Liu Shan, as his name suggests, uses a fan as a weapon.

The fan he holds in his hand all the time is no ordinary bamboo fan.

This bamboo fan has been carefully polished, and the edge of the fan is as sharp as a knife, which can shave skin and cut bones.

When the fan is spread out, the sharp fan bones are exposed. When stabbing the opponent, it can tear through clothes and penetrate into the body, causing a fatal blow.

Taking advantage of the gap when Meng Xun paused due to injury, Liu Shan pushed him out of the ring.

The fan bones slowly penetrated into the flesh bit by bit, and the pain in the chest became more and more intense. Meng Xun frowned and gasped with difficulty.

He glared at Liu Shan in front of him, gritting his teeth and saying, "You are despicable. You actually used a weapon to hurt people."

Liu Shan was not embarrassed at all by being exposed. He said calmly, "If you admit defeat, I will stop immediately."

When Zhao Wan in the attic saw the white clothes on Meng Xun's chest stained with blood, her expression could not help but tense up. She turned to Mr. Zhao and said, "Dad, marrying a woman is a happy event, but now someone is about to die. This is not auspicious. Let them stop quickly."

Mr. Zhao looked leisurely and continued to watch the two people fighting on the ring. He said slowly, "As long as the boy from the Meng family is willing to admit defeat, Mr. Liu will naturally stop."

"No... give up!"

Meng Xun pursed his pale lips and uttered the three words with difficulty and determination.

Even though the fan bone pierced deeper and deeper, the blood on his chest flowed more and more, and the wound on his chest hurt so much that he couldn't breathe, he refused to give up.

His heavy and powerless legs were pushed back little by little, and Meng Xun was about to fall off the ring.

No, Wanwan.

Wanwan can't marry anyone else.

At the critical moment, Meng Xun gathered the little strength left in his body, suddenly stretched out his palm forward, pinched Liu Shan's throat, and forced him back to the ring little by little.

"Cough cough..." Liu Shan frowned, coughed twice, raised his hand and chopped hard at the center of Meng Xun's arm.

"Um..." Meng Xun felt pain and quickly retracted his arm.

Liu Shan glanced at Meng Xun, who was covered in blood, and sneered: "You overestimate your own abilities. In this case, I will make you admit defeat with conviction."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his right hand holding the fan, injected his internal force into the fan bone, and then threw Meng Xun violently onto the hard floor.

With a "bang", Meng Xun fell heavily on the ring, shaking the entire ring.

With a "sizzle", the bamboo fan was separated from the flesh, and a stream of bright red blood flowed out from Meng Xun's chest, seeping through his white clothes and flowing onto the floor.

Time passed by bit by bit, and Meng Xun lay on the ring, motionless as if dead.

Zhao Wan in the attic covered her mouth, her eyes red, and looked at the man lying on the ring in astonishment.

She choked with tears and said, "Daddy, there's no need to compete. Let Liu Shan stop."

Seeing Meng Xun being beaten like this, Master Zhao also breathed a sigh of relief and thought it was time to stop.

Master Zhao made a "stop" gesture, and the young man downstairs immediately understood what he meant. He walked to the ring and announced loudly:

"Today's martial arts competition is over. The winner is Mr. Liu Shan. Congratulations to him for becoming my lady's husband..." son-in-law.

Before the word "son-in-law" was uttered, a loud roar suddenly came from the air: "I don't admit defeat!"

Meng Xun, who was lying on the ground, climbed up, leaped in front of Liu Shan, who was immersed in joy, stretched out his hands, and firmly grasped his throat.

Meng Xun's eyes were red, veins on his forehead bulged, and he pinched Liu Shan's neck fiercely.

"Cough cough... let go... cough cough..." Liu Shan coughed violently and slapped Meng Xun's hands hard, hoping that he would let go.

"I don't admit defeat... I don't admit defeat..." Meng Xun muttered this sentence over and over again like a madman.

How could he admit defeat? If he did, Wanwan would belong to someone else.

With a "bang", the two men wrestled and fell on the ring together.

Meng Xun rode on Liu Shan and strangled his throat tightly.

Liu Shan's face was red and he had difficulty breathing. He picked up the fan and spread it out, trying to stab Meng Xun's chest again.

Meng Xun glanced with red eyes, quickly reached out and snatched the fan and threw it off the stage.

This despicable man still wants to hurt people with weapons, I'll strangle him to death!

While Meng Xun was trying to grab the fan, Liu Shan took the opportunity to knock away the hand that was strangling his throat and regained his breathing freedom.

Liu Shan was panting heavily, and after regaining some strength, he did a somersault, pressed Meng Xun under him, and beat him up.

He was merciless, punching Meng Xun in the chest with one punch after another, hitting the vital part.