"You... you... you have the ability to wait until I recover my strength... and then fight openly..." Yuan Feitian said panting.

"Another fight? There's nothing wrong with my mind!" Ma Xiaoyao slowly bent down, slowly stretched out his hand, and slowly grabbed Yuan Feitian's arm.

"You... what do you want to do... let me go, let me go!!!" Yuan Feitian was anxious.

"Get down." Ma Xiaoyao pulled, pushed, and let go, and then saw Yuan Feitian rolling down the ring like a gourd. "Bang!" His two hundred kilogram body hit the ground heavily, making a heart-stopping sound.

Muffled sound.

Ma Xiaoyao took a deep breath, then turned to look at the dumbfounded referee: "Brother referee, can you announce the result? Don't let me remind you every time, okay?"

"Uh... ah... announce the result. I will announce the result right away." The referee came back to his senses, glanced at Ma Xiaoyao with a complicated expression, and then announced loudly: "The first place winner in the competition is... a disciple of Ziyun Peak.

Ma Xiaoyao!!!”

"Finally won." Ma Xiaoyao felt relieved and lay down on the ring and passed out.

Ma Xiaoyao slept for two days and one night. When he woke up again, it was already noon the day after tomorrow.

"Brother Ma, you're finally awake." A man's surprised voice came from beside him.

Ma Xiaoyao looked up and found that the man speaking was actually Xiong Datou: "Brother Xiong, why are you here? Is your injury healed?"

"I'm a little worried that you're unconscious, so I'll stay here to take care of you." Xiong Datou said with a smile: "My injury has healed to about 70%. I will be completely fine after a few more days of recovery. Brother Ma, you can
Chapter completed!