As soon as Mr. Zhao finished speaking, two big men appeared and drove Meng Xun away.

The two men were as strong as Mount Tai, and their muscles were as hard as earthworms. Meng Xun's attacks did not hurt or itch the two men, and it seemed that they did not have much effect.

The two men were not fast in attacking, but their defense ability was strong. Meng Xun spent a lot of effort to knock them down.

He had just knocked down the two men, and before he had time to catch his breath,

Mr. Zhao gave an order, and three more big men jumped out.

Meng Xun frowned, and immediately went on alert and fought with the three people who rushed up.

The three men on the opposite side punched with the force of the wind, which could break stones. Meng Xun evaded them swiftly, countered their moves, and cracked them one by one.

Two quarters of an hour later.

"Bang... Bang... Bang..."

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground rang out on the huge arena.

The three big men on the opposite side were knocked down one by one by Meng Xun.

The old man of the Zhao family looked at his men lying on the ground wailing and groaning in pain, and Meng Xun who was still standing upright on the stage, and was angry at their lack of fighting.

This group of useless drunkards, five strong men can't beat a skinny boy, useless things!

The old man of the Zhao family looked very unhappy at the moment, because he didn't have many people who could fight.

Unfortunately, in order to protect a batch of important commercial goods, the group of warriors with high martial arts skills in the mansion were sent to the south to do business.

At this moment, the only people who could be summoned were the dozen or so ordinary servants in the mansion, who were not enough for Meng Xun to fight.

Seeing the worry of the old man of the Zhao family, the winner, Liu Shan, who was standing quietly on the side, came out.

He bowed and saluted, "Old man Zhao, I am good at martial arts, why don't I deal with this young master."

The old man of the Zhao family remembered the existence of Liu Shan. He had just witnessed the whole process of Liu Shan's martial arts competition. Indeed, this prospective son-in-law was good at martial arts.

"Then I'll have to trouble my son-in-law." Old man Zhao said.

At this moment, in the heart of old man Zhao, he had already regarded the winner Liu Shan as his prospective son-in-law.

Liu Shan was superior to ordinary people in appearance, martial arts, and literary talent.

He met Mr. Zhao's criteria for choosing a son-in-law.

Mr. Zhao looked at him and liked him more and more, just like looking at his own son.

Liu Shan got the approval and immediately went forward to fight with Meng Xun.

Liu Shan used the fan as a weapon and hit Meng Xun's chest.

Meng Xun felt uncomfortable when Mr. Zhao called him son-in-law. He glared at the attacking man with cold eyes, dodged, and used his right arm to block the fan and avoid the attack.

Meng Xun looked at Liu Shan and said coldly: "Let's have a fight. If you lose, you give up the marriage. If I win, I will be the son-in-law of the Zhao family."

Liu Shan raised his thin lips slightly and smiled contemptuously: "Then let's have a fight. I may not lose to you, sir."

As soon as the voice fell, Liu Shan's face sank and became as cold as frost.

He began to fight seriously.

"Hoo...Hoo...Hoo..."

There was obviously no wind, but during the fight between the two, you go back and forth, fists and feet meet each other, clothes flutter, as if a strong gust of wind blew past their ears.

The bamboo fan rushed over, brushed the side of Meng Xun's face, and almost cut his cheek.

Meng Xun's pupils shrank, his nerves were tense, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

The man in front of him is not easy to deal with!

Meng Xun previously fought against five "Taishan Giants" alone, which consumed a lot of his physical strength.

Without even a breath to catch his breath, he immediately fought against the highly skilled Liu Shan, which was actually a bit too much for him.

Moreover, Liu Shan had a weapon in his hand, while Meng Xun was unarmed, so he was a bit behind when the fight started.

While he was stunned, the powerful bamboo fan suddenly hit Meng Xun's chest.

Meng Xun was already a little exhausted, and was caught off guard for a moment. He was a little slow in his movements and was immediately hit.

"Um..." There was a dull pain in his chest. He groaned, covered his chest, and took two steps back.

Liu Shan took advantage of the victory and continued to attack. The bamboo fan hit Meng Xun's chest again and again.

In order to avoid the attack, Meng Xun was beaten back step by step.

At this time, Meng Xun had been forced to retreat to the edge of the ring, and was only one step away from being eliminated.

He glanced behind him, feeling something was wrong, and secretly clenched his fists and took the lead in using a palm to chop at Liu Shan's neck.

Liu Shan dodged backwards, and Meng Xun took the opportunity to cross back to the ring.

However, he did not expect that when he crossed back to the ring, Liu Shan, who was originally retreating, suddenly spread out the bamboo fan and stabbed him hard in the chest.

"Uh..." Meng Xun's body suddenly stiffened, and the whole person suddenly froze, and a painful groan escaped from his tightly pursed thin lips.

He lowered his eyes and saw that the front end of the fan bone had pierced into the flesh on his chest, and bright red blood seeped through his white clothes and slowly overflowed.