"Fuck, it's amazing. I didn't expect Ding Xiu to be a sumo wrestler."
"Na Ren is more than 200 kilograms and Ding Xiu is more than 100 kilograms. Such a big physical gap makes people thrown out."
"In next year's Olympics, I won't watch the sumo wrestling event without Ding Xiu."
"Whoever tells me that Ding Xiu is a fancy person in the future, I will be the first to be anxious with him."
"This money was not spent in vain."
In the first round of the fight, Ding Xiu's 400s made the audience's eyes lit up and he exclaimed.
Some people have already started shouting in their mouths that they beat him to death.
Ding Xiu's mouth twitched, and he wanted to send him in.
On the ground, Na Ren had already gotten up. He fell not far away. He was on the sideline and did not fall off the ring. This time, his expression was particularly solemn. With one breath and one breath, his eyes began to become fierce.
"!"
He strode under his feet, and rushed to Ding Xiu again in the blink of an eye.
Just like the last round, he pressed his hands against Ding Xiu's shoulders, trying to push him out.
Of course, Ding Xiu, who was prepared for a long time, could not be successful by him. He leaned forward, and formed a solid triangle with his upper body, one in front and one in back. Every time Na Ren pushed him and moved a little, he needed exponential strength.
Just moving one meter forward, Na Ren didn't compete anymore.
If he continues to fight like this, his physical strength will be consumed too much. If Ding Xiu finds his flaw in the middle, he may not be able to fight back.
"ha!"
With a loud shout, Na Ren moved his hands to Ding Xiu's ribs, held him and lifted it up, then rotated his body and threw it out.
This scene made the audience exclaim, and some of them were already covering their mouths and standing up.
Not that easy for a person who lost more than a hundred pounds of Na Ren.
The scene of Ding Xiu being thrown off the stage did not appear. Ding Xiu grabbed Na Ren's arm with both hands and refused to let go, and he turned around in the air for several times.
A person with a weight of more than 100 pounds was hung on his body, and even Na Ren couldn't stand it. After gritting his teeth, he increased his strength and threw it hard.
No matter how tight Ding Xiu hung, he would definitely have to fly out this time.
Knowing that he couldn't hold on this time, Ding Xiu didn't persist. When he felt Na Ren's strength change, he let go, and the first one was his left hand.
As soon as he put his left hand, his body's center of gravity fell, his feet fell on the ground, and began to slide on the ground, constantly using friction to reduce the inertia brought by Naren.
The moment Na Ren was about to give a try, he let go and slid out several meters.
Before Na Ren could breathe, he rushed up again, snatched his arm forward, and was about to grab Na Ren's hand.
Na Ren quickly dodged and grabbed Ding Xiu with his other hand.
In the blink of an eye, the two fought for several rounds.
Finally, Ding Xiu hugged Na Ren's waist first, lifted it up, and hugged it again.
The audience cheered.
But this level of damage is no different from tickling for Na Ren. Soon, he found Ding Xiu's flaw again, and he made a thousand-way deal in the fight.
The upper body locked Ding Xiu, stepped onto the ground between his feet, and his body turned slightly.
The road ahead was separated, and Ding Xiu was about to fall, and the audience's heart was in his throat. Ding Xiu took a step with the trend, stuck Na Ren's stretched out leg, pushed his upper body forward, and hooked his feet upward, Na Ren fell
fall.
"Smack!"
"good!"
"Good fall!"
Several times in succession, Ding Xiu used his skills to put down Na Ren, which was false and real. He used it to perfection, which made everyone stunned.
Na Ren was also a little unable to withstand it. When did he suffer such a loss when he had ever suffered such a loss when he was having a fall?
Ding Xiu used all the skills, no forceful confrontation at all.
"Brother Xiu, you have good skills, why don't we have some tough ones."
Gasping, Na Ren said.
Every punch hit the cotton. This feeling was so uncomfortable that he couldn't stand it. If Ding Xiu kept playing like this, he would be frustrated to death.
Ding Xiu smiled and said, "Okay, actually, I can't beat you up."
This time, the two changed their tactics at the same time.
Ding Xiu stepped forward to grab the person, Na Ren raised his hand to block it, Ding Xiu grabbed his wrist, bent down and passed through his waist, walked around behind him, and locked Na Ren's neck with the other hand and pressed it hard.
Na Ren was pressed to kneel down on one knee.
He swept his right leg and forced Ding Xiu to retreat. He stood up again and moved his shoulders that were a little painful.
Without a word of nonsense, the battle began again. With the same grasp, the two of them broke and closed one after another, and their bodies collided again after several rounds.
