Koichi Hahara didn't even have the strength to scream, he could only keep squirming there.

At this moment, something suddenly flew and landed on the ring.

That's a white towel!

…

"The other side has surrendered, stop, stop!"

Gast quickly stepped forward and grabbed Meng Shaoyuan.

However, Meng Shaoyuan still bit Hahara Koichi's ear!

…

"Win! Win!"

"We won the battle, the Japanese surrendered!"

The whole audience burst into cheers!

They vented loudly and hugged each other.

Some Chinese people even hugged each other and cried.

After the fall of Shanghai, the grievances I had felt for so long were finally completely released at this moment!

Win, China wins!

Win, Meng Shaoyuan wins!

Look, look, those twenty Japanese, all bowed their heads and remained silent!

Look, look, the Japanese, who were arrogant and domineering before, finally lowered their heads!

Look, look, the Chinese people are cheering, that is the cheer only a winner would have!

China, won!

If we win in the arena, can the victory of the War of Resistance be far away?

…

Geist and two strong men rushed to the ring and spent a lot of effort to pull Meng Shaoyuan up.

Meng Shaoyuan actually had a piece in his mouth...

ear!

That's half of Koichi Hahara's ear.

"Pooh!"

Meng Shaoyuan spat out the ears in his mouth.

His vision was blurred and his consciousness began to gradually become blurred.

He saw many people shouting something there.

He saw many people running onto the ring.

Is that Wu Jingyi? Qi Xuezhen? Li Zhifeng?

Seems to be.

Meng Shaoyuan could no longer see clearly.

All he wanted now was to fall down and have a good sleep.

Li Zhifeng and Wu Jingyi rushed over, supporting Meng Shaoyuan one by one.

"Did we win?" Meng Shaoyuan asked vaguely.

"We won, we won, sir, we won!" Li Zhifeng cried with joy.

"Whoever lets me fight in the ring again will end up killing his whole family." Meng Shaoyuan said with all his strength.

"Well, let's never fight in the ring again. We'll never fight again."

The blood had already covered Meng Shaoyuan's eyes. He glanced at Qi Xuezhen and opened his mouth.

Qi Xuezhen nodded vigorously, as if saying:

Teacher, I know what to do.

"Go home, go home."

Meng Shaoyuan murmured.

"Go home, let's go home."

Wu Jingyi hugged him tightly, and then said in a very low voice in his ear:

"Can you still eat grapes after you go home?"

Can you still eat grapes?

Meng Shaoyuan laughed:

"I, of course..."

Then, his body slowly slid down softly.

…

This fight to the death on September 28, 1939 was Meng Shaoyuan’s first time in the ring.

This is also the only time in his life that he steps onto this damn ring!

(Yesterday I saw a reader in the book review area asked me to ask the Lonely Swordsman if he would write about history. I asked on WeChat, and the swordsman’s answer was that the second part is history. I found that I am not only writing a book, but also asking about it, quack
Chapter completed!