"Have Please Moni!" The host thought that Moni didn't understand, so he shouted it again in a foreign language that he didn't know if it was correct.

This time I finally reacted and saw a middle-aged man walking out of the side door. This man was about forty years old. He was wearing a T-shirt with a sign hanging on his chest. He was really a bit unattractive.

The audience at the scene was also stunned. They could not imagine how such a mediocre uncle could be a master of mixed martial arts.

I saw the uncle walking to the edge of the ring, but he didn't go up. He just held the ring and stuck his head in, as if he had something to say.

Seeing this, the host quickly handed the microphone to his mouth.

"Mouni is missing, he seems to have run away." The uncle said.

After hearing this, the host said in disbelief: "What? He ran away? Did he run away with the train on his back? It counts as defeating the enemy without a fight, so I declare that this is still our power shock.

Dong wins, please ask the next challenger, Michaelson from the Star Kingdom, to adjust and prepare to appear."

Zhang: Feixiang, are you going to recite poetry again?

Huang: Director Zhang, how do you know? Could it be that you are my confidant?

Zhang: Although this is our first time working together, I seem to have figured out your routine.

Huang: There was a roar from the Yi Fei Bridge, which frightened the enemy soldiers and made them turn around. The Zhendong platform did not speak, and Meni was pissed and pissed.

Zhang: Feixiang, we are live broadcasting around the world now. I think we should talk less about shit and shit.

Huang: The true feelings are revealed, a little too exciting. Audience friends, I'm sorry, Director Zhang, so what do you think of this kind of hit-and-run behavior?

Zhang: Of course I sat here and watched. Well, just kidding. Although it’s a bit embarrassing to run away, but I didn’t get beaten one less time. I can only say that there are pros and cons.

Huang: Shouldn’t those who practice martial arts have the courage to overcome difficulties?

Zhang: Fighting even though you know you can't beat him isn't heroic, it's stupidity. In the words of our young people today, that's called deliberately giving away someone's head.

Huang: Director Zhang, do you mean to say that the next challenger, Michaelson, is stupid?

Zhang: Well... let's talk about Michaelson. He is not simple. He is the world heavyweight champion recognized by WBB, WCC and IBE. His fists are so powerful that he can easily kill a cow.

Huang: Did he really go find a cow and try it?

Zhang: I think you can ask this question in person if you have the opportunity to meet him in the future. Remember to tell me after you ask, because I also want to know.

Huang: Then I'm curious, Director Zhang, when you were young, could you kill a cow?

Zhang: I haven't tried this, but it should be no problem to kill you.

Huang: Ahem, Michaelson is on the field, let’s continue watching the game.

At this time, Michaelson had already stood on the ring. Judging from his body, he was as big as two Quan Zhendong.

He was only wearing a pair of large underpants, and the muscles on his body could be described as terrifying. His two arms alone were thicker than an average person's thighs. They were swinging back and forth at the moment, as if they were relaxing.

With another whistle, the referee's hand passed between the two men.

I saw Mikeson's thick arm punching Quan Zhendong fiercely.

Quan Zhendong was not weak at all. He also punched him and hit him hard. The two fists collided hard, which was really painful.

A second later, Michaelson retracted his fist with a painful expression, but Quan Zhendong remained calm at all.

I saw Michaelson waving his hand to the referee, indicating that he would admit defeat.

Zhang: Feixiang, please.

Huang:What?

Zhang: Write poetry.

Huang: It’s too fast. I haven’t thought about it yet.

Zhang: How about I come?

Huang: Do you also compose poetry?

Zhang: Let me give it a try. The young man in white is brave and highly skilled. He is not afraid of the power of slaughtering cattle and can decide the world with one punch. How about it?

Huang: Well, it’s not bad, but it lacks some artistic conception.

After listening to this, Director Zhang glanced sideways at Huang Feixiang.

At this time, the host had already walked to the stage. He grabbed Quan Zhendong's hand, raised it above his head, and shouted loudly: "Now I announce that Quan Zhendong successfully defended the ring and won the five-dollar bonus of this competition."

100 million."

Suddenly, deafening cheers erupted in the venue.

I saw that Quan Zhendong was not very excited. Instead, he took the microphone from the host's hand, signaled everyone to quiet down, and said, "Ask them if they accept it? If not, you can come together."

Suddenly, everyone was shocked, including the two commentators.

Huang: What? Did I hear you right? He wants to hit seven at once. Isn't he crazy? This is too crazy and too wasteful, right?

Zhang: After all, being a wolf is an attitude, and I believe Quan Zhendong has the strength.

Huang: So Director Zhang, do you think they will still come on stage?

Zhang: If you want one to fight seven, this is obviously a provocation. It is a slap in the face of the seven masters. For the sake of face, I think they will accept it, not to mention the 500 million bonus.

