Chapter 642: 642: Happy Chaos Field 19

A burst of pent-up punches and kicks!

Leonid was defenseless, getting hit until his nose turned blue and his face swollen. Both eyes went dark! Once mighty as a lion, now slumped on the ground like a toothless paper tiger.

The countdown quickly appeared!

The short man stopped his punches and kicks, a smirk of satisfaction curled at the corner of his lips as he watched the countdown 10, 9, 8…

Tan Xiao gasped from the audience, “How did the big-bearded man become so weak…”

“36 hours without eating, drinking, moving, or sleeping. If it were you, you wouldn’t be able to resist either,” Shen Mo replied coolly, looking at the stage, “That guy is already at 9 points. If he takes 20 points from Leonid and wins another round, he could claim the War King title.”

Tan Xiao thought about it, then turned and yelled at the stage, “Big Beard! We will get revenge for you!!!”

Leonid, lying on the ground, was so angry that he almost spit blood!

He wasn’t dead yet!

Leonid forced himself to stand, the countdown disappeared, a trace of fear flashed in the short man’s eyes, and he instinctively backed off—

“Bastard…” Leonid climbed up, “This old man just… had numb legs!”

Bam!

Leonid pounced, grabbing the short man’s ankle and lifting him up abruptly! He swung him harshly in the air and smashed him to the ground!

Before the man could get up, he lifted his elbow, and with all his weight, pushed down upon him!

The spine crackled, the short man was almost crushed to death, his face turned red, and he finally passed out!

…The audience was completely silent.

Leonid got up, took a couple of breaths, his legs were still somewhat shaky as he walked.

He looked towards the audience and scowled, “You brat! Get up here and replace me!”

Tan Xiao nimbly jumped onto the stage!

There were sighs of regret from the audience because the players realized too late that Leonid was at the end of his rope, and they had missed their chance to score.

Leonid stepped down, his score fell to 15, giving Tan Xiao 20 points.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

His body had been immobile for too long, causing poor blood circulation, numbness in his hands and feet, and he was in dire need of rest.

Shen Mo helped him and said, “It will be hard for your body to recover to its best condition in a short time, don’t play anymore later, get enough passing points and then go rest in the War King spot.”

Leonid scowled, looking disgruntled, but he nodded in agreement, no longer putting up a front.

They had accumulated quite a few points now, they only needed Tan Xiao.

Shen Mo turned to go up on stage but found that an extra layer of obstruction had been added in front of the stage. Looking up, he realized that someone had set their sights on Tan Xiao, and had seized the opportunity to rush to the Brawl Stage whilst he was talking to Leonid.

Shen Mo’s brow furrowed slightly as he sized up the man.

He was a robustly built muscle man, holding a steel helmet in his hand and cautiously approaching Tan Xiao.

Shen Mo speculated that that helmet was likely another troublesome prop.

Tan Xiao now had 25 points, even if he lost, he would only lose 10 points, so it didn’t really matter.

Shen Mo advised blandly, “Tan Xiao, safety first.”

“Sure thing!” Tan Xiao replied.

Someone in the audience whispered, “That’s Iron Man’s helmet, that kid’s gonna be in trouble…”

Iron Man’s helmet?

On hearing this, Shen Mo looked at the stage again. The muscle man had slipped the helmet on, and his body was suddenly covered in iron. It was as if he was clad in armour!

“Wearing Iron Man’s helmet is essentially like being invincible, there’s no way to fight him…”

Tan Xiao didn’t hear the murmurs of the audience. He simply rushed forward, and threw a punch at the muscle man!

The muscle man stood firm.

Tan Xiao’s face instantly contorted as he held his hand and started wailing!

“Ouch, ouch, ouch!!!…”

At the same time, the muscle man swung his iron fist and landed a solid punch in Tan Xiao’s chest!