The scene was a big ss!
ng Fan was taken aback.
Although he took part in his share of fights, he never witnessed such a scene.
Even though there were many policen and disorganized passengers that day at the airport, ng Fan didn’t feel confused back then.
At the airport, ng Fan was completely prepared, arguably even for the worst case scenario.
Now, the chaos suddenly appeared before his eyes and took him by surprise.
There were more than forty Chinese wrestlers divided into four teams participating in this edition of Asian MMA Competition. Half of them — twenty-so people — occupied half of the Tokyo stadium together with a group of Japanese fighters, which also consisted of at least thirty athletes. It ant around fifty people were engaged in this chaotic warfare.
Adding to that, there were wrestlers from other countries ready to join the action or enjoying watching the scene. Now almost at a hundred and surely more than eighty people were fighting!
Although comprehensive fighting was not so suitable for lee, it was still very combative. Even though grounding and falling techniques had little use, the power of punching and kicking was far beyond ordinary people’s imagination.
With curses and screams in various languages flying all around, the huge training area was completely imrsed in chaos.
“Die!”
ng Fan heard a low cry behind him and then felt a kick landing on his back. He stumbled and leaned forward. Fortunately, ng Fan’s body was strong enough, and he regained balance after the stagger.
Looking back, he saw a guy, who — based on his style and attire — must have been a South Korean. Seeing that his kick had no effect, and adding to that the fact that ng Fan was at least two tis heavier than him, he took two steps back.
“Tuck your mother!”
ng Fan shouted and started rushing. But instead of going toward the South Korean, he rushed out.
Because Seventh Bro was being beaten!
Wu Ji ca down from the ring, and his location beca the center of the conflict. As the target was so strong, it was only natural he was being attacked on all sides.
But he wasn’t like himself. After three rounds of a violent battle with Shirai, he was so sweaty as if he just took a bath, and his stamina was almost wholly consud. Moreover, he already sat down to take a rest. It’s too hard to pick up energy after such an intense match.
He stubbornly maintained his standing position but, after a while, was laying on the ground.
Lao Hei and the others barred the way with great difficulty, and there were also several people coming from the Japanese side. Having an advantage in the number of fighters was very important at this mont.
In addition, martial arts sportsn from several other countries were also joining in the action. It seed that they wanted to use this opportunity to defeat Wu Ji. Hard to know whether he won with or offended this many people in the peaceti, but the crowd was definitely acting preditated.
Of course, ng Fan understood nothing of this. He only knew that he couldn’t watch Seventh Bro being beaten, not to ntion Wu Tong. In Hangzhou, these two seed very close.
Being attacked by soone and thus getting involved in this scuffle, it didn’t make ng Fan angry. But when Seventh Bro was being beaten, ng Fan instantly went furious.
Initially, thinking that he didn’t belong in this circle, he hurried to hide. Now, he was storming through the crowd with a tank-like force. Regardless whether it was people from Huaxia, Japan, or other countries, everyone squeezed out of his way and soon he reached Wu Ji’s side.
At that mont, a Japanese man was raising his foot to step on Wu Ji’s chest. ng Fan sped up, and he abruptly leaned on, knocking out the lightweight Japanese wrestler with a snap.
Then, ng Fan clanged to Wu Ji with his hands and feet, protecting him.
Bang. Bang.
Shortly after, another two Japanese athletes’ feet fell on ng Fan.
The kick falling on his bottom wasn’t all that bad, but the foot that fell on the back of his neck completely stomped ng Fan, with a lot of force. When his neck got stepped on, he felt a shock in his chest, and a strong sense of suffocation, which was very uncomfortable.
This wasn’t over yet. There was another kick aid straight in ng Fan’s chin. ng Fan felt his brain buzzing and, subsequently, there was a burst of salty taste in his mouth. This flavor thoroughly irritated ng Fan.
Another kick was coming like a whip.
ng Fan suddenly raised his head; his eyes were red, and his fists clenched.
Bang.
The kicking leg severely thrashed ng Fan’s arm. It was so painful that ng Fan clenched his teeth and, by doing this, discovered that so of his teeth were loose!
Enduring the pain and the feeling as if his jaw was about to crack open, he grabbed the leg and stood up with a laugh. He extended the other hand and grabbed that guy’s neck.