Huang: But didn’t you just agree to run away if you can’t fight?

Zhang: It was one-on-one, and now they are seven-on-one. They must be lucky. Besides, they just lost someone on stage. Now if they lose, they have no one to lose. If they win, they can win.

Dismiss some face.

Huang: So you think they will challenge us?

Zhang: Are you blind? Didn’t you see them walking towards the ring?

Huang: I... let's just watch the game.

At this time, the seven masters had come to the ring, formed a circle, and surrounded Quan Zhendong inside.

"Okay, now comes the most exciting part of our evening. The seven masters join forces to fight against the champion. I think our audience tonight is worth it. They can witness a battle outside of our schedule. They will definitely

It’s a worthwhile trip, so I won’t say any more nonsense. Dear contestants, are you ready?”

After hearing this, several people on the stage nodded.

Upon seeing this, the host climbed out from the gap in the ropes. The referee simply climbed down from the ring and blew the whistle below.

The battle broke out instantly. Oshawini's fist, who was standing directly in front, was the first to rush over. Mikeson stood behind Quan Zhendong, with his fist following closely behind. At the same time, Ronald Bedos had already rolled towards Quan Zhendong.

Zhendong's calves, while Jin Daxuan and Tokes jumped up high, one on the left and the other on the right, one using his feet and the other using his knees to greet Quan Zhendong's head.

Balegan couldn't squeeze in because he was too big, while Xiaoyelang was spinning in circles on the outside.

All the spectators at the scene looked as if they had been stabbed, their eyes widened, their mouths slightly opened, and they remained motionless.

I saw Quan Zhendong stretched out his hands and grabbed the wrists of Oshawini and Michaelson respectively. At the same time, he jumped up, dodged the grasp of Ronald Bedos on the ground, and then flew up in the air. He shook Oshawini and Maxson in his hands forcefully to both sides.

O'Shavini came out and knocked Kim Dae-hyun away from the air. Mikeson also hit Tox hard. Quan Zhendong made a heavy fall and stepped on the back of Ronald Bedos on the ground.

Five of them were eliminated in one move, which shocked all the audience. They forgot to scream and applaud.

Similarly, Balgan was also shocked, with fear in his eyes. Only Xiaoyelang was still spinning in circles minding his own business.

Quan Zhendong jumped off the back of Ronald Bedos, walked up to the shivering Balegan, and lightly tapped his fleshy belly. Balgan sat down on the ring knowingly. superior.

Quan Zhendong was already giving him a lot of face, letting Balgan get one less beating, but at this time, Xiao Yelang was still spinning around like a black shadow.

It seems that spinning in circles can really make you faint. Quan Zhendong shook his head helplessly, stretched out a slap, and aimed at the black shadow and slapped him.

Hearing a "pop" sound, Xiao Yelang slipped on the ring for a while, then slipped out of the gap in the bottom rope at the edge of the ring, and fell to the bottom of the ring again, with a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.

The same plot, the same outcome, but the difference is that this time, Onoro has blood hanging from the left corner of his mouth.

Huang: Zhendong's martial arts skills are really great. One against seven in the ring, masters from the seven countries are on the stage. Zhendong is the best in the world.

Zhang: Feixiang, just write poetry if you want. Why are you so anxious? Are you afraid that I will steal it from you?

Huang: On a whim, blurt out, blurt out. Director Zhang, now that Quan Zhendong is invincible, what do you think he should challenge next?

Zhang: I think he can challenge Ultraman.

Huang: Director Zhang, stop joking, there is no Ultraman in this world.

Zhang: You were the one who made the joke first, okay? You already said he is invincible, why would he challenge me?

Huang: Ahem, let’s watch the award ceremony.

In the competition venue, the crowd was full of excitement, cheers were thundering, and ribbons were flying.

A sexy hostess brought over a large golden trophy and handed it to an old man in a suit. The old man exchanged a few words with Quan Zhendong and then handed the trophy to Quan Zhendong.

Then, the host defeated all the efforts of the nine bulls and two tigers. After finally quieting down the venue, he said to Quan Zhendong: "Zhendong, now that you have won a great victory with one battle against seven, I don't know what you want to say to me." Did everyone say that?”

"I announce my retirement!" Quan Zhendong said calmly into the microphone.

The whole audience was stunned and completely silent.

The host's reaction was still faster. After being stunned for a moment, he said with a smile: "I know that after defeating the seven masters, you are already invincible. So, is it because you have no opponents to retire? But you are only a second-year player." As a teenager, don’t you think it’s a pity to retire?”

"I don't want to fight." Quan Zhendong's answer was very simple.

"Well, everyone chooses their own path, so is there anything else you want to say to everyone?" the host asked again.
To be continued...