Peace of the Pirate

Fisher Tiger, who was determined, adjusted his breathing. He planned to decide the outcome with Frandy within a few moves. .

Taking a deep breath and exhaling it slowly, the pain in his chest was constantly stimulating his brain. Fisher Tiger said, "Have you finished wrapping the iron chain?"

"It's madness."

Frandy sneered. He didn't feel any shame, but felt that the fish-man in front of him was stupid.It was okay not to use the weapon, but when he saw him entangled with iron chains, he didn't stop him.

When the entire forearm was wrapped in iron chains, Frandy showed a cruel smile: "Now, let me tell you how important weapons are to combat."

He likes weapons, even if he doesn't know how to use a knife, he still wants to hold one in his hand just to have one more weapon.

The distance between the two sides was extremely short, almost as soon as they made a move, the two were already close at hand.

"Go to hell, damn murloc."

"Murloc Karate, 3000 Wa Shoken."

Fisher Tiger has a determined look and punches, punches, and punches again. As long as his fists are firm enough and fast enough, nothing can stop him.

(Mafoss: "What's going on! Murloc No. 1 didn't choose to dodge under Frandy's fierce blow. Is he crazy?")

Boom!

A huge cyclone was generated around the two fighting people, and then exploded.

Click.

A crack appeared at the intersection of the fist and the hammer, then spread throughout the hammer.

Then, with a soft thud, Fran's hammer shattered.

"How is it possible... how is it possible..."

Taking a step back in fear, Frandy looked at the fish-man in front of him, his eyes full of disbelief: "You are a madman."

Frandy felt a little afraid of Fisher Tiger. There was someone who could do such a thing as hitting a hammer with his fist.

This scene caused a brief silence in the arena. Qin Ping in the box also opened his mouth. He did not expect such a scene to happen.

"Is this fish-man really a living thing?"

Qin Ping asked Pruss on the side with a trembling voice. He was very doubtful about this. How could someone do this with flesh and blood? It was a solid hammer as big as a computer.

Prussia on the side was also frightened, but he was thinking about another level.

The young master is also learning swordsmanship now. Maybe he will compete with such an enemy in the future. This is too dangerous.

Looking at Qin Ping hesitantly, Pruss felt that he needed to persuade him, but after thinking about it, he decided to leave this matter to his master.

I can only tell that brat Khrus to work harder in the future.

Prussia thought, and then replied: "Master, that fish man must be a living thing. Look at his hands."

……

There was no feeling in his right hand... Fisher Tiger glanced at his right hand that was already bloody. After all, he was made of flesh and blood. Even if he broke Frandy's hammer, he still paid the price of a right hand.

"Idiot, idiot, haha, you are an idiot. Even if you are a madman, you are still an idiot."

After a brief moment of fear, Frandy saw the fact that Fisher Tiger's right hand was also disabled, and suddenly began to laugh easily.

Since the fishman could no longer use his right hand, he had nothing to fear. He simply threw away the handle and strode towards Fisher Tiger.

"I admit that your fists are very powerful. If you hit me on the body, I would have lost. But you foolishly chose to fight with my hammer. Now I see how you can still swing your fists."

Fisher Tiger put his left hand in front and his right hand behind. He changed his starting position and said solemnly: "I still have one hand, which is enough to defeat you."

"Then I'll cripple your other hand as well."

Frandy said sternly with fierce eyes, and then walked over with an iron fist.

This is a real iron fist. The punch wrapped in an iron chain is not as powerful as a hammer, but if he is hit, Fisher Tiger will not feel uncomfortable with Frandy's strength.

"If you have the ability, then come on."

Fisher Tiger shouted: "Murloc karate, a thousand tiles right punch combo."

Punch after punch, Fisher Tiger seemed to be really going crazy, and he kept punching Frandy.

Finally, after the eighth punch, the chain on Frandy's fist also broke.

ding ding dong.

Section after section of chains fell to the ground.

Covering his trembling right hand, Frandi raised a victorious smile on his face: "Chichichi, I admit that you are a formidable opponent, but today's victory is mine, because you can no longer fight. Punch."

Fisher Tiger gasped in pain, his hands hanging down weakly, blood dripping from the bloody wounds, both of his hands were useless.

"What's wrong? Don't you even have the strength to speak anymore?"

Frandy looked at Fisher Tiger leisurely. He was not in a hurry to deal with his opponent. He enjoyed the feeling of verbal communication with the loser. This feeling made him intoxicated.

"I have fought countless times, and you are still the one that cost me the most time and the one that hurt me the most."

Touching his still bleeding abdomen, Frandy felt lingering fear. If he was hit by such powerful water droplets a few more times, he might be the one who fell first.

But Fisher Tiger remained silent, and Frandy began to become irritated. His opponent did not answer his words, as if he was punched in the air, which was very uncomfortable.

So, Frandy walked forward slowly, putting pressure on Fisher Tiger as he walked: "Many opponents fell to their knees after being hit by me, begging me to spare their lives."

"There are humans and there are murlocs."

"But I ended up smashing their heads in because I liked it."

"By the way, I still remember that a fish man begged and said that he still had a child and he wanted to go back and take a look."

"It was extremely stupid. As a slave, he left the arena and still wanted to come back alive. I killed him without hesitation and chopped him into two pieces with one knife. I think he should thank me. It was me who helped him. He solved the pain.”

Fisher Tiger's breath stagnated, and he thought of Hody Bibo, that kind-hearted fish-man, the fish-man who could never go back.

Lifting his head and looking into the spotlight, Fisher Tiger had tears in his eyes.

The lights are really dazzling.

"It's time to take a good look at the spotlight, because this is the last light you'll ever see."

Frandy stopped, and a huge figure enveloped Fisher Tiger.

Looking at the black shadow in front of him, Fisher Tiger whispered to himself: "For the human body, the strength of the thigh is generally three times that of the arm."

"What did you say?" Frandy asked confused, he didn't hear clearly just now.

"With rigorous training, the gap between the two can be narrowed, but the gap is always there."

Looking at Fisher Tiger who looked strange, Frandy became a little uneasy and cursed angrily: "You're going to die and you're still chattering there."

"Therefore, in fishman karate, moves using legs are generally about twice as powerful as moves using fists."

"You die for me."

Without any further hesitation, Frandy punched him. He wanted to crush the fishman's head, just like the opponents he had killed before.

"Murloc Karate, 6000-tile roundhouse kick."

"what!"

Fisher Tiger jumped up in the air and kicked Frandy in the face as he looked at him in horror.

boom.

Frandy's huge body flew out and hit the wall. The huge impact caused a tremor in the square box.

When the dust settled, Frandy was lying on the ground limply, his mouth full of blood, with few good teeth left in his mouth, and he had lost consciousness.

"Have you, who relied too much on weapons, even forgotten these basic common senses?"

Fisher Tiger exhaled slowly, he won.

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