MTL - Dumb Please Take a Seat-Chapter 453 She doesn't want to play anymore, so, it's time to end

  Chapter 453 She doesn't want to play anymore, so, it's time to end

   "shit!"

  Joao propped himself up on the surface of the ring, punched it hard, and raised his eyes fiercely and unwillingly.

  He has no way to get close to Gong Jiu's body!

   In just two games, even though the score difference between the two was not big, his column of points was almost in circles. This situation was maintained even though he had almost nothing to reserve.

   This means that before he can measure the opponent's strength, he has no cards.

   Squinting his eyes, he can't go on like this.

  During the fight, he found that the opponent subconsciously protected his waist for a moment, a cunning flashed in Joao's eyes, and the tip of his tongue swept across the corner of his lips.

  Raise your arms and move twice.

   Breathing out lightly, Gong Jiu silently looked at the person whose eyes were fixed on him at all times, rubbed his teeth lightly, and let out a very shallow tsk.

  After the two activities, she has completely opened up the joints of her body. At this moment, even in her bones, there is a factor of restlessness and excitement.

   At the moment when the other party stood up and attacked again, a buzzing sound suddenly came out of nowhere in the entire noisy space, with a sharp piercing air.

   Cerebral tremors.

  Just for a moment, Gong Jiuhan's whole body suddenly stopped.

   But other than that, none of the countless people at the scene seemed to feel the abnormal sound like she did.

  She tilted her head and raised her eyes, looking towards the sea of ​​people.

  Under the arena, among the crowd, half of the face of the person wearing a black peaked cap was hidden in the shadows, but the eyes looking at her were still chillingly cool.

  Even though it was blurry, Gong Jiuan could still feel that familiar aura.

"boom-"

   It's just a mistake.

  The injured part of her abdomen received a heavy punch, and she uncontrollably staggered and took two steps back.

"what happened!"

  Su Yu stood up abruptly, staring at the sudden reversal on the stage.

  It was clear that he was fine just now, why did he suddenly receive an attack that could have been dispelled by such a punch?

   The brows frowned slightly, and Jun Gu's eyes were deep.

   If he read correctly, Joao's blow just now fell on the little guy's wound.

  It may be that Joao himself didn't expect that this attack could bring substantial damage to the opponent, so he was stunned for a moment.

   Immediately after, there was excitement and fierceness in his eyes.

  The eyes were dark, and the end of Gong Jiu's eyes evoked a dark ruthlessness. She raised her leg and swept away Joao's attack, pinched on the opponent's shoulder blade, swept the opponent's intention to fight back with her feet, turned over and beat him down hard.

  The heavy punch fell, and before Joao had time to break the situation, his chest hurt from the young man's ruthless punch.

   Raising his eyelids and looking down the stage, Gong Jiuhan met the man's gaze again.

  She saw the other party raised his hand and pointed his fingers at her from afar.

   Then, slowly moved away from her gaze, passed her, and fell towards the crowd at the other end of the stage.

   There was a silent "bang", and the movement was extremely shallow.

  Gong Jiu looked in that direction silently, and the handsome and luxurious man also raised his eyes to meet her.

  Across the distance, she felt the clear inquiry in those eyes.

  No matter how stupid he was, Joao also noticed the young man's distraction, and immediately became annoyed, turned over quickly, seized this opportunity, and turned against the wind for himself.

  Caught off guard by the counterattack, Gong Jiuhan's feet were in a mess, but in the blink of an eye, Joao locked him firmly in the corner of the ring.

  She turned her head and passed the opponent in front of her, heading straight for the crowd.

  Looking at that person, under her eyes, her fingertips were slowly moving.

   provoke, threaten.

   Straightforward pressure.

   Really good!

  Gong Jiu's silent pupils were filled with scarlet red, full of dryness.

   During the time of breathing in and out, she was attacked by the Brazilians several times because of being locked up on her body, and the jade-like young man almost groaned.

  The shock pain on his body began to spread from many places like ants climbing and biting.

  Joao, who caught the opportunity, would not let go of this opportunity. He decided that he would return everything that this person had humiliated him to, double, and return it.

   "Sick man, always a sick man!"

  The man wearing the mouthguard still spoke with the arrogance unique to the fighting arena.

