Chapter 789: Fierce Battle, Ye Hui VS Yan Suiming 2

Ye Hui's attack momentum was broken, and he was fixed by Yan Suiming, unable to move. Δ LieΔwen.comΔΔ

What followed was Yan Suiming's tsunami-like counterattack!

Ye Hui was like a pebble in the tide, constantly washed by Yan Suiming's attack, but the surging was not the sea water, let alone the lake water, but Yan Suiming's continuous, terrible, and powerful fists!

"Dong Dong Dong——"

The heavy blow, the storm, fell on Ye Hui's body, and his body turned into a banana leaf swaying in the wind and rain, dancing messily.

That was definitely a soul-shaking killing move, which would destroy a person's pride from the root.

Let him be in pain all over, and no longer have the will to fight!

However, Ye Hui did not look away, and let the rain-like punches make his cheeks swell and his vision blurred, and he still locked his target tightly.

There was no fear or panic in his eyes.

Even if the never-ending injuries and attacks could take his life at any time, he would remain the same.

Suddenly... 6 Jiuque finally knew the reason why Ye Hui's strength improved by leaps and bounds.

It was the result of being honed on the edge of life and death, and from the pain of exceeding the limit.

One carelessness would lead to death!

Madman!

Ye Hui is a madman!

The fighting arena was already silent, with only the sound of the one-sided abuse.

6 Jiuque and the other disciples of the Douhun Sect could not help but stand up. Everyone looked solemn, anxious, and terrified, wishing to rush up to pull them apart and save Ye Hui.

But they couldn't!

Ye Hui was the master of this battle. He would not admit defeat, he would not surrender, even if he was covered in pain, even at the cost of blood, all this must continue!

6 Jiuque bit his lips tightly, staring at the boy who was beaten so badly that he could not see his face clearly, his eyes were red, and he still stubbornly refused to let the tears fall.

Tears are such a useless thing,

It is an insult to those who fight with dignity and life.

Until another mouthful of thick blood, mixed with some broken pieces of meat, spurted out of Ye Hui's mouth, Yan Suiming grabbed Ye Hui's throat and lifted him up.

The man's handsome features were blurred by blood, only a pair of dark eyes were slightly bright, like a demon that quietly descended from the darkness.

His eyes and eyebrows were full of evil.

"Are you admitting defeat?" Yan Suiming asked softly, his beautiful thin lips raised, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

Everyone had no doubt that if it were not for the rules that prohibited harming lives, he would crush Ye Hui's throat without hesitation.

Ye Hui's cheeks were swollen and his hands were shaking uncontrollably. He used all his strength to raise his arms in the puzzled eyes of everyone, and clenched his fists with difficulty. Slowly, leisurely, slowly, but firmly, he hit Yan Suiming again.

"..."

This punch did not even cause a crisp sound, but it made people's throats tight and painful.

Don't give up!

Don't give up!

The boy used such a resolute action to express his inner persistence.

He promised that he would not retreat and would not give up, otherwise... how could he catch up with her?

Some people couldn't bear to watch such a scene and turned their eyes away gently.

Some people stood up and shouted excitedly: "Ye Hui! What are you doing! Are you looking for death? Give up!"

"Give up! Ye Hui!"

"It doesn't matter, there is still the next game!"