The second update!
A mass of bright and colorful money, symbolizing dignity and strength, fluttered in the air, engulfing both Johnson and Xue Peng.
"Fuck!"
To everyone's horror, Johnson stood up again, a scornful smile on his lips as he coldly stared at Xue Peng.
"That's a man!"
Xue Peng praised, then stepped forward, easily blocking Johnson's weak and feeble punch before grabbing his shoulder.
"Roar, roar, roar..."
The crowd boiled even more. Everyone knew what Xue Peng was going to do. More shouts and money filled the small space.
Here, a life could become worthless or priceless.
Xue Peng lifted Johnson up and then slammed his knee repeatedly into Johnson's face, blood splattering everywhere, accompanied by cries of agony.
But the people ignored everything. In an unrestricted fighting match, there was only life or death, no sympathy.
"The match is about to end, quite thrilling!" Hua Manlou, nerves tightly wound, suddenly took a long breath.
