Miserable screams rang out one after another. The nine fighters that were standing a moment ago had all fallen. Every fighter had either their legs broken or their hands shattered. They had lost all ability to move.

If one was careful, it would not be difficult to notice that the injured parts of these nine fighters were all where they attacked Lin Fann earlier.2

"Am I seeing things, or are you seeing things?" The ten fighters cried out loudly after being beaten? "

"We aren't seeing things. They really are fighting ten people with one person. But isn't this ending a bit too fast?"

"One minute fifty seconds. Oh my god, it ended in less than two minutes."

The man who calculated the time shouted in shock. He never thought that this would be the result, and this impossible thing happened right in front of them.

"We won, our outsider won."

The commentator reacted and quickly shouted, "Let us use our warm applause to congratulate our foreigners."

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