"What did you say?"
Wu Huan, who was next to him, didn't hear clearly and asked a question.
Wang Zheng replied calmly, "Mei Yiqi won."
Wu Huan was still puzzled. Looking at Mei Yiqi, whose hands were clearly crippled and who was forced into a corner, barely managing to dodge, how could he possibly win?
Wang Zheng didn't explain, but carefully observed the situation on the field. He wanted to see what other tricks Mei Yiqi had up his sleeve.
Zhu Canyang has already lost a lot of blood, and he is now even wondering if his opponent is determined to wear him down by bleeding him to death.
Fortunately, his opponent had been cornered. Given the severity of his injuries, one punch would surely be enough to cripple him.
Thinking of this, he mustered his strength and roared again: "Demon!"
Then his pale golden skin seemed to turn red, and the veins on his body surface bulged. If you listened carefully, you could almost hear the rushing sound of blood flowing in his veins.
As countless drops of blood pooled on his right arm, his entire arm suddenly swelled up, becoming larger and thicker.
Then, seizing the opportunity, he unleashed a full-force attack on Mei Yiqi.
At this moment, Mei Yiqi's face was deathly pale, and he was barely breathing, as if he might collapse at any moment.
Seeing that the other party finally lost their temper, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Looking at the fist that had grown even larger and was gleaming with golden light, he gently closed his eyes.
The onlookers gasped in surprise at Mei Yiqi's actions.
"So, he gave up at this point?"
"With such a serious injury, it's not easy for him to keep going until now. But why doesn't he call for surrender? In this match, the opponent won't stop unless you call for surrender."
Zhu Canyang did not stop, just as his mentor had said on the first day: respect every opponent, go all out when you step on stage, and if you underestimate your opponent, you will only die.
"boom--"
As the punch was unleashed, a violent surge of air erupted.
However, to everyone's surprise, Mei Yiqi's body seemed to be as thin as a piece of paper. With the punch, he was carried downwards by the wind of the punch, as if he was not hurt at all.
Just then, Mei Yiqi opened his eyes. At this moment, he showed no sign of giving up whatsoever.
Seeing that Mei Yiqi was still persisting, Zhu Canyang also cursed, "Damn it! He's really troublesome."
He was running out of steam after throwing that punch, and was just about to throw a punch with his left hand to force him back when...
Mei Yiqi even smiled.
Then he opened his mouth.
"Hiss~ Hiss~~ Hiss~~~~"
Countless streams of air surged into his mouth, and the intense air pressure almost sucked away the surrounding air, making it difficult for Zhu Canyang to even breathe.
But this feeling was fleeting, because Mei Yiqi had already closed his mouth, and then his mouth kept chewing as if he was eating something.
We won!
Although Zhu Canyang knew that his opponent was definitely playing some tricks, he knew he was going to win as he watched his fist get closer and closer.
He couldn't dodge that punch, and as long as it landed, he was guaranteed to win no matter what other tricks his opponent had up his sleeve.
Seeing Mei Yiqi's barely breathing appearance, he was very confident in his judgment.
This guy in front of me can't even stand up straight; this punch will definitely win him.
His powerful punch came whistling through the air, but just as his fist was about to strike Mei Yiqi, something unexpected happened.
He could even feel the fine downy hairs on the other person's face.
But then Mei Yiqi opened his mouth again.
"Huwuwu~~~~~~~~~"
A violent whirlwind roared out of his mouth.
The swirling, intense airflow quickly condensed into a horizontal tornado, first blowing away Zhu Canyang's fist, and then carrying unparalleled momentum forward.
Zhu Canyang's defensive talent seemed to have no effect; the golden light flashed and disappeared in an instant, passing through him after a slight ripple.
The small tornado first struck his chest, pierced his flesh, and then pierced through his back.
It brought with it countless pieces of blood and internal organs, then flew into the distance, gradually dissipating into the air and disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
At this moment, Zhu Canyang stared blankly at the fist-sized hole in his chest, opened his mouth as if to say something, and then fell backward.
Looking utterly exhausted, Mei Yiqi quietly replied with a thank you.
He stumbled forward, barely managing to regain his footing before turning to look at Wang Zheng, only to see that Wang Zheng had already stood up and was clapping for him.
Only then did he see that the treatment team's instructors had already entered the arena.
He didn't even hear the referee's decision before everything went black and he fainted.
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