Chapter 1438-a beautiful win

Ling ning's attack was extremely fierce and fast, which made all the boys present dumbfounded.

With this punch, the little Beauty's bones would probably be broken.

However, Wen Qiao nimbly dodged and caught Ling ning's hand with her bare hand, like she was catching a white blade with her bare hand. Then, she used the momentum to counter it, and with a quick drift, her figure flashed behind Ling ning. She pressed down on Ling ning's shoulder and forcefully pushed her away.

Ling ning was thrown over his shoulder and landed heavily on the rattan mat.

For a moment, the stadium was silent.

The boys who were laughing at Wen Qiao just now instantly felt their faces hurt.

Did this f * cking Jiaojiao have a cheat? Why was he even more brutal than the cold woman?

I can't tell.

Ling ning had never suffered such humiliation before. Even though she had fought him at the airport, she had still underestimated him this time.

As she lay on the rattan mat, Wen Qiao, who was beside her, smirked. "Can you still fight?"

Ling ning leaped up from the ground, clenched his fists, and glared at Wen Qiao with a fierce look in his eyes.

Wen Qiao still had that lazy look on her face. "If you admit defeat now, then we'll stop here. We won't compete, okay?"

If Wen Qiao had said that earlier, it would definitely have caused the entire room to burst into laughter. But now, when she said that, the crowd all expressed their admiration.

You really can't judge a book by its cover.

How could Ling ning admit defeat? as soon as she finished speaking, she fiercely charged forward again, lifting her leg 180 degrees high. Her attacks had always been merciless, fierce and fierce, and she kicked straight towards Wen Qiao's head.

The onlookers 'hearts were in their throats.

Wen Qiao grabbed Ling ning's ankle, pulled hard, and then gave him a heart kick.

Ling ning groaned and was kicked to the ground again.

She, Ling ning, was the number one fighter in the pentagram. Today, she had been defeated by a seemingly delicate girl in front of everyone.

How could she endure this?

The onlooker boys who were mocking Wen Qiao earlier were now convinced. They whistled and cheered, " "The beauty is awesome!"

"The beauty is so awesome!"

"Do you still want to continue?" Wen Qiao looked at Ling ning with a half-smile.

Ling ning half-knelt on the ground and gritted his teeth."Continue."

She switched to a head-on attack, every move and style extremely brutal, as if she wanted to kill Wen Qiao. As long as Wen Qiao wasn't agile enough, she would definitely be seriously injured or crippled.

At first, everyone was watching the two girls fight with a joking attitude.

But now, everyone was starting to worry about Wen Qiao's safety.

This cool girl was going to beat her to death. If she couldn't Dodge a single move, the little beauty would be in danger.

Wen Qiao was basically just defending herself. After all, she wasn't aggressive and was also worried that she wouldn't be able to control herself if she saw blood.

However, this Ling ning didn't seem to give her a way out, so she began to take it seriously.

The two of them fought for more than twenty rounds. Wen Qiao took advantage of the time when Ling ning was gasping for breath and suddenly launched an attack, kicking Ling ning in the chest.

She didn't show any mercy in this kick and used all her strength.

Ling ning took a few steps back from the powerful kick, and before he could catch his breath, a huge force approached again. Wen Qiao quickly met it and punched her shoulder blade, then pulled her wrist and threw her hard.

A cracking sound was heard.

At least one of them had a bone fracture.

Ling ning's face instantly turned pale, and his forehead was so cold that it felt like it was about to fall.

Her bones were fractured, and her defeat was certain.

She would never have thought that she would lose to that pampered girl.

"Are you admitting defeat?" Wen Qiao asked, half-squatting in front of her.

"We'll compete next time." Ling ning gritted his teeth and glared at her.

Wen Qiao smiled. there won't be a next time. A loss is a loss. You've lost to me. I hope you can recognize this fact.