Wang Fan curled his lips, there was really no one else who was pretending to do this.
He reluctantly let go of Lin Ruoxue, straightened his clothes slowly, then stood up and planned to wander towards the ring.
But just as he stood up, Lin Ruoxue suddenly grabbed his arm.
"Mr. Lin, you." Wang Fan frowned and was about to ask.
Lin Ruoxue suddenly stood up on her tiptoes, kissed Wang Fan on the forehead like a dragonfly, and smiled charmingly, "Go, my family is here, waiting for your triumphant return."
Wang Fan looked at Lin Ruoxue's appearance and felt briefly absent-minded, but soon regained consciousness.
This girl really worked hard to win.
He raised his fingers, pinched Lin Ruoxue's white chin, showed a hint of a smile, and said proudly, "Just wait, I will be back soon."
After saying that, Wang Fan strode toward the ring.
Lin Ruoxue's heart skipped a beat, and there was a brief moment of emptiness. ??
Looking at Wang Fan's retreating back and recalling Wang Fan's naughty smile before, her mood was rarely disturbed.
Especially that naughty smile, it was deeply fixed in her mind and could not be dispelled.
"Ah? He is Lin Ruoxue's bodyguard?"
"No way, he looks worse than Yang Wu."
"I can guarantee that he will be knocked down with one punch from the God of Death."
"I don't think so. Since Lin Ruoxue dares to send him out, it means that he must be more powerful than Yang Wu."
Looking at Wang Fan, everyone in the audience started talking again.
Wang Fan paid no attention to it, walked slowly to the front and back of the stage, and climbed up in a very clumsy way.
Everyone in the audience burst out laughing when they saw this scene, especially the women, who were laughing so hard that they almost burst out laughing.
The God of Death also showed contempt in his eyes. He looked down on Wang Fan very much and really didn't want to fight Wang Fan. It was really embarrassing.
However, due to Ma Lingru's order and Ma Lingru's exciting conditions, he had to fight this battle again.
"Ready
I'm going to make a move!" As soon as Wang Fan stood up, the God of Death prepared his movements and planned to punch Wang Fan first.
However, Wang Fan shouted to stop, "Wait a minute."
"What's wrong, do you have anything to say? If you want to ask for mercy, forget it. There is no begging for mercy here, no admitting defeat. It is not over until one party is knocked off the ring."
"But don't worry, I won't let the battle end so quickly. If I don't ravage you, how can I show my strength?"
The God of Death stared at Wang Fan with disdain and said openly.
Although Ma Lingru was warm to Wang Fan on the surface and even asked him to show mercy to Wang Fan, secretly Ma Lingru said that she would beat Wang Fan until he cried for his father and mother.
Only in this way can she hit Lin Ruoxue's face so hard that she can completely make Lin Ruoxue unable to lift her head.
"Who said I begged for mercy?" Wang Fan snorted disdainfully, then raised his head with a proud look on his face, "I am the number one boxing champion in Jinzhou and the number one escort king in Jinzhou. Will I beg for mercy?"
Wang Fan held out three fingers and said, "I can kill a guy like you in just three moves. Wouldn't it be ridiculous to say that I'm begging for mercy?"
Wang Fan hummed and said in a very disdainful tone, "The reason why I called stop is, firstly, because I want to understand the rules of fighting, and secondly, I want to say hello to the beautiful women in the audience. Don't be too sentimental."
The God of Death was almost angry to death and looked down upon him. This was contempt for him.
He didn't expect that a guy like Wang Fan, who looked extremely weak, would dare to look down on him. This was simply a shame and a huge insult!
"The rules of the competition are very simple. As long as one party is knocked out of the ring, he loses. As long as no weapons are used, any method can be used. Do you understand?"
The God of Death shouted impatiently at Wang Fan, clenched his fist again and began to gather momentum, preparing to deliver a thunderous strike.
This bastard is so hateful, he must ruthlessly ravage him. Even if he cannot kill Wang Fan, he must make Wang Fan's life worse than death.
"I understand." Wang Fan nodded.
"Well, you can go and die." After the God of Death said that, he clenched his fist and charged at Wang Fan again.
"Wait." However, before he could rush to Wang Fan's side, he was stopped again by Wang Fan.
The God of Death almost spat out a mouthful of blood and was furious, "Are you still fucking finished? Can you compete?"
"Of course we can compete." Wang Fan was a little innocent, "Didn't I just say that I still want to say hello to the beautiful women in the audience? After I finish saying hello, how about we compete again?"
"I told you that you don't have a bad temper, but you seem to have bad ears." Wang Fan snorted in dissatisfaction.
Seeing this scene, Ma Lingru's face looked a little ugly in the audience, but Lin Ruoxue's eyes lit up.
Wang Fan is playing psychological warfare.
He called to stop twice, both when the God of Death was getting ready to attack. He obviously wanted to disturb the God of Death and anger the God of Death. In this way, Wang Fan's chances of winning were greatly increased.
Likewise, the God of Death has indeed been fooled. Not only has his face turned red, but looking at the gnashing of teeth, he is even on the verge of losing his mind.
In addition, as the ancient saying goes, once it is full of strength, it will weaken again, and it will be exhausted after three times. The power of the God of Death will be greatly weakened the third time he charges up.
Wang Fan's chances of winning will increase by another 20%.
"Stupid, really stupid." Ma Ling jumped angrily, but she couldn't stand up to remind her, otherwise it would be counterproductive.
She could only curse Wang Fan secretly in her heart for being cunning and not a human being.
Fortunately, the God of Death is very powerful. Even if she is angered, Ma Lingru still has a lot of confidence in the God of Death. Otherwise, she would have left long ago and would have no shame in staying here.
Lin Ruoxue picked up a grape with one hand, slowly put it into her lips and chewed it, while her beautiful eyes stared at Wang Fan without blinking, with appreciation flashing in her eyes.
Wang Fanke ignored them, and swaggered to the front of the stage, like a celebrity, waved to everyone, and then began to introduce himself.
"Hello everyone, I am Wang Fan
The chairman of the security company, Wang Fan, is nicknamed God of Death. I have the honor to compete with the God of Death today, and I will definitely not disappoint everyone."
When the God of Death heard this, he almost vomited blood again.
Damn, he was called the God of Death, but Wang Fan chose the God of Death. Is this a slap in the face?
Lin Ruoxue couldn't help but sob at the corner of her mouth. This bastard never forgets to advertise everywhere.
"Okay, let's start." Wang Fan said and immediately ran towards the God of Death.
He didn't punch or kick, but spread his arms and hugged the god of death as if hugging a lover.
Everyone in the audience looked at this scene and had no idea what Wang Fan was going to do.
They have watched so many fights, but they have never seen anything like Wang Fan. Is this a joke?
The God of Death was stunned when he saw Wang Fan's performance, and then roared like a wild beast, then raised his iron fist and hit Wang Fan's head hard.
But just when his fist was about to hit Wang Fan's head, Wang Fan fell sideways as if he was tripped by a stone, and then avoided the death fist.
The God of Death was slightly puzzled.
Is this okay?
"Oops." At this moment, with an ouch, the fallen Wang Fan was like a drowning man who found a life-saving straw. He hugged the god of death like a dying struggle, and then twisted his body back upright.
Immediately afterwards, the God of Death felt a heartbreaking sting on his ten toes.
I saw Wang Fanzheng hugging him tightly and jumping around in fear. However, every time his feet landed, they would step on his own toes.
Damn it!
The God of Death was going crazy. He never thought in his wildest dreams that his toes would be attacked.
He gasped loudly, and then couldn't help but jump up after Wang Fan.