But Chu Yao didn't care at all. He held two King Alloy gloves in front of him, one to protect his face and eyes, and the other to protect his chest and internal organs.

whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Bang!

boom!

Arrows kept shooting at Chu Yao.

He was shot in the legs, shoulders, waist, and even wings.

Still like before, it penetrated deep into the muscles.

However, Chu Yao's chest and head were protected by the King's Alloy Boxing Gloves and were completely unharmed.

Chu Yao felt extreme pain all over his body, but victory was already in his grasp.

Bang!

Chu Yao bumped into Luo Feng hard.

The terrifying body, coupled with the rapid speed, is like a collision between Mars and the Earth.

The longbow in Luo Feng's hand was smashed to pieces, and his body was thrown high up and flew out of the arena.

He vomited blood in mid-air.

Blood spurted out.

Luo Feng was badly hit, with at least three ribs broken and his internal organs bleeding.

He has the ability to fight in close combat, but this kind of rampage has nothing to do with any skills.

To put it bluntly, it's just reckless.

A pure collision of flesh and flesh, man on man, straight up.

Luo Feng is not as strong as Chu Yao, nor does he have Chu Yao's kinetic energy.

So, a complete defeat in the laning phase.

so,

"Give up!"

"I give up, fucking!"

The moment Chu Yao's rope was wrapped around his neck, Luo Feng shouted.

Hearing this, Chu Yao also stopped.

Landed.

Crumbling.

There were seven or eight arrows all over Chu Yao's body, and blood was oozing out from every arrow hole, staining his white armor into blood.

Luo Feng was lying on the ground, still spitting blood foam from his mouth, his face pale.

"Aren't you too cruel?"

"You still fight like this?"

The muscles on his face twitched as he spoke with difficulty.

Chu Yao was covered in blood, but he had an extremely bright smile on his face.

"Who told you to coat the arrow with poison?"

"You didn't lose to me."

"You just don't treat this place as a real battlefield."

Chu Yao said this without any sarcasm, but was communicating sincerely and genuinely.

Luo Feng spat out blood and nodded silently.

…

In the stands.

Lu Zhenhua hurried over and treated the injuries of the two.

First, a green light appeared, stabilizing Luo Feng's injuries.

Then he looked at Chu Yao.

His eyes were cold.

His face turned ashen.

"You're the only one who's awesome, right?"

"Do you take this as a real battlefield?"

"Who is more ruthless?"

"Even more desperate?"

Lu Zhenhua spoke in a tone of disappointment.

Chu Yao: ...

She looked at him shyly with a coquettish tone.

"Okay, stop talking. Come on, feed me. It hurts."

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