Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

Bo Bing's collar was already soaked with sweat. All his attacks were blocked by the opponent's defense. The man opposite him was very slippery and kept slashing with his knife to avoid close combat.

The young man expended a great deal of energy. His explosive power was high thanks to the system's skills, but his endurance was clearly weaker than his opponent's.

Tsk, this is a bit troublesome.

Bo Bing dodged the opponent's sword strike by sidestepping, but was suddenly startled and broke out in a cold sweat. The knuckles of his right hand were already slightly blue, and his wrist was trembling slightly.

The game has been deadlocked for fifteen minutes.

Bo Bing's stamina was not keeping up with this kind of high-energy-consuming mobile defense. Because he was using a short weapon, his defensive footwork was more agile and denser than the opponent's offensive footwork, which led to his stamina dropping very quickly.

The young man already had three or four wounds on his body, and blood was being pumped to his brain with each heartbeat.

That does not work.

The enemy is waging a war of attrition; once you're worn down, the battle is lost.

How awful, how awful!

You need to get within your attack range first.

Bo Bing lowered his center of gravity and kept a close eye on the movements of his opponent's legs. In a knife fight, it's too late to just watch the hand movements. Experienced fighters like this usually move their calves and knees first.

At the point of impact, Bo Bing squinted, letting blood and sweat drip down together.

Yu Guang glanced at Kang Rong and his group, who were calm and collected, and felt a surge of anger.

Are these bastards...actually fearless?

—Are there any other tricks up your sleeve?

Bo Bing's mind raced as her opponent gradually forced her hand to the side pillar of the octagon.

The opponent's skillful thrust was dodged by Bo Bing with a simple bridge move, and the next second it slammed into the steel pipe. The swordsman frowned slightly, gripped the handle to reduce the vibration, and hesitated slightly for the next attack.

good chance.

With a push of her foot, Bo Bing leaped lightly into the air, her right foot landing on the side of the octagonal cage's wire mesh. Using her waist for leverage, she flipped over the man from behind, her body weight propelling her like a willow branch.

The black-haired youth held the military dagger in his hand and began to spin downwards like an electric drill.

The entire venue erupted in cheers.

Is this action really something a human could do?

He Jinlan and the other woman stared intently at Bo Bing's actions, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

Only Yin Su frowned slightly, his right hand tapping the back of the chair with irregular fingers.

What exactly is wrong with their fight?

sense of violation.

It feels very out of place.

Yin Su's heart began to pound; he trusted his keen sixth sense.

The movie star's beautiful peach blossom eyes were like dark, bottomless pools. At this moment, no one knew what he was thinking.

Thin ice daggers spun and plunged down from behind the opponent's head. Even though the opponent dodged quickly, the movement still left a very long wound on his back.

The triangular bayonet is a bloodletting weapon.

The bayonet, dripping with blood, plunged down hard, the tip of the blade, along with the swordsman's headband, embedding itself in the ground with a dull thud.

The dark-skinned man advanced instead of retreating, hacking and slashing with the knife in his hand. The wounds on his shoulders and back burst open with each movement, and blood soaked his shorts, dripping onto the ground, but he didn't care.

—Still dare to get close?

Bo Bing's eyes turned cold as he lunged forward, quickly switching grips. With his left hand holding the military dagger, he executed a nimble forward roll and his right hand snaked out, aiming straight for his opponent's wrist.

Caught off guard, the other party seemed not to have expected Bo Bing to dare to step forward directly towards the blade, and was immediately grabbed by the wrist by Bo Bing.

[Disarmament] Initiated.

Bo Bing's eyes were ruthless, and his 100% disarm skill was activated the instant he grabbed the opponent's wrist.

This is a divine skill, but it can only be activated at close range.

Thin Ice was created to provide the conditions for this skill from the very beginning.

Ribbons fluttered around her, Bo Bing dropped her military dagger to the ground with her left hand, grabbed her opponent's wrist with her right hand, and had already gripped her opponent's T-country knife with her left hand.

The knife handle was pointing at him.

It happened almost in the blink of an eye.

He Jinlan and Li Ling didn't even have time to applaud Bo Bing's actions.

[Sensitive] Startup.

Bo Bing suddenly felt a chilling sense of dread.

The machine made a soft clicking sound, almost inaudible.

[Acquiring Emergency System Permissions]

[Blue Shell Defense] Activation - Host life takes priority.

[Yongquan] is activated.

For a moment, Bo Bing experienced tinnitus, and his consciousness drifted into a light, empty state. Blue honeycomb-like structures appeared on his muscle fibers.

Immediately following was a surge of heat and the sensation of being slammed heavily to the ground.

He struggled to his feet and threw the bayonet to his side.

The whistle blows.

Discontent arose from the audience.

Yin Su pressed the end button, meaning that his side had conceded defeat in this match.

The score is now tied at 1-1.

The referee intervened, and the opposing swordsman gave Bo Bing a complicated look before leaving the arena. He then seemed to be arguing with Kang Rong in his native language.

Give up?

—That cheeky brat who has no sense of the situation!

The young man stared in disbelief at the man descending from the platform, and in a moment of overwhelming anger, his vision was suddenly seized by darkness.