Unspeakable bubbles

"Aren't we having distinguished guests today? Marquis Grant loves to feign civility in front of VIPs; he's not going to personally go up and fight the gladiators."

"Dad..."

"Haha, isn't that great! This kid has a unique idea."

Marquis Fogra calmly waved his hand: "I'll go up and have a go with him, just to liven things up."

Patty looked at her father with trepidation. He spoke in a relaxed tone and seemed very calm.

Can......

The throbbing veins on his forehead betrayed the true thoughts in the marquis's heart.

Fogra slowly walked onto the stage, staring at 'Iron Fist' with murderous intent in his eyes!

"You little brat, you've got some nerve!"

"My lord, today is truly a pleasant surprise."

'Iron Fist' smiled slightly: "Not only can he compete with the 'Beast King' to the east of Sion, but even the 'Commander-in-Chief' to the south has unexpectedly shown up."

"..."

Fugra was taken aback. Judging from this guy's words, after challenging him, he wanted to fight Marquis Yog.

"Turns out he's a reckless, arrogant martial arts fanatic."

Fugra shook his head, then suddenly made his move: "I'll send you on your way!"

Bubble is a VIP of the Grant family, how could he possibly let some unknown martial arts fanatic challenge her?

Fugra may appear rugged, but he is actually quite thoughtful.

With each step he took onto the stage, he was gathering his strength. At this moment, he unleashed a thunderous attack, disregarding the difference in their abilities and giving it his all!

"Ok?"

A flicker of surprise crossed Iron Fist's eyes. This punch was purely an attempt to overwhelm someone with sheer force and superior skill.

He is certain to die before he has even broken through to the level of a super strong person!

But it's okay.

If he can't stop it now, then...

Break through!

"boom!"

A thunderous roar echoed on the stage. As their fists collided, "Iron Fist" was bleeding from the corner of his mouth and flew backward.

Fugra had the upper hand, but he was filled with horror.

How can it be?

This guy broke through at the last minute!

"That's impossible. I wouldn't be wrong twice."

'I personally vet every new fighter; he didn't even have the strength of a Grandmaster at the start.'

'Now they enter the arena as grandmasters, and then they manage to break through on the spot when fighting me?'

Even if his cultivation technique is unorthodox, and he absorbed a large amount of life essence after more than ten consecutive battles, his accumulation is still far from reaching a qualitative change.

These thoughts vanished in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, only a boiling murderous intent remained in Fergra's heart.

"it is good!"

He roared and lunged forward.

Punch after punch, Fugra gave the super strongman in front of him no chance to breathe.

The first punch sent a flash of blood across 'Iron Fist's' face, clearly indicating that he had suffered another serious injury.

With his second punch, 'Iron Fist' met Fogra's fist head-on, his expression unchanged.

With his third punch, the fighter appeared relaxed, his eyes full of smiles.

The fourth punch!

Fergra stumbled back several steps, then exclaimed incredulously, "Impossible! Who are you?"

Section 619, Chapter 618: Blowing Bubbles

Fugra simply couldn't believe that someone's cultivation level could rise to this level in such a short time. With his final punch, he realized that 'Iron Fist' in front of him had completely surpassed his own cultivation level!

'He must have been hiding his strength before; this guy is probably a monster.' The Marquis redefined 'iron fist' in his mind.

"You'll become even stronger after some time."

"Iron Fist" said with some regret, "I'll come back to you then, and we'll definitely have a great fight."

"but......"

He changed his tone: "If I hadn't come this time, how could I have happened to run into the Commander-in-Chief?"

“Fergra, my battle with you is over.”

'Iron Fist' turned and stared at the young girl below the stage: "Commander-in-Chief, I should have come in person to learn from you, but this opportunity is too rare."

"Even if it is an incarnation, please give me some pointers."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Fugra flew into a rage, and strange, blood-red patterns spread across his body.

"I haven't been defeated yet! Let's fight another three hundred rounds!"

The ogre's blood boiled, and in the blink of an eye, Fergra's body swelled up a size.

"He's a fool too."

Looking at the ferocious-looking Fugra, 'Iron Fist' showed a look of compassion.

He formed a hand seal with one hand and uttered a mantra.

"Mo!"

With a roar, even though Fugra was already a super strong person, his mind was instantly shaken by the supreme secret technique.

Iron Fist could have taken this opportunity to get Fergra off the field, but he didn't. Instead, he walked straight to the little girl's position.

"Commander-in-Chief, aren't you going to make a move?"

"Stop!"

Petty stood up abruptly, her face full of anxiety, and stood in front of the little girl.

"If you take another step forward, I... I won't let you go!"

The girl spoke fiercely, but in reality, she lacked confidence.

Even his father couldn't stop this guy, so there's even less chance he could.

But there are some things that we still have to do even if we know we can't do them!

"Good prospects"

Iron Fist's eyes lit up, and he reached out and gestured: "I won't hurt you, just behave and don't cause trouble."

Petty felt an invisible force strike her, and she staggered to the side.

"Bubble, stop playing! There's an enemy!"

"Ok?"

The little girl's braids trembled, and she raised her head somewhat blankly.

"The enemy... is blowing bubbles!"

She dipped a bubble wand in soapy water and blew a soap bubble at 'Iron Fist'.

"..."

'Iron Fist' had a strange look on his face; he felt he was being seriously underestimated.

The soap bubble floated leisurely to his side, and the man impatiently swung a gust of wind from his palm.

"Ok?"

The soap bubble, instead of bursting after being struck by his palm, swelled to the size of a person.

"That's interesting."

With great interest, 'Iron Fist' extended a finger and gently poked the soap bubble.

An immense suction force surged forth, and 'Iron Fist' was unable to struggle and was instantly sucked in.

He looked on in astonishment and suddenly threw a punch from inside the soap bubble.

The bubble wrap jiggled elastically but didn't burst.

"what?"

This time, 'Iron Fist' was genuinely surprised.

He abandoned his underestimation and delivered a serious chop.

Shaking, shaking.

"Mo!"

With a word of truth, the soap bubble swayed again.

Iron Fist watched helplessly as he gradually lifted off the ground, and before long, he was flying into the air with the soap bubble.

The man could no longer remain calm; impatience appeared in his eyes.

Even in his avatar, he could never be defeated by a soap bubble blown by the Dark Commander!

His fist blurred into a blur as he strained with all his might to break the eerie bubble.

However, the soap bubble drifted further and further away until he could no longer see the Colosseum, and he still couldn't escape from it.