The middle-aged man looked at Mingming with a threatening look, as if he was warning him not to act rashly.

"Amitabha, since the benefactor is already sure of winning, why not let this little benefactor go and let me play a few tricks with you." Monk Mingran suggested.

"Let go...this kid's fists are very hard...and besides, he hasn't given up yet." After the middle-aged man said this, the strength in his hands became a little stronger.

The young man's face already showed a very painful expression, but he still gritted his teeth and did not scream.

"Donor, this little benefactor just saw you fall and didn't continue to punch. You...why do you need to repay kindness with enmity?" Master Mingran continued to persuade.

"Repaying kindness with revenge? He is stupid! Besides, do you really think he can defeat me? I am just guarding you. Guys like this are not worthy of being my opponent." The middle-aged man said

After finishing, he looked contemptuously at the young man who was caught in the palm of his hand.

"You...you sneak attack! You...bastard! Let me go if you dare, let's fight again." The young man retorted unconvinced while competing with his opponent.

"Sneak attack? You will always say some honest words... as if these qualities are innate to you... I tell you, history is always written by the winner, and winning is winning!"

After the middle-aged man said these words, as if he was deliberately torturing the young man, the force on his hands became a little stronger.

"ah···."

The young man finally couldn't bear it any longer and began to scream.

"In this case, why don't the donor let him go and let's have a competition?" Ming Ran had a look of mercy on his face. It was obvious that he couldn't bear to see the young man being tortured anymore.

"But...but he hasn't given up yet!" The middle-aged man pretended to be embarrassed.

"Admit defeat... let's admit defeat... let my apprentice come down..."

Under the ring, a middle-aged man dressed in sportswear shouted anxiously in the direction of the ring.

"No! I don't admit it...ah...I don't accept his sneak attack like this!"

Young people are still holding on to their own ideas.

"Very good... I admire your character very much." The middle-aged man said while continuing to increase his strength.

The coach in the audience could no longer care about anything. He quickly threw the white towel on his shoulders onto the ring and shouted loudly to the referee again: "We surrender!"

The referee saw this and blew his whistle lazily.

But before he blew the whistle, the middle-aged man's hand used strength again.

"Stop!" Master Zhiran, who had always been very dull, couldn't help shouting.

But how could this sentence offset this man's dirty thoughts?

All he wanted to do was to cripple the young man's arm before the whistle blew.

This is not only to vent anger, but the greater purpose is to disturb the mentality of the monk.

Only one crisp sound was heard.

"ah·········!"

The young man kept rolling on the ring in pain.

"You...I didn't say anything and gave up!" The referee in the audience lost his mind. At this time, his only thought was to rush to the ring to avenge his students.

"You...next time you blow the whistle...blow a little faster...Look, this...is not good..." The middle-aged man ignored the injured young man and ignored all the misfortunes.

It's all the fault of the referee.

The referee seemed to be very afraid of the Japanese and did not even say any rebuttal.

At this time, there was a chaos under the ring. Due to the young man's injury, his coach and other brothers had already crowded together with the official employees who were present to maintain law and order.

These employees are trying their best not to let the coaches rush to the ring.

As for the middle-aged man who was the instigator, he changed his gloomy and stern expression and looked at the stage with a smile.

This mirror image caused the surrounding audience to start shouting curses.

Mingzhuang was not idle either. He called Zhang Fugui and pointed to the chair under him.

Zhang Fugui quickly handed the chair to the ring, and at the same time did not forget to warn: "Beat him until he can't take care of himself, beat him until he bleeds like a river!"

When the middle-aged man saw that Ran suddenly had a weapon in his hand, he immediately calmed down his expression and planned to complain to the referee.

But Monk Mingran just removed the legs of the chair, then tore off a few pieces of cloth from his body, and began to tie the injured young man's arms.

The actions of the clear monk also played a role in awakening the young coach.

At this time, nothing is more important than the students’ health.

So they no longer acted impulsively, but followed closely the medical staff who came over and carefully carried the apprentice onto the stretcher.

"Master! Thank you very much...you have to be careful!"

Of course, the coach knew how timely everything the monk did was, but now was not the time to chat. After thanking him softly, he slowly caught up with the medical team. 5

Before taking the field, he did not forget to give the Japanese player a middle finger.

"Don't worry, you will be next." The middle-aged man looked at the monk in front of him, with a sinister smile on his face.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful. Donor, why do you need to do this?" Ming Ran clasped his hands together and recited a Buddha's name loudly.

"Master... I actually don't know something..." The middle-aged man suddenly looked at the Buddha when he saw it, and then suddenly asked.

Before he knew anything, he opened his mouth to ask.

He turned his palm into a knife and thrust it fiercely into Ming Lan's eyes, shouting crazily: "Why don't you die?"

"Be careful!" Zhang Fugui, who was in the audience, felt nervous when he saw this move.

Miao Ran didn't move at the same place, but moved his head slightly, and the Japanese player's moves were instantly missed.

However, the Japanese player did not give up. Because the figure was already there, he raised his left fist and stabbed Monk Mingran through the chest window.

Monk Mingran turned around with a beautiful kite and avoided this sinister killing move.

"You're hiding well, but if you can only hide, I'm afraid it won't work." The middle-aged man said provocatively, because he found that all his plans just now did not seem to cause much fluctuation in Monk Qingran's psychology.

"Donor, the young monk has given up two moves... If you are willing to admit defeat at this time, the young monk is willing to let you go 1 horse." Monk Mingran seemed to be giving his last notice.

"Huh, I'm not very capable, my tone is bad... wu wu wu..."

The middle-aged man originally wanted to refute, but before he could finish speaking, he saw a black shadow flash in front of him, and then his mouth went numb, and he suddenly fell to the ground, and he could no longer say anything.

With just one punch, the Japanese player's mouth was broken.

Immediately, blood flowed across the ring, and several teeth were scattered in four places on the ring.

"Fuck your mother, I'm giving you face, aren't you? Don't you want to admit defeat? Okay? I can't open your mouth even if you want to admit defeat!"

At this time, Mingzhuang didn't have the demeanor of a virtuous monk, he looked just like a rogue.

The middle-aged man was beaten by a clear punch, but he was not easy to deal with. At this moment, the first thing he thought of was to fight back.

But it's so easy to fight back. Monk Mingzhan no longer intends to give him any chance to fight back.

Before he could stand up, Miao Ran had already grabbed his ankle with one hand.

Then, just like cracking a whip, this arrogant Japanese player was smashed on the ring with a loud bang.

1At the beginning, everyone could still hear the middle-aged man’s struggle and shouting. Gradually, everyone could no longer hear this sound.

The surrounding spectators were also greatly excited by Monk Mingwen's fighting style. They actually started to count the little devils one by one, and Mingwen would hit the little devil several times with his hands.

After the eighteenth blow, Master Mingran chose to stop. Then he clapped his hands and asked the referee: "Did I win?"

The referee stared at everything in front of him with his mouth open and didn't react at all.

"If I don't win, I will continue." Monk Mingran rolled up his sleeves as he spoke.

"No, no... you win, you win!" Upon hearing this, the referee quickly blew his whistle and announced in public that the final winner was Monk Ming Ran.

Then there was a burst of cheers and applause from all around.
Chapter completed!