Yilu fans could even vaguely see Bruce Lee's shadow from his attack.

“Ada~!”

Kriman attacked Yilufan again, no longer surprised that the other party could recognize the boxing school he used, after all, they were recognized several schools.

“Ha~!”

First, he kicked Yilumi's right knee, trying to break his lower plate.

"Bang!"

His kick hit Yilumi's knee accurately, but Yilumi's feet remained motionless.

"Do your legs be made of stone?"

On the other hand, Kriman grinned and felt extremely painful, as if he had kicked a stone.

"Is your martial arts just imitation?"

Yilumi looked at Kreman expressionlessly, and his expectation turned into disappointment as Kreman's constantly changing boxing techniques.

"You'd better break my boxing skills first!"

Kriman gritted his teeth, gave up the kick, and clawed his right hand and grabbed his chin.

Yilumi clasped her fist with her left hand, collided with Kriman's right claw with a "bang". With a "click", his finger joints broke.

But Yilumi didn't plan to let him go. She stretched out her left hand with a fist and grabbed his right wrist with a "pop".

Kriman endured the pain and punched Yilumi's chest with a straight punch.

"Peng!"

However, Yilumi's right hand was steadily caught by him and his five fingers were pressed on his wrist. No matter how hard Kriman struggled, he could not pull out his palm.

“Uhhh…”

"Let me go!"

Kriman looked ferocious, raised his left and right foot and kicked the opponent with a "bang bang bang", but he remained indifferent.

Moreover, his left wrist was getting more and more painful. Yilumi's power was so powerful that he was unbelievable that the severe pain made his eyes burst.

"What kind of monster-like power is this?"

"How could there be such a monster-like little ghost?"

Yilumi was a little bored and let the other party kick him in the body. The expression on his face did not change at all.

Anyway, for him, this level of attack was tickling, and compared with Zi Po Nian's fist that could move several tons at any time, it was not worth mentioning.

The reason why Yilu fans fought with him for so long was that they just wanted to see what he called martial arts, that's all.

“Oh ~!”

"Friends of the audience, the situation on the field seems to have undergone a shocking reversal!"

"Player Kriman's hands were controlled by the Ilu fans and could not be pulled out."

"No matter how Kriman kicks the body of the Ilu fans, the Ilu fans are not struggling..."

"No, it should be said that it was like an adult who took the attack from a three-year-old child and was still in a state of distortion."

"All, this sentence doesn't seem to be appropriate here?"

The enthusiastic voice of the commentator sounded at the right time, and all the doubts in the audience's hearts were revealed.

"What's going on?"

"Can you still fight?"

"Hey, you two, don't twist together, hurry up and fight!"

The people in the audience urged loudly, wanting to watch the bloody battles of fist-to-flesh, instead of standing on the field and motionless.

"It's disappointing. This is the martial arts you have learned since childhood and have gathered the strengths of a hundred schools of thought?"

"Since I was a child, I have been practicing martial arts for decades."

"After all, you have no talent."

A disappointed expression appeared on Yilumi's face. Kriman clearly felt the contempt coming from Yilumi's words, and was very angry.

"What do you know!?"

"You little devil who doesn't know what martial arts are!"

"A person like you who have an incomparable talent as soon as you were born."

"How can we understand that weak people like us want to pursue a strong heart!?"

Faced with the contempt of Ilu fans, Kriman looked fierce and expressed his inner unwillingness in a roar.

Two lines of tears flowed out of their eyes unconsciously.

"Why must martial arts rely on talent!?"

"Why can some people step on the heads of others when they are born??"

Kriman's sudden roar calmed the entire arena.

Even the commentator in the commentary seat no longer gave commentary on the scene, and the audience also focused on looking at Kriman who was crying on the screen.

Yilumi had no expression on her face, and Kriman roared in her heart, and he was speechless.

He is not a weak person, so he cannot empathize from the perspective of the weak person, but he can fully understand Kreman's feelings.

At this time, Kriman was filled with pink smoke representing jealousy and light green smoke representing rage, and orange smoke representing unwillingness and grief.

"Forget it, it's enough."

Yilumi spoke softly, and the game was almost over.

Yilumi let go of Kriman's wrist with his right hand, instantly clenched his fist, leaving the second knuckle of the index finger to protrude externally, and hit Kriman's eyebrows, the middle and the jaw at a speed that is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

"Peng Peng Peng!!!"

Three vibrating sounds almost overlapped. A sunken fingerprint appeared at three positions on Kriman's face, and blood flowed.

And this move only lasts 0.01 seconds from the end of the game.

"Sign finger·Three consecutive."

Kriman opened his mouth wide and made no sound. His eyes were wide open, his eyes protruded outside, and blood spread on the whites.

Suddenly my eyes rolled up, my whole body became soft and I lost consciousness.

"It's good night time, imitate uncle."

Yilumi let go of Kriman's right wrist with her left hand, and Kriman fell softly to the ground and stopped moving.

And the battle lasted only two minutes and thirty-six seconds.

"The victory...the victory has been decided!"

The referee ran over and looked at his body falling softly to the ground, blood kept pouring out. Unconsciously Kriman quickly decided that the game was a victory for the fans of Ilu.

Yilumi was still the same as in the previous game, silently turning around and walking under the ring.

"The knot... is over!!!"

The enthusiastic voice of the narrator sounded again at this time, rekindling the atmosphere at the scene.

"The one who won the 90th floor is..."

"Yilu Fan Beat Dike!!!"

"It took two minutes and thirty-six seconds, after a series of fierce battles."

"End the battle with a dramatic blow!"

"Ilu fans beat the enemy...Victor!!!"

The lights hit Yilumi who was slowly heading towards the players' exit passage. The audience at Arena A on the 90th floor cheered wildly, and the battle made them excited.

Even the audience who lost money by betting could not help but get up and cheer, losing money for this wonderful battle was worth it.

"Hohoho..."

Zi Ponian and Wutong sat in the audience. Zi Ponian looked at Yi Lu fans who won the game effortlessly, and tears couldn't help but burst into tears in his eyes.

"Young Master Yilu Mi is still such a genius."

"Hate, why can't I stop the tear glands?"

Zi Po Nian wiped away the tears in the corner of her eyes with her left hand, and her face was full of touching smiles.

"That player named Kriman is really bad luck."

Wutong still had a cold expression, and he was not surprised by Yilu fans' victory.

"If he didn't meet Young Master Yilumi."

"With his strength, it is entirely possible to hit the 150th floor."

"Just relying on his changing fighting style and his fighting strength based on hand-to-hand communication."

"Maybe, even those guys on the 200th floor may not be able to kill him in seconds without having to read it."

"I met Master Yilumi on the 90th floor, and I was really unlucky."

A white light flashed across the Wutong lenses, commenting on Yilu Fan's opponent Kriman.
Chapter completed!