Doctor Nine

Chapter 787 Fierce battle, Ye Hui VS Yan Sui Ming II
The momentum of Ye Hui's attack was broken, and he was immobilized by Yan Suiming, unable to move.

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

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

"Boom boom boom——"

With a heavy blow, the violent wind and rain fell on Ye Hui's body, allowing his body to turn into a banana leaf fluttering in the wind and rain, dancing messily.

That is definitely a soul-stirring killer move, it wants to destroy a person's arrogance from the root.

Let him hurt all over, no longer want to fight!
However, Ye Hui didn't look away, even though his cheeks were swollen by fists like raindrops, and his vision was blurred, he still locked on to his target.

In the eyes, there is no fear, no panic.

Even if the never-ending injuries and attacks would kill him at any time, he remained the same.

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

It was forged from the edge of life and death, from the pain beyond the limit.

If you don't notice, you will be smashed to pieces!

madman!

Ye Hui is a lunatic!

There was no sound in the arena, only the sound of the one-sided attack.

Lu Jiuque and the other disciples of the Soul Fighting Sect couldn't help standing up. Everyone looked solemn, anxious, and frightened, wishing to rush forward to pull them away and save Ye Hui.

But they can't!

Ye Hui is the master of this battle, he will not admit defeat, he will not surrender, even if his body is covered with pain, even at the price of blood, all this must continue!

Lu Jiuque bit his lips tightly, staring at the young man who was beaten so hard that he couldn't see his face clearly, his eyes were red, and he was still stubborn, refusing to let the tears fall.

Useless things like tears are an insult to those who fight with dignity and life.

It wasn't until another mouthful of thick blood, mixed with some broken pieces of flesh, spurted out from Ye Hui's mouth that Yan Suiming grabbed Ye Hui's throat and lifted him up high.

The man's handsome facial features were blurred by blood, and only a pair of black eyes were slightly bright, like a monster that came quietly after setting aside the night.

The corners of his eyes and brows were full of evil spirits.

"Are you admitting defeat?" Yan Suiming asked softly, his beautiful thin lips raised, as if he was in a good mood.

Everyone had no doubts, if it wasn't for the rules saying that no one could be hurt, he would crush Ye Hui's throat without hesitation.

Ye Hui's cheeks were swollen unbearably, and his hands were trembling uncontrollably. He exhausted all his strength, raised his arms in the eyes of everyone's puzzled eyes, and clenched them into fists with difficulty. Slowly, leisurely, slowly, but Firmly, he hit Yan Suiming again.

"..."

This punch didn't even make a crisp sound, but it made people's throat tighten and the pain was unbearable.

Don't admit defeat!
Do not admit defeat!

With such resolute actions, the young man spoke of his inner persistence.

He promised that he would not regress or admit defeat, otherwise...how could he catch up with her?

Some people couldn't bear to look at such a picture, and gently looked away.

Someone stood up and shouted excitedly: "Ye Hui! What are you doing! Are you courting death? Give up now!"

"Admit defeat! Ye Hui!"

"It's okay, there's still the next game!"

(End of this chapter)