The people who were knocked down by Jiang Siming all suffered serious injuries, the most minor of which was a few broken ribs.
There were not enough stretchers and beds in the medical area below the ring. In the end, we had no choice but to let the injured people lie on the lawn for treatment.
Those who are seriously injured are first sent to the hospital by ambulance.
About half of the remaining challengers began to give up.
Now even the stupidest person knows that Jiang Siming is definitely a master of Chinese martial arts, and a very strong master.
More than fifty challengers were beaten to the ground, and none of them even hit Jiang Siming with a single punch.
"The 59th challenger is Xu Dong, a domestic Sanda celebrity."
After the referee finished reading, a man walked onto the stage nervously. Looking at Jiang Siming, who was covered in sweat and out of breath, his original idea of admitting defeat was gradually replaced.
Looking at Jiang Siming like this, he must have been exhausted and exhausted.
If I could take this opportunity to KO him, wouldn't I be able to become famous all over the world?
Thinking of this, Xu Dong gathered up his courage and started jumping around on the ring, pretending.
Jiang Siming raised his head at this time, looked at him with playful eyes, moved his steps lightly, and walked towards him.
Xu Dong sensed the danger and subconsciously wanted to raise his hands to surrender.
But before he could raise his hand, he flew out of the field like a kite with its string broken...
Oh~
The audience booed.
Of course the boos were not for Jiang Siming, but for Xu Dong.
Needless to say, those who were kicked away by Jiang Siming meant that they were all bastards.
In an invisible corner of the auditorium, two voices were communicating softly.
"Why is this guy holding this kind of competition? Isn't it adults bullying children? These people don't even have internal strength, how can they be his opponents?" Huo Wu chewed bubble gum and spit out bubbles.
"His purpose is very simple, to promote Chinese martial arts. From his starting point, this is indeed a good thing." The ice beauty next to him said.
"Then there's no need to act like this. Look at his acting. He looks like he's almost out of energy. Please, are these people enough to hit him with one hand?" Huo Wu complained.
"If he didn't act like this, everyone would think he was fixing the match."
"Hey, when did you speak for him like this? Do you think you also like him?" Huo Wu asked with a smile.
A strange look flashed across the ice beauty's face, and then she immediately rolled her eyes and said faintly: "Don't forget the task assigned to us by the teacher."
When Huo Wu heard this, his head immediately dropped.
Both of them stopped talking, as if there was something unspeakable.
As soon as Xu Dong fell, the remaining challengers couldn't sit still anymore. They all told the boxing card that they would admit defeat and not challenge anymore.
"Sorry, the agreement has long said that once challenged, if one party wants to admit defeat and abandon the war, it must obtain the consent of the other party. In other words, unless Jiang Siming agrees to your surrender, you can surrender and surrender."
Quan Zheng looked at them with disgust and said, "Those who surrender without a fight have no backbone at all. Especially as a person in the martial arts world, I despise them even more."
The news was passed to Jiang Siming, who refused without even thinking about it.
The faces of the remaining gangsters were pale, and just thinking about the scene of Jiang Siming kicking other people away and rolling down the ring was enough to make their legs and feet tremble.
"Jiang Shen, please let us go. We know we were wrong and we will never dare to cheat again."
The frightened gangsters begged Jiang Siming in the audience.
Jiang Siming glanced at them with disdain and said: "You can surrender if you want. Stand on the stage and swear that from today on, you will not participate in any activities related to martial arts, and you will not appear in the public eye again, including on the Internet, live broadcasts, etc.
Once I find out, I will beat you to the ground."
When these people heard this, their faces turned pale.
Unexpectedly, I was so happy that I could show my face here and gain some popularity, but it ended up like this.
Retiring from the martial arts industry for life is equivalent to confiscating their ability to make money.
But if you don't surrender, you will be beaten. Looking at the bastards who were beaten before, none of them were slightly injured.
They all start with at least two years of hospitalization.
Jiang Siming didn't even consider the fact that they were all Chinese, and he was even more vicious than he was against other masters.
For no other reason than because they insulted Chinese Kung Fu and because they liked to behave in a clandestine manner, Jiang Siming made up his mind to give them a good beating today.
When these gangsters were hesitant, a voice suddenly stood up and spoke for them.
"This is too much. How can others make money, as long as it's not illegal, do you have any control over it?"
The speaker was a middle-aged man in a Tang suit. He looked to be in his fifties, with a popular face, a mustache, and bulging temples.
A arrogant and arrogant attitude.
Jiang Siming could tell at a glance that this person was an insider expert, which made him a little surprised. He didn't expect that there were also insider experts among the challengers.
He thought they were all weaklings. Of course, in Jiang Siming's eyes, the masters of the inner family were also weaklings.
It's just that compared to the two weak chickens, the weak chicken in the inner martial arts is a little stronger.
"I don't care how I make money, but insulting Chinese Kung Fu is not okay. They can also choose to challenge me, as long as they have a little backbone."
After Jiang Siming finished speaking, those bastards all gritted their teeth at him, clenched their fists, and wanted to rush up and beat him.
The man with the mustache said sarcastically: "Don't make such a grand excuse. I think you, Jiang Siming, are just a person who is looking for fame. Why would you want to fight a weakling like this? If you have the ability, fight me!"
"Are you sure?" Jiang Siming looked at him with raised eyebrows.
"I am sure and sure!"
After the man with the mustache finished speaking, he jumped several meters high, and he stepped onto the nearly three-meter-high arena, as if he was under pressure.
Everyone exclaimed, is this Qing Gong?
Foreign reporters even focused on the man with the mustache, trying to find out if there was really invisible pressure behind him.
But they searched around and found nothing.
In the corner, the sound of communication reappeared.
"Why does this person look familiar? Wait a minute, let me check the information." Huo Wu said and wanted to check his phone.
"No need to check, I recognized Shi Guoyou, a fugitive murderer fifteen years ago." Bing Meiren said.
"Fuck, I just told you where I saw him. Do you want to arrest him immediately?"