Chapter 102: One Fist

  He Dong walked out of the single room, his eyes swept over Zhou Fu'an and others, secretly thinking "Since you want to die early, I don't mind letting you go reincarnate early!"

  "Brother Dong!" He Dong's display of strength instantly gave Wang Xuewu boundless confidence.

  "This round goes to Tie Jun!" He Dong said directly.

  " Iron Army? Is he okay?" Wang Xuewu asked with some disbelief.

  "Believe me, it's all right." He Dong said with a faint smile.

  "Alright!" Wang Xuewu said with gritted teeth.

  The appearance of the Iron Army caused a stir again, who is the Iron Army? Almost everyone here knows that although the strength of the Iron Army is not bad, it is absolutely not considered a top-notch master.

  But this gamble has reached this point, if the top-notch master is not sent out again, it's simply no different from admitting defeat. However, nobody expected that He Dong would actually send out Tie Jun.

  However, with the lesson from the previous match, Zhou Fu'an didn't say any more mocking words, but instead looked at Tie Jun with disdain as he carefully stepped onto the stage.

  The iron army walked very carefully and their expressions were extremely tense and nervous. In everyone's eyes, this was considered a sign of the iron army being afraid and timid. However, they didn't know that the reason for this was mainly because the iron army had just gained great power and couldn't adapt to it immediately, so they were cautious in everything they did, whether walking or doing anything else.

  Some of the careful people made a new discovery, that is, Tie Jun's arm was still wrapped in plaster earlier, but now it's gone, and looking at his swinging arms, there's no sign of fracture at all. Was he pretending from the beginning?

  This scene was also discovered by Zhou Fu'an, and suddenly he felt a sense of being betrayed. He looked at Tie Jun and He Dong with eyes full of hatred and murderous intent.

  Life-and-death arena is different from other competitions, it has life-threatening risks, so in order to avoid any accidents after the event, both parties participating in the life-and-death arena must sign a life-and-death certificate.

  Although this life-and-death affidavit may not be recognized in the eyes of the law, it has fully achieved legal effect in the eyes of some aristocratic families, because to a certain extent, these aristocratic families have already transcended the constraints of the law.

  However, when signing the life and death warrant, a small problem arose. The person sent by Huayang was named Hualong, who was the number one master under Huayang and also his confidant. He picked up the pen and signed his name on the warrant.

  But when it was Tie Jun's turn, Tie Jun lost control of his strength and crushed three steel pens. His hand trembled non-stop while writing, and he even sweated due to tension.

  Those who didn't know the true situation of Tie Jun all thought that he was forced by He Dong to step onto this life-and-death stage. Whether it was crushing his pen or trembling hands when writing, or sweating on his forehead, they were all signs of Tie Jun's fear. So everyone's face couldn't help but reveal a mocking expression, and even Hua Long showed a disdainful gaze.

  Because it was a life-and-death duel, there was no need for any referees. After Huálóng and Tiějūn signed the death warrant, they stood facing each other on the dueling platform. At this time, their expressions remained unchanged - Huálóng had a slight smile with his mouth upturned, while Tiějūn still looked cautious.

  "Kill! Kill! Kill him!" As soon as the life-and-death duel officially began, there was no movement on the stage, but under the stage it exploded like a bomb that had been ignited in an instant. Everyone waved their hands and shouted excitedly.

  "Come on, Iron Army, hold on! We believe you can win!" Wang Xuewu was also cheering and shouting encouragement for Tie Jun under the stage.

  "Hua Long, don't end it so quickly, let's take our time and play slowly!" Hua An's sharp voice was not to be outdone.

  Hua Long inherited the arrogance of the Hua family, standing on the stage, he directly and domineeringly hooked his finger at Tie Jun, with a look of disdain on his face.

  The Iron Army now, apart from being extremely cautious in every move, didn't have any particularly special expression on his face. Moreover, when the opponent provoked him with a scornful tone, he remained calm and composed, even following the opponent's movements step by step as he walked towards Huálóng.

  "How ignorant and fearless!" Hua Yayang thought that Tie Jun's actions were suicidal.

  "We must win, we absolutely can't lose!" He Xi and Wang Xuewu were so nervous that they were praying in their hearts.

  At this time, only He Dong still had a calm and carefree expression, as if the things on the stage had nothing to do with him, and he was just an onlooker.

  Hua Long and Tie Jun were only about four or five meters apart, a distance that would normally allow them to collide in an instant. However, it took Tie Jun five or six seconds to reach Hua Long's side, as if he knew he had wasted too much time. Without saying another word, Tie Jun swung his fist straight at Hua Long.

  The iron army's punch speed is not fast, and the trajectory of the punch is also very simple, it's just a straightforward one, such an ordinary punch, in anyone's eyes, will not pose much threat.

  "Hum!" Although everyone didn't think highly of Tie Jun, they still hoped for a miracle to happen. However, as soon as Tie Jun threw that punch, the mocking voices merged into one.

  Hua Long had never taken Tie Jun seriously from the start, and now seeing this punch, the contemptuous light in his eyes became even stronger. As for this punch, he didn't dodge or evade it either, directly stretching out his palm to prepare to grasp the incoming fist, and according to his thinking, that was to crush the opponent's hand bones with one squeeze.

  Hua Long's intentions were clear, and many of the spectators below the stage also saw through them. Their faces all showed expressions of watching a good show, and many people wanted to see what Iron Army would look like with his hands crushed.

  After all, in the eyes of these people, the Iron Army represents the weak, and bullying the weak can make some people who are often bullied find some psychological balance.

  "Crack!" However, what shocked everyone was that when they excitedly watched Hua Long's palm grasping Tie Jun's fist, a strange change occurred. Hua Long's palm not only did not crush Tie Jun's hand bones, but even couldn't stop Tie Jun's fist. On the contrary, under Tie Jun's fist attack, Hua Long's palm and arm were broken and fractured like paper.

  "Ah!" Looking at the flesh and blood flying everywhere, with bones shattered and piercing through the skin, exposed in the air, everyone was shocked at first, then many people screamed in terror at the same time. Some of those who were weaker couldn't bear it and vomited, bowing their heads and bending their waists.

  "No! This can't be!" Hua Long himself was stunned by this shocking turn of events, even forgetting the intense pain from his arm being crushed by Tie Jun.

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