Han Feng grinned: "Of course we have to continue until the winner is decided. If you are afraid, just admit defeat."
"Would I be afraid of you?"
Dou Luo's face was gloomy: "I'm going to fight you today, keep going!"
"I told you to be so stubborn!"
Han Feng got angry and kicked the fantasy doll wildly.
After kicking, he lay on the ground in pain.
"ah..."
Douluo screamed miserably.
It has no healing talent and has suffered so many critical hits in a row that it feels like it is about to explode.
The reason why I have been able to persist until now is all because of my unwillingness to admit defeat.
Han Feng treated himself, lay on the ground for a while, and then stood up again.
Douluo swallowed hard: "Still coming? Doesn't that thing of yours hurt?"
"My thing isn't made of steel, so of course it hurts. But, in order to defeat you, I can't care less."
Han Feng said with a serious face.
Douluo thought for a moment and said, "I don't think there's any need for us to continue hurting each other."
Han Feng raised his eyebrows: "What are you going to do?"
Douluo said bluntly: "Don't kick the rag doll. I won't use that talent. Let's fight with real swords and guns!"
Han Feng hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay."
If he continued to hurt her, even if he could defeat Douluo, he would definitely have to shed a layer of skin.
Moreover, this guy would definitely not be convinced if Douluo was defeated in this way.
So, let's just have a fair fight between real men.
Douluo was overjoyed: "You said it, don't cheat!"
Han Feng said in a resounding voice: "My words are always my bond!"
"Come on then!"
Douluo took a step and rushed towards Han Feng madly.
His anger had been suppressed to the extreme, and he vowed to teach Han Feng a profound lesson.
Han Feng did not choose to fight head-on, but used teleportation to quickly retreat and create some distance.
Douluo was startled: "Why are you running?"
"Tactics!"
Han Feng curled his lips.
"No matter what bullshit tactics you use, I'm going to beat the shit out of you today!"
Douluo acted like a madman and charged towards Han Feng again.
"A fool!"
Han Feng curled his lips, then opened his storage bag and took out the porcelain bottle, saying, "Xiao Shuai, release the fog of war!"
A gray mist suddenly gushed out of the mouth of the porcelain bottle, spreading out in all directions like surging waves.
In the blink of an eye, it was like a huge gray curtain, covering everything around.
Douluo was trapped in the gray mist, his vision suddenly became blurred, and his sense of direction was completely lost.
Not only that, my brain also started to feel a little dizzy.
Faced with such a strange situation, Douluo did not panic at all.
I saw the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a scornful smile.
Then, he clenched his fist and swung it violently.
The moment he swung his fist, a powerful force gushed out from the center of his fist, quickly forming a huge tornado.
This tornado contained a powerful suction force, like a greedy giant beast, opening its bloody mouth and instantly swallowing up all the surrounding gray mist.
"It's just a trifle."
Douluo laughed wildly.
But at this moment, a dark shadow appeared behind it like a ghost.
"A sneak attack!"
Douluo realized something was wrong.
But before it could react, it saw a black shadow holding a sword burning with black flames and stabbing it hard in the butt.
"Forehead...."
The expression on Douluo's face suddenly froze.
At this moment, a pain like the abyss penetrated the body, deeply stimulating its mind and even making its soul tremble.
"ah..."
Douluo only held on for a second before letting out a heartbreaking roar.
"You're still too young to fight me."
Han Feng smiled grimly, then took a step forward and rushed to Douluo like an arrow. He swung his foot and kicked Douluo accurately in the crotch.
After this blow, Douluo trembled violently and fell to the ground, the corners of his mouth twitching: "You said you wouldn't kick me in the crotch, you untrustworthy despicable villain!"
Han Feng raised his eyebrows and chuckled, "I said I wouldn't kick the fantasy dolls anymore. When did I say I wouldn't kick the crotch anymore?"
Douluo: “….”
Just as he was in a trance, Han Feng raised his big foot and kicked again.
Each kick was powerful and aimed at Douluo's crotch.
"Nimma!"
Dou Luo was in excruciating pain.
Due to the erosion of the painful power of the Black Flame Saber, it is now completely unable to resist and has become a fish on the chopping board, allowing Han Feng to wreak havoc on it.
Bang, bang...
Han Feng kicked harder and harder, ignoring Douluo's screams.
Five seconds later, the painful force acting on Douluo disappeared.
Han Feng knew when to quit and retreated quickly.
Douluo took a breath and quickly got up from the ground.
At this moment, it had a ferocious look on its face, as if it wanted to eat people.
I've been abused by Han Feng for so long, I feel so frustrated.
If I don't beat Han Feng until he shits his pants, I will never be able to get rid of the hatred in my heart!
Han Feng said calmly, "Brother Luo, you've already seen my strength. I advise you to admit defeat and stop humiliating yourself!"
Dou Luo sneered: "You will pay a heavy price for your arrogance."
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