This time, Ding Xiu still grabbed Na Ren first, and he used the same arm-piercing move the last time, but his attack method changed.
Halfway through, Ding Xiu stopped, stole a horse stance under his feet, grabbed Na Ren's arm with one hand, and at the same time stood up and pushed his shoulders, sucked down with the other hand, grab Na Ren's leg.
With a light shout, the overlord raised the cauldron and carried the Ren.
After rotating his feet for a while, he did not throw it out with force, but pushed his palm slightly and threw the Ren on the edge rope.
Ding Xiu originally thought that he would admit defeat when he realized the gap between the two.
But the war in Naren's eyes became even more intense.
"Brother Xiu, the rules of the game are not like this. Either I admit defeat, or you fall so hard that I can't stand up. I won't admit defeat if you do this."
In their hometown, it does not exist.
Since you are determined to compare winning or losing, you can only throw one party into submission and let the other party admit defeat by letting the other party admit defeat. That is impossible.
Seeing him getting excited, Ding Xiu moved his neck, and his muscles became more compact as he moved, and fine sweat flowed down his neck.
"Okay, then I'll throw my patience, but don't cry."
Next, everyone saw what wrestling violence is.
Pinch the arm and waist sweep!
Falling over the back!
Sweep your waist!
Kneel and fall!
Throwing through legs!
Hook your arm and fall over your shoulder!
Hold your legs and fall!
Back back!
Fishing and falling!
On the ring, only the sound of smashing was heard.
After each fall, Na Ren would stand up, but he was thrown more and more times, so the time he stood up was getting slower and slower.
My nose was bruised and my face was swollen, and my ground was covered with blood, which was sprinkled all over the floor.
In the end, Ding Xiu fell into a barbarian bear, and Na Ren did not stand up again.
Lying on the ground, his mouth opened and closed, unable to hear what he said.
Ding Xiu said to referee Zhang Wei: "He said he gave in."
Zhang Wei was stunned for a second, nodded and whistled repeatedly: "Na Ren admits defeat, Ding Xiu wins!"
After saying that, he quickly checked Na Ren's body, rolled his eyes, bleeding from his nostrils, and spread his mouth open, and it smelled bloody, but fortunately he was still breathing.
When he touched the bones, when he touched the ribs, back bones, and shoulder blades, Na Ren sucked the air conditioner and almost got up in pain.
Zhang Wei was covered in black: "You said you know that it hurts, but you didn't admit defeat earlier, so why did you keep holding on?"
Two lines of clear tears flowed down the corners of his eyes. Na Ren slowly opened his eyes and choked and said, "I got up several times and wanted to admit defeat. He was unreasonable and threw me before I could speak."
"I stand up once he fell once, and I stand up once he fell once."
Zhang Wei: "…"
"Then you can't get up. You lie on the ground and wait for me to count down. When the time comes, you will admit defeat."
Na Ren: "I can't swallow this. I just want to see if he can throw me to death."
"You deserve it!"
...
Na Ren was carried down and saved even the intermission.
When the audience cheered again when they learned that Ding Xiu didn't want to rest and wanted to continue fighting the next opponent.
"Teacher Ding, do you really need to rest?"
Referee Zhang Wei asked uncertainly, but his tone was full of doubts, meaning that he would let Ding Xiu rest and not show off.
He held Na Ren's 200-pound pound pound and smashed it around, saying that it was impossible not to be tired, and his sweat and breathing chest were proof.
The next opponent is Barron, and if you don’t pay attention, you will capsize in the gutter.
Ding Xiu took a sip of mineral water, leaned against the side rope, shook his head: "No, I just warmed up in the first half, Chuanwu is not like wrestling, it won't take that long, just call the person up."
It is really laborious to fall and fall. The passing of martial arts is different. You can decide the winner in a few rounds. There is no situation where the battle is three days and three nights.
It can be seen from the previous game that the longest one is not more than three minutes, and the fastest one is just one move.
"Okay, then I'll let the contestants prepare."
Zhang Wei prepared time for Barron, which was actually the time for Ding Xiu to recover.
This preparation took more than twenty minutes.
The audience in the live broadcast room watched the advertisement for more than 20 minutes.
Fortunately, cheerleaders came out to dance to ease the atmosphere, and all the beauties with long legs in bikini are very eye-catching.
During the middle, the host interviewed several martial arts celebrities on the referee's seat and asked about their opinions on Ding Xiu. They all said that Ding Xiu is the future of the martial arts world and his future is limitless.