The flower of the black thorn withered, and before Lunt could kick her off the field, the owner waved his hand, and two thugs quickly came on stage and dragged her away.
This woman is not only a boxer, but also a very useful tool, a tool that can discharge desires.
At least the person in the room enjoyed her service very much.
The tragic situation of Black Thorn Flower shocked the audience. The big boy on the scene really did not treat her as a sexy beauty.
The audience gradually became restless.
"Isn't that too cruel? Such a beauty is dazzling in front of him, and he doesn't even look at it?"
"Yeah, if I go up there, I can watch her to death!"
"Hmph, I'm afraid she'll kick your head off before you can even see her to death! This is the Black Thorn Flower. What we should be concerned about is that this person actually defeated her!"
"It's not just about winning, it's easy to win, but he was really capable of doing it. The woman's stomach must be full of turmoil."
"Tsk, tsk, if I want to go on stage, I will never be able to beat her at all. I would rather die under her long, ecstatic legs!"
Lunt didn't care about the audience's reaction, he only cared about Madeline's feelings. The big man shook his head and looked at his companions proudly.
Madeleine took the lead, and everyone unanimously extended their thumbs to Lunt, including Elena, whose eyes were covered by Ofina, and she extended two more.
Lunt saw the smile on Madeleine's lips and was greatly encouraged. He stretched out his hand and pointed at the host without looking back.
The owner of the venue was provoked and began to take off his clothes one by one.
Rogge, who had excellent eyesight, suddenly saw a very familiar emblem on the necklace around the owner's neck, a shield and a few snowflakes. It was the home of the Frostshield family that he had seen on Viscount Tang En. emblem.
"This Black Thorn Fighting Arena is actually the property of the Frost Shield Family. The person in that room cannot happen to be Tang En." Rogge thought to himself.
Twain must have known about Lisa's participation in the Imperial College Competition. With his bad character of being entangled, there was a high probability that he would come to Odens.
And there is a high probability that such a vicious person would seek excitement in his own dirty fighting arena.
Recalling Tang En's last words to everyone at Ipuni Port, and Lunt's kick that kicked him away, Rogge made a few hidden gestures to Lunt.
Communication between good buddies does not need to be too complicated. Lunt nodded slightly to express his understanding.
The host came on the field shirtless and did not forget to give a pre-fight speech, "Boy, if you can defeat the Black Thorn Flower, I underestimate you, but this is really your last battle. If you have anything else to say, go quickly. Talk to that chick.”
Lunt was unmoved and used his words to make people think. He had seen it a lot. The eldest sister, Ofina, often used Madeleine to scold him when they were sparring with him. The key is that it still worked.
Seeing that Lunt had no reaction, the host decided to increase his intensity. His normal face turned into a lewd one, and he said with a strange smile: "What, you don't believe it? Is that your woman over there? Oh, maybe not yet. But it doesn't matter. I decided to spare your life, I will play with her in front of you and torture her to death!"
In a sense, the owner won because he identified Lunt's weakness and succeeded in irritating him.
But in another sense, he lost, completely, because he failed to see clearly Lunt's true strength.
The owner of the Black Thorn Fighting Arena was a high-level warrior who survived every death-fight and was promoted to a high-ranking position by the Frostshield family.
After being exposed to the corrupt life of the nobles, and gaining some power, the owner of the venue changed.
The daily training is so-so, the diet is out of control, and too much energy is spent on the woman's belly.
A few years later, he retreated instead of advancing, and his body was no longer as strong as before. Not only that, he also lost his previous accurate judgment on his opponents.
But his perception of his own strength has not changed, and he still feels that he is invincible.
In his opinion, Lunt is just a kid with some strength. He has won three games in a row, so what's the point? He can also do it easily when facing those miscellaneous fish.
Since he is a child, there is a high probability that his character will not be firm. No, after saying a few harsh words, he immediately lost his sense of proportion.
"Oh, let me teach you this last lesson. After all, the adult in the room wants your life."
Thinking of this, the field owner wiped his hands from the edge of his pants, and between the ring finger and middle finger of his fists, there were two short but sharp fist blades.
Lunt was indeed angry. It didn't matter how others scolded him, but as long as someone humiliated Madeleine, he wanted to tear that person into pieces.
He only beat the previous gangster half to death because his good friend Rogge specifically asked him to save his breath. But just now, Rogge gave him a signal that the person in front of him was an enemy and there was no need to hold back.
That would be great, I could finally kill him and let out the violent element accumulated in my heart that Nasak people are particularly prone to.
Lunt bared his teeth and showed a smile that made Madeline feel a little ugly.
"Hey, you can still laugh, let's die!" Seeing that his emotions were almost brewing, the owner burst out with energy and punched out his fists, attacking Lunt first!
The owner of the field followed the attack path of an assassin, which was very fast and had a tricky attack angle.
But Lunt, who was often tortured by Sonia, had seen what real quickness and cunning meant. The big man accurately judged the attack route, but did not dodge. He ignored the fist blades that reflected the cold light, and directly grabbed the fists of the master of the field with both palms. !
