Chapter 474 Fancy abuse of opponents
Some timid viewers have closed their eyes in fear. They all think that even if Charlee Ford can take this punch, he will be hurt. After all, Jeff's fist is called Iron Fist!
Jeff's face also showed a ferocious smile.
The whole Yongle Island, he has not found a person who can take his punch straight. If this punch goes down, the woman in front of him is bound to lose her fighting capacity!
This champion, he is settled!
However, the next second, the triumphant smile on his face instantly turned into unbelievable!
The audience in the audience also looked at this scene with great shock, and felt that the whole world seemed to be dreaming.
"How come?" Jeff shouted out uncontrollably.
In front of Charlee Ford, he took his punch abruptly with his hand, and he took it with one hand!
Her hands were very small and soft, touching his fist, and he could clearly feel her soft hands like cotton candy.
But it was such a hand that it caught his punch with one hand, and looking at her expression, there was no pain at all, as if it was a very easy thing to take his punch.
If everyone hadn't known how powerful Jeff's punch was, they would have thought he was deliberately throwing water at Charlee Ford, after all, her expression was too relaxed!
There was silence for three seconds, and after three seconds, a scream broke out.
Charlee Ford looked at Jeff with a relaxed expression, looked into his disbelieving eyes, and asked, "Are you out of your tricks?"
Jeff crept his lips and didn't know what to say for a moment.
Charlee Ford didn't wait for him to continue. She smiled and said, "Then, it's my turn next."
When she finished speaking, her wrist and cuff instantly revealed a silver needle glowing with water.
Jeff also perceived the silver needle in her palm. He wanted to escape subconsciously, knowing that he must not be stabbed by this silver needle, otherwise he would lose!
But when he tried to pull his hand away, he found that he couldn't pull it out. Jeff couldn't believe that her strength was so great.
She just held her wrist lightly, and his whole arm couldn't move!
"What kind of monster are you... what kind of monster are you?" Jeff asked, pale and frightened.
Charlee Ford sneered, stuck the silver needle in the back of Jeff's hand, and said, "You won't have a chance to know the answer to this question."
As soon as her voice fell, Jeff felt soft and fell to the ground with a thump. He gritted his teeth and tried to get up, only to find that he was so soft that he didn't even have the strength to stand up.
What anesthetic is this? It takes effect so quickly and exaggerates, but he loses his ability to move in a few seconds!
Jeff watched the time pass by, and he couldn't stand up and resist.
For a moment, the excited voice of the host came from the radio: "I declare that No.1 won!"
As the host's voice fell to the ground, a burst of cheers broke out around, not only because Charlee Ford won the battle beautifully, but also because it took her only five minutes from Jeff's coming to power to make him lose his mobility!
Moreover, the picture is not bloody and violent at all, and even because of her beautiful appearance, this picture looks quite pleasing to the eye.
It's like watching Charlee Ford's separate face value display.
Jeff was lifted off the stage, and the next challenger came on stage.
This challenger looks plain, but he has one characteristic-great wealth.
Sometimes he wears the most sophisticated high-tech weapons, such as infrared scorchers, automatic emergency shields, and even the clothes, trousers and shoes he wears are invulnerable, while his shoes are even more exaggerated. Once he approaches the enemy, he will automatically pop up a steel knife, and even the ring on his hand is a kind of hidden weapons.
The combat effectiveness can't be evaluated, but with these high-tech weapons, he has gone all the way in the previous competitions, and almost no one can touch his skirts.
He also observed Charlee Ford when he was under the stage, and found that there was a silver needle hidden weapon hidden in her sleeve. As it happened, her silver could not do any harm to herself, and his clothes could make the silver needle bend into a paper clip in an instant.
Charlee Ford glanced at the weapons on him, looked at the heavily armed man, and raised his eyebrows slightly.
The man thought she was afraid. He raised the scorcher in his hand and pointed it at Charlee Ford. He said, "If you give up now, I can make you suffer less flesh and blood!"
When the infrared scorcher is emitted, it can emit an infrared radio wave. Once it touches people's skin, it is like sulfuric acid splashing on the body, which will make people feel a burning feeling like skin ulceration.
Charlee Ford hooked her lips slightly when she heard him.
No matter how fast the high-tech is, can it surpass her speed?
Then the next second, Charlee Ford flashed and approached the man like a ghost.
Before he could react, and before the scorcher came out, Charlee Ford approached him.
But fortunately, he has a protective shield to isolate Charlee Ford.
"So it is." Charlee Ford was expressionless. When she knew that the man had a protective shield, she turned fiercely, changed her angle again, and lifted her foot and kicked him.
The man thinks his equipment is invincible, so he thinks it doesn't matter if he is kicked by her, and she can't do any harm to him anyway.
Who knows that his idea just came out, but suddenly he heard a crisp "card wipe" sound in his ear.
His eyes were wide, his expression was dull, and his head was lowered, watching helplessly as the protective shield on his chest broke into several pieces.
Charlee Ford felt bored: "That's it."
She kicked the man in the chest before he could react.
She used 50% of her strength in this foot. She originally thought about kicking him out of internal injuries. Who knows where a man who lost his protective shield can stand her foot and fly out several meters away in an instant.
He stumbled up and looked at his broken shield with a painful face.
Seeing that he could still stand up, Charlee Ford thought of making up another foot.
The man hurried to hands in the air and shouted, "I give up, I give up! I don't fight, and my equipment will be broken if I fight again!"
"..." Charlee Ford was speechless.
Another challenger was defeated, and she held the position of champion.
In the following time, the audience did not see the bloody pictures of Victor they expected, nor did they see the melee and excitement of previous gladiator competitions.
They abruptly looked at how Charlee Ford abused his opponent in a fancy way. After abusing his opponent's blood in all kinds of incredible ways, he still didn't even breathe in the atmosphere without expression.
And the average time adds up to only five minutes in a game!
Is she here to brush her experience?