  Joao has found his home ground, and his eyes are full of resentment from being suppressed and humiliated before.

"coach!"

  Even though they knew that the people on the stage couldn't hear them, the ET teenagers in the Huaxia team couldn't hold back their exclamations, and Su Yu's face turned pale with shock.

  The posture of the Brazilians in the stands is preparing to KO their coach!

  If this is the case, this game will really be over!

  Jun Gu, who had been smiling slightly before, now had a frosty look on his face.

   Horribly tight.

  He seemed to be aware of it and scanned the crowd in the audience, but he didn't find anything unusual.

   So, what the **** is distracting you?

  The studio was shocked.

   "What's going on? What's wrong with Coach Gong, did you make a mistake like in the individual competition?"

   "Why! Why did the win-win situation suddenly look like this?? Who will tell me?"

   "Coach Gong hold on! Don't be KO'd by this Brazilian guy! Stand up quickly!"

   "Although I don't want to say it, I still want to mention that she looks a lot like the one in the previous championship..."

   "Are you sick?"

   "Ah, no way, are you sick at this time?"

   "Damn, it can't be true, right? Isn't that what this game is all about?"

   "Why did you fall ill at this time? I'm really convinced!"

   "What are you thinking? It's normal to make mistakes in the arena. Don't say everything you see is related to people's illness!"

   "What, start to scare me again!"

   "This is the World Championships, can those sour radishes stop looking for black spots here? Are you still playing with your emotions at this time?"

   "That's right, it's fine if you don't shout cheers, but if you still make trouble there, I'm really convinced!"

  Some people will always think of those deeds about Gong Jiuan, but the few colorful remarks are also covered up by people's indignant words, and drowned in the cheering crowd.

  Countless people sat in front of the screen, watching with bated breath this game about the face of the nation.

  The cold wind blew across the cheeks, with a sharp airflow, and rolling murderous aura came with the wind of fists.

  The young man who was staring at the audience suddenly averted his eyes, and fell on the face of the person who imprisoned her in front of him. His dark eyes were as cold as snow.

   Steadily catching the opponent's punch, Gong Jiu's eyes were extremely cold:

"Yeah?"

  Clenching a fist and bending her wrist inward, her elbow hit the chest of the person who locked her hard.

  Joao's expression froze, and he immediately kicked back his arm to reduce damage and lose points while hitting back with fists and feet.

  Pinching his wrist, forcing him to be unable to move forward for half a minute, Gong Jiu's dull eyes were filled with blood.

  Her face is expressionless, her lips are closed:

   "It's time to end."

   She doesn't want to play anymore, so, it's time to end it.

  The young man who was locked on the edge and beaten up suddenly suddenly gained momentum. With her attack, a strong sense of killing and majestic aura swept across the ring, covering the entire arena in all directions.

   With a heartbeat, Joao's pupils shrank rapidly.

  In the eyes of everyone, after the young man easily broke through the opponent's imprisonment, he was like a ghost in the octagonal arena.

  The surroundings quieted down in unison, staring at the fight on the stage without blinking.

   Even the shouting gradually faded away, leaving only the audience to watch attentively.

  Just now, Joao, who was full of confidence just now, is now horrified to find that he doesn't even have the ability to fight back.

   He could only clench his fists to block in front of him, constantly avoiding the opponent's overwhelming attacks.

  He can only resist the dense blows, whether standing or fighting on the ground.

   Whenever you want to make a move, you will be beaten crazily by the opponent like a ball.

   His forehead was dripping with sweat, and his whole body was already sore.

  He raised his leg and kicked Joao fiercely on Joao's stomach, and before he landed, he saw the young man who was still two steps away came to him in the blink of an eye.

  Five fingers loosened and then suddenly retracted to make a fist, Gong Jiu drooped his eyes with indifference and coldness, raised his arms high, jumped up lightly, and hammered down heavily when he reached a certain height.

  The bullfighting momentum soared up, and then poured down.

"boom-"

  The moment Joao landed on the ground, Joao only felt that his consciousness was drifting, and the severe pain had already numb his nerves. Even the lights on the field felt like a dream.

  He never expected that failure would come so quickly.

  (end of this chapter)