Bailey felt that the atmosphere in the arena today was a bit strange, with ominous signs constantly emerging.

First of all, Philip was very unusual. While he was doing his warm-up exercises, he ran over and stammered, "The steel block has a bad temper today, and Mr. Carl is not on the field. It's better not to play today."

The audience was so enthusiastic that the stadium was packed. How could it be that he just said he wouldn't play? And what does Mr. Carl's presence or absence have to do with me playing the game? Bailey felt Philip was being overly sensitive and didn't pay any attention to him.

Next, as Bailey stepped onto the arena, he looked down and saw Paula and Keith sitting in the VIP seats. Keith looked at him in astonishment, while Paula, with her fiery red lips, smiled seductively. She raised her hand to Bailey, with a bet slip between her fingers,

Needless to say, Paula must have been betting that she would lose the game. She was deliberately using this hand to provoke herself.

Bailey was aware of this, but couldn't guarantee that her mood was really unaffected in any way. She sat on the sidelines for her final pre-battle relaxation and felt a bit suffocated.

"Miss Bailey, be careful during the game. If anything goes wrong, call it off immediately." A lowered voice whispered to her.

Bailey was startled and turned her head to see a man who looked like a spectator walking past the stage of the competition as if he were going to the restroom. She didn't see his face; she only caught a back view.

Bailey's heart sank. What was going on today? Unpleasant things kept coming one after another.

"Both sides, take your positions. The game begins."

There was no time for Bailey to think any further. The game had officially begun.

Bailey had beaten the steel block before, and she had the psychological advantage. But today, as soon as the two sides fought, Bailey felt that Steel block's performance this time was completely different from the last time.

Last time, it was Bailey who moved nimbly along the four sides of the field, moving the steel to attack aggressively in an attempt to wear him down. But this time, the steel, not caring about the physical exertion or the accuracy of his strikes, threw his punches with all his might and pushed Bailey to the edge of the field.

After a long wait until the referee's whistle blew and the first quarter ended, Bailey already sensed that there was something wrong with his physical reserves. Although the steel block consumed more energy, he was like a fuel depot, and even a few less meals of fuel didn't matter to him. Bailey, on the other hand, was like a car fuel tank, having lost twenty or thirty liters of fuel, in a precarious situation.

At the start of the second quarter, instead of slowing down, the Steel's offense became even more aggressive. Bailey was in a precarious situation. She had been punched several times by the steel block and, on two occasions, nearly pushed out of the pitch by the steel block. Fortunately, she was still small and agile and managed to squeeze back through almost impassable gaps.

The spectators who had bet on the witch's win burst out with boos, accusing Bailey of not putting in the effort and playing even worse than the previous game.

Paula was glad to see Bailey in such a disheveled state on the field, but she was more looking forward to the day when the steel block would punch Bailey to death on the stage. Keith beside her had a serious look on his face, his eyes following Bailey's figure, showing concern.

At this moment, Bailey on the stage had no time to pay attention to the various attitudes of the people off the stage. Sweating profusely, she tried her best to dodge the steel fist.

Suddenly, she slipped and lost her balance, staggering and falling to the ground. How could the steel block miss such a golden opportunity? With a loud shout, it threw all its power into the arm and came crashing down on Bailey's body.

There was a chorus of screams in the field.

At that crucial moment, the referee's whistle blew in time, "The second quarter is over."

The steel block had no choice but to sullenly clench his fist, panting as he sat back on his side.

"Stop fighting and call it off." Philip came up behind Bailey at this moment and persuaded her to give up. He was an expert and knew how terrifying it was to unleash the full strength of the steel block, which was simply not something Bailey could handle.

"If this section doesn't work out, I'll call a timeout." The last time I fought with the steel block, I was also in a passive position, but the turn of events occurred in the third period. I hope this time I'll be as lucky as last time.

With this thought in mind, Bailey decided to give himself a little more time.

When the referee's whistle blew, the break was over.

Bailey returned to the field, and before she could even steady herself, the steel block was already charging towards her with full power. Bailey leapt into the air and suddenly delivered a side kick.

With greater leg strength, wide range of attack and easy control of body balance, this move can effectively make up for Bailey's lack of stamina and insufficient arm span.

But the steel block didn't care about it. As soon as he reached out, he grabbed Bailey's ankle.

It was too late for Bailey to pull his leg back at this moment.

"You stinky woman, do you think you are something that dares to move your arms and legs in front of me? Today, I'll show you how amazing I am."

With a hideous laugh, the steel block grabbed Bailey's feet with his two big hands. Suddenly, he spun his body rapidly on the stage and swung Bailey up. The huge centrifugal force made Bailey's body spin at high speed along with his spin.

The world was spinning before Bailey's eyes, her feet were not touching the ground, her hands were not grasping, and she felt like she was going to die in the next second.

Suddenly, the steel blocks let go of both hands, and Bailey was thrown out like a hammer, heading straight for the stands.

There were screams of terror from the crowd, and the spectators knew that tonight's game had gone wild and people had died.

At the critical moment, suddenly someone shouted, "Get out of the way!"

With the words, a figure, as if descending from the sky, suddenly appeared in the field and rushed towards Bailey's constantly falling body.

He stretched out his arms and caught Bailey in his own arms at once.

The force made him groan involuntarily and take several steps backward. His hard, straight military uniform cut her face.

Bailey looked up and saw Henry's handsome face, his lips furrowed, his eyes as sharp as a knife, with a fierce murderous intent in his captivating gaze.

"Man who dares to touch me, you've lived enough, haven't you?" He spoke word for word.