He held his leg in one hand and the neck in the other.
He ruthlessly slamd it upward and then threw it toward the ground.
Boom.
The man fell to the ground with a loud noise.
“Ding!”
A reminder sounded in ng Fan’s mind, but at that mont, ng Fan went completely insane and didn’t check it.
Dang.
Just after throwing that man, he got kicked in the back again. This ti, ng Fan’s body was motionless like a tower. He turned and rushed over.
He grabbed the man’s shoulders with both hands, lifted him, and slamd against the octagonal ring.
Bah.
After knocking the guy down, ng Fan, still feeling the salty fishy taste in his mouth, spat in his face.
He turned around and — striding towards Wu Ji — grabbed a person on the side. Suddenly speeding up while holding this guy, he took two steps and — using hands’, feet’s and waist’s strength — flung him over his shoulder. The man slamd into two other Japanese athletes in front of him like a sandbag. After they fell down, ng Fan rushed again, jumped up, and landed on the three Japanese fighters.
After sitting on them, he took advantage of the rebound force from the three at pads and rolled out, slamming one person’s leg.
Bam bam bam bam.
Wherever ng Fan strolled, if he saw anyone, he grabbed them and threw them down. So tried to use the capturing technique to twist joints after falling on the ground and were thrown once more.
“ng boss, it’s ! Xiao Hei Hei!”
Lao Hei noticed a long ti ago that ng Fan joined the fight. But after seeing ng Fan was crazy and watching people falling to the ground, he quickly started yelling as soon as he saw ng Fan walking toward him.
However, ng Fan sped up after hearing it!
Lao Hei almost cried. ng Boss’s eyes were red with murderous intent. If you don’t get killed by the Japanese, are you going to be KO-ed by your own people?
Bam.
Hearing the sound, Lao Hei realized that ng Fan was not attacking him but a Japanese person behind him.
Afterward, Lao Hei watched as ng Fan slamd a few South Koreans, ferociously throwing them on the ground. Among them there was one whom ng Fan particularly tornted, as when the guy was already laying on the floor, he stepped on him.
This ti the South Korean team consisted of a dozen athletes, all of whom trained in this sporting venue. The remaining six or seven were stupid, and when they saw ng Fan walking towards them, they hurriedly scread.
“We didn’t participate.”
“It has nothing to do with us!”
“We — and the guys from a mont ago — aren’t martial artists!”
Obviously, they also saw that the man who had been stepped on by ng Fang just now had sneak-attacked ng Fan before.
ng Fan didn’t care. He went up and threw them down as well.
Three of them had run away in advance, and ng Fan didn’t chase but turned and walked in the direction of other dogfights.
Bam bam bam.
These South Koreans who ran away saw from afar that ng Fan had another target, and they were all glad they had run fast.
They are all wrestlers, don’t they have the fighting fight?
Not really!
First of all, he wasn’t in their weight class, and secondly, they were onlookers to a lot of ng Fan’s blows. It’s very clear that he was also not on their strength level.
As more and more people fell to the ground by ng Fan’s hand, the scuffles and noise in the venue also decreased.
One reason indeed was that a lot of people got defeated by ng Fan. The other reason was that more and more people saw ng Fan’s brutality. When other countries who got on in the action felt the excitent, basically everyone stopped fighting.
Where was the rushing monster?!
Although there were so masters participating in the event — the most powerful among them was the pair that just battled — they are all registered contestants. Unexpectedly, there was no one who could escape this monster. Not to ntion, that said monster seed to have excellent general wrestling skills and a surprisingly imnse strength. No one could resist him.
Quite a few people gave this monster a kick or a few punches, but he didn’t even flinch!
“Do sothing!”
“Lay off!”
“STOP!”
A lot of security guards rushed in as well as so senior executives, the hosts, and MMA event managent personnel. They were all extrely angry to see this chaotic scene.
Seeing everyone, ng Fan stopped fighting. He didn’t go to catch more people but walked back to Wu Ji with a sullen face. He gave a cold stare to the few still standing Japanese wrestlers then sat down next to Wu Ji, panting heavily. As Wu Ji mischievously laughed at him among this all, he couldn’t resist punching him.
“Laughing jerk! Do you know how many kicks and punches your bro suffered for you? Oof, it hurts!”
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