Pan Han had no idea about the story behind this and felt completely baffled.

But the joy of victory made him forget all this temporarily. After all, he got another 5 points, which was great!

He returned to the waiting area again, smoking, drinking water and watching the game!

"Sister! Does Lord Pan really know this trick?" Mo Li touched his crotch and asked Cheng Xiao quietly.

Cheng Xiao's head was buzzing, and she quickly swore in front of the lamp that she had never seen him use it before.

"That's strange. I've observed that Ouyang Feijin's leg muscles are extremely developed and hard. It's impossible for the force to penetrate them instantly!" Mo Li's eyes were opened today. He felt more and more that Pan Han was a magical boy!

"Maybe it's just luck!" Cheng Xiao didn't know how to respond and could only speak vaguely.

Pan Han stared at the broadcast screen, watching as everyone finished their competition, leaving only the last team still struggling hard!

The two men were covered in blood, one of them had three teeth knocked out, and the other had a cracked eyebrow and a broken nose!

"Damn! These two are truly evenly matched! Fortunately I didn't encounter them, otherwise it would be the same!" Pan Han felt pain just watching them and couldn't help but touch his nose and mouth.

The entire audience focused their attention on the two of them.

The two of them have started to fight each other, punching each other, no one dodges or evades, just to see who falls first!

"If they keep fighting like this, someone will die!" Some audience members couldn't help but shout out!

But the referee and commentator were unmoved!

If you are not as skilled as others, you don’t deserve to get the intermediate potion!

Bad luck means being less skilled than others!

You guys try it!

Bang!

Bang!

The two of them now started slapping each other!

Teeth were all over the floor and blood was splattered everywhere!

"Hiss!" With each slap, the audience made a sound in unison, not knowing whether they were in pain themselves or were feeling the pain for the trial-taker!

Finally, after fifteen rounds of slaps, one of them staggered and fell down first!

The commentator was afraid that the other person would fall down as well, so he quickly pulled up his hand and announced the winner!

But just as the victory was announced, this man could no longer bear it and fell down.

The medical team immediately entered the scene to carry the person away, and the audience erupted in thunderous applause to bid farewell to the two warriors.

As the two were carried away, the atmosphere on the scene reached a climax!

The commentator was shouting excitedly, the music was playing loudly, and the atmosphere group cheerleaders came in and danced!

Looking at everything in front of him, Pan Han thought he was at the finals, it was both dreamy and real!

After a short break of ten minutes, the third round begins!

This time Pan Han’s opponent is No. 22 - Jing Cun of Jiaoxiel.

"Oh my god, he must be very dirty!" Pan Han shuddered when he saw the name.

But he still faced the scalp and came to the ring.

The other party was already waiting for him in the venue. Seeing Pan Han coming, he bowed deeply and said, "Brother Bangda, please give me your guidance!"

Unexpectedly, the wrinkles on the heels were very clean, which made Pan Han feel relieved.

They were so clean, bowed so deeply, and spoke so politely that it reminded Pan Han of a country in his own world!

"Hello, Mr. Jingcun!" Pan Han was not used to bowing deeply, so he just nodded slightly in return.

"It is my honor to be able to spar with the top brother on the list!" Jiaoxi Jingcun bowed deeply again!

"Jing Cun Jun, please use all your strength, you are welcome!"

"Don't worry, Big Brother! Giving it my all is the greatest respect for you!"

"Big Brother Bang, I usually use a knife, but I don't have one today, so I can only use my hands as a knife. Please bear with me!"

After saying this, Jiaoxi Jingcun made a gesture of chopping with a knife!

"Good job! Then I will fight you with Jeet Kune Do!" Pan Han took off his shirt, revealing his eight-pack abs and strong arms!

The game starts immediately!

Pan Han quickly assumed a classic Jeet Kune Do stance, looking quite skilled. His eyes blazed as he stared at his opponent, ready to take on the challenge.

Jingcun stood with a knife in his hand. His eyes were cold and the knife was flashing with a cold light, showing the majesty of a warrior.

The moment the match started, Pan Han rushed towards Jing Cun's heel as fast as lightning, and his fist came through the air like a cannonball.

He dodged quickly with his heel, and his sword skills were flexible and accurate, avoiding all of Pan Han's attacks.

Pan Han was not discouraged. He turned the passive situation into active one, and with a flash of his body, he came to the side of Jingcun, and quickly sent out a series of consecutive punches. The shadows of the fists crisscrossed and hit Jingcun, the heel, like raindrops.

“Ada!”

"oops!"

The two men fought with fists and swords, and the fight was tight!

Pan Han suddenly dodged and kicked sideways, aiming for the opponent's waist with his heel. The opponent was about to defend himself with his knife, but Pan Han feinted and kicked straight at the opponent's face!

This is the most powerful chain kick in Jeet Kune Do!

The speed was so fast that even high-speed cameras couldn't capture it clearly!

I saw several afterimages hitting Jingchuang's face one after another, and then he flew out!

"Ouch!" A scream resounded throughout the venue.

Except for the intermediate evolvers, no one could see how many times he was kicked.

In the VIP room, Mo Li saw Pan Han's attack and showed admiration.

"Sister! Did you see how many times Pan Han kicked you just now?" He lit a cigarette Pan Han gave him and turned to ask.

"I didn't see it clearly!" Cheng Xiao blushed immediately. Not only could she not see how many times Pan Han kicked her, but she couldn't even count how many times he stabbed her last night.

In short, it’s very fast!

"Exactly 12 kicks!" Mo Li stretched out both hands, but he couldn't clearly pronounce the number 12.

"Ah!!! How is this possible!" Although Cheng Xiao is an assassin, he is not unfamiliar with fighting skills.

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