A black man with a height of nearly two meters strode out of the crowd, wearing a brown bear mask. He weighed more than 250 kilograms and was very muscular.
He was wearing a black vest, and there was actually a brown bear tattooed on his shoulder. As he clenched his fists, the brown bear's mouth seemed to be opening and closing, as if it was about to eat people.
With a little forceful leap, the brown bear man appeared on the ring, shaking so much that his feet were shaking. Ding Fan looked up at this man, leaning directly on the elastic rope in panic, his relatively thin chest rising and falling violently.
"Boy, stand still and let me kick you down to avoid being beaten to death." The brown bear man's eyes were filled with extreme disdain. In his opinion, Ding Fan was not strong enough to hit him with just one punch.
"You don't have to do anything good, I'll go down by myself." Ding Fan said, turned around and was about to jump off the stage.
At this time, a warning came from the loudspeaker, "You must fight. If you step down without permission, it will be considered a violation."
Ding Fan turned his head with a grimace, but the brown bear man laughed so hard that his muscles trembled, "Haha, come and stand in the middle and let me kick you in the butt."
"Why? If I don't beat you to death, I will beat you to death!"
Ding Fan lost his temper, moved in small steps, waved his fists like spinning threads, and took the initiative to attack the brown bear man.
When girls fight, they won't be so stingy. Well, this is the old lady's way of fighting.
Everyone was laughing so hard that the venue immediately turned into a sea of joy. Only Wu Yahuan knew very well that if you underestimate Ding Fan, you will definitely suffer a big loss.
Amidst the laughter of the whole audience, Ding Fan had already arrived in front of the brown bear man and punched the man on the chest with his fists. Humph, it's disgusting, they are hitting your chest with small fists!
The brown bear man was arrogant and had a steel frame. He was a little itchy after being beaten, and he grinned like a pig.
Then, Ding Fan squatted down again and hugged the brown bear man's thigh. It seemed that he had exhausted all his strength. The brown bear man seemed to have roots under his feet and was motionless.
"Brother Xiong, kick him down."
"Haha, I should grab my hair and throw it away."
"If this kid doesn't act in a skit, he will be blind to his material. He is so funny that he is reincarnated!"
"..."
Everyone was making fun of him. Ding Fan was still struggling to hold his thighs, so tired that the veins on his neck were clearly visible, but he could not shake the brown bear man in the slightest.
"Boy, give me a smile and let me get you down gently." The brown bear man said proudly, holding his arms.
"Hey, if I try again, I won't believe that I can't lift one of your legs." Ding Fan chuckled.
"Hurry up, I'm not a monkey in the acrobatic troupe."
"Right away!"
Suddenly, Ding Fan squatted and hugged one of the brown bear man's calves. With a sudden force, the brown bear man let out a cry of surprise. He lay back, his center of gravity was unbalanced, he rolled over the elastic rope, and fell heavily to the ground.
Just like last time, the whole audience fell into silence again, and no one could laugh anymore.
No one expected that the brown bear man was knocked off the stage by Ding Fan without even making a single move. He actually lost!
"No, this kid cheated!"
The brown bear man jumped up, let out a violent roar, and rushed towards the ring. The panicked Ding Fan was so frightened that he immediately hid on the other side and leaned against the pillar in the corner, trembling.
One was knocked off the stage, and the other was thrown off the stage. Ding Fan's seemingly incomprehensible attack made the aggressive men present drop their eyes to the floor, which was completely unbelievable.
Just as the brown bear man was about to take the stage again, a cold voice came from the loudspeaker, "No. 6, stand down. No foul is allowed. Otherwise, you will be permanently disqualified."
The brown bear man hit the ring hard several times, pushed into the crowd with great annoyance, and depressedly grabbed the drink from the man next to him, and drank most of the cup in one gulp. He drank so fast that he choked and coughed, and tears came out.
"You coward, you cry when you lose a game." Someone laughed.
"I'm not crying, are you looking for a fucking beating?" The brown bear man raised his iron fist.
"Fight!" The man was not convinced either.
Ding Fan, who was on the stage, cupped his fists and said loudly: "Referee, I, I don't want to fight, please leave."
"No, we must lose one game, or win three games in a row." An unquestionable voice came from the loudspeaker, and then announced: "No. 1 is on stage, No. 9 is preparing."
The field fell silent again, and a man less than 1.6 meters tall was seen jumping onto the ring easily, with a bald head and a fierce tiger-faced mask.
You can't tell by his head. This person has grown horizontally, and his muscles are extremely prominent. His plump shoulders seem to be carrying two hills. Judging from his hanging arms, he looks much longer than an ordinary person.
Number one is not given casually. This person's kung fu is the best here. If you encounter him unfortunately, you will only get beaten, but if you don't have your bones broken, you will be considered an advantage.
He doesn't talk much. The tiger-faced man No. 1 was different from the previous two. After taking the stage, he immediately launched a fierce attack on Ding Fan.
The iron fist was swung into a shadow, and the speed of his body movement was even more astonishing, as fast as a moving top. Ding Fan hid with his head in his hands and ran around the ring, still shouting for his life, hero.
The audience remained silent, and no one booed. This time, they finally understood that the No. 9 player on the stage wearing a ghost mask, no matter how skilled he was, his evasion skills were absolutely superb.
The tiger-faced man launched his fists and kicks, and had already fired hundreds of moves, but he didn't hit even once, just like he was playing for fun!
"Boy, I must beat you to death today!"
The tiger-faced man also lost face and was extremely embarrassed. He stretched out his arms and tried to stop Ding Fan from breaking out. He suddenly raised his foot and kicked Ding Fan viciously in the chest.
Everyone was sweating for Ding Fan. With this kick, his sternum would inevitably collapse, his ribs would all be broken, and he would be hospitalized for at least a month.
Wu Yahuan couldn't help but squeeze forward two steps, his eyes never moving away from him for a second.
Ding Fan was as nimble as a catfish, shrinking his body and sliding away from the tiger-faced man. The tiger-faced man couldn't stop his movements and kicked the pillar. First there was a loud bang, then there was a click.
The pillar was broken at the waist.
The tiger-faced man hovered in the air and landed firmly on the ground. He looked at Ding Fan, who was half lying on the ground, with disbelief written on his face.
He didn't see clearly how Ding Fan avoided his fatal blow. At this moment, he finally realized that he had encountered a real master who was pretending to be stupid!
Taking a deep breath, the tiger-faced man launched another attack. He moved his feet quickly and kicked Ding Fan on the ground. For a moment, the dust on the ring was flying, and the carpet was almost lifted up.
Ding Fan quickly moved back and leaned against another pillar in panic. As the tiger-faced man quickly attacked, Ding Fan pulled the elastic rope with his backhand and moved his body upwards, actually sitting on the pillar.
The tiger-faced man sneered sinisterly, flew up again, and kicked the pillar hard.
As long as the pillar falls, Ding Fan will fall off the stage, and the game will be declared over.