The owner of the field was horrified. He didn't expect Lunt to be able to keep up with his speed, nor did he expect him to catch him so directly.
It was too late to change his tactics at this time. The owner gritted his teeth and continued to attack with all his strength.
"Tsk!" The sharp blade penetrated the flesh, and the fist blade carrying strength penetrated Lunt's palm. Lunt didn't care about the pain, which was very slow. He used enough strength to firmly grasp the owner's fists, muster his strength, and fight hard. extrusion!
The pit owner's fist suddenly heard the scream of "crack, click, click" bones, and cold sweat instantly dripped from his forehead.
The owner of the field gritted his teeth and struggled hard, but he could not break free from Lunt's grip. Suddenly he raised his foot and knocked on the ground. A sharp blade came out of the front of the shoe and kicked Lunt's crotch quickly!
He had just experienced the black thorn flower teasing his vaginal legs, and this time there was an enhanced version, but Lunt was already prepared.
His logic is very simple. If the opponent has a sharp blade in his hand, he will also have one on his feet.
Lunt used his hands to throw the host directly over his head, and then threw him to the ground with all his strength!
"Bang!" This move used to throw the monster was extremely powerful, and a human-shaped pit was created on the ground.
Before Lunt could loosen his grip on the opponent's fist, he raised his foot and kicked his head hard while the owner was being thrown to pieces!
"Crack!" The field owner's head visibly retracted into his neck, and his energy suddenly dissipated, and his whole body went from struggling to become stiff, then to limp.
An environment full of violence and blood like the Blackthorn Fighting Arena can easily make people violent.
Lunt was suppressing himself before, but now he looked at the owner who could no longer fight back. Thinking of the dirty words he just said, his blood suddenly surged.
The big man kicked the host between his elbows with two feet. The second time he even took off his entire upper arm, and then kicked his knees to pieces, so that he could no longer use his vicious legs that teased his vagina.
The last punch hit the host's heart, completely breaking his heart and cutting off his life.
Lunt yelled, grabbed the host and threw him into the room. The host hit the special one-way light-transmitting window with a pop, and then slid to the ground like a puddle of mud.
"Ah!!" A faint scream came from the room that was originally well-soundproofed. One can imagine how frightened the owner of the sound was.
If Lunt had listened carefully, he would have thought the voice was familiar, but he had no intention of listening carefully.
Lunt finished venting his anger and regained his consciousness. He looked at his hands in confusion, then turned to look at Madeline and his companions.
Madeline pursed her lips and looked a little serious. Lunt felt nervous and lowered his head, like a big boy who had done something wrong.
"Let's go." Roger greeted.
Only then did the audience realize what had happened. The owner of the arena, who had dominated the fight to the death, was thrown out of the arena like garbage by this big boy. Judging from his state, he was probably dead.
This is just...so exciting!
The audience doesn't care about the life or death of the venue owner, they just want to watch the fun, they just love to watch the fun.
Lunt's fight did not have bloody scenes, but it was very lively, so they cheered and cheered for the newly born king of death fighting.
Lunt, on the other hand, no longer had the calmness and calmness he had during the fight. He lowered his head and walked towards Madeleine step by step with heavy steps.
The big man mustered up the courage to look at his sweetheart and said, "Linlin, I..."
"Get out of here first." Madeline stretched out her hand to Lunt. Seeing that his eyes were suddenly dull and he didn't move, she grabbed Lunt's bleeding palm and pulled him out of the field.
In this fighting arena, almost all people had dark hearts and longed for violence. Their cheers were nothing to miss. Everyone drove away the thug holding the door and left.
Along the tributary of the Nalan River that passes through Odens City.
The river reflected the moonlight and was sparkling, but the light was still very dark. I could only hear the sound of flowing water, but could not see the details of Hanoi.
Ofina healed the wounds on Lunt's palms and arms, and did not forget to comfort the depressed boy, "Big stupid bear, don't be sad, it's not like Linlin doesn't want you anymore, cheer up!"
"I...I was wrong." Lunt muttered.
Lunt regretted not being able to control his emotions during the battle with the owner, which resulted in violence taking over his brain.
Before coming to Odens, Rogge had just taught the students a lesson, one of which was to stay calm and not be impulsive when encountering problems.
Lunt made a mistake. This time he was able to win because his strength was much higher than his opponent, but what about next time? You know, many very powerful people are also masters of verbal attacks.
Rogge patted his good friend on the shoulder and said: "Lunt, as a Sackman, you are very good at being able to control yourself to this extent. I let you play today just to make you understand better." Own."
"We all have violence in our hearts, but Sakdo people will definitely face more violent moments. You must learn to control yourself, firmly control your body, and not be swayed by emotions."
Roger paused, winked at Madeline, and continued: "Only in this way, Madeline will like you even more!"
Lunt's eyes lit up when he heard this, he looked up at Madeline and asked, "Linlin, is it true?"
Madeline rolled her eyes and responded softly, "Yeah."
Lunt was instantly resurrected with full blood, and his whole body was full of motivation.
He decided that no matter what his opponents said in the future, he would not be affected.
The worst possible outcome would be to tear his mouth apart.
