Chapter 310
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The scene was a big mess!
Meng Fan was taken aback.
Although he took part in his share of fights, he never witnessed such a scene.
Even though there were many policemen and disorganized passengers that day at the airport, Meng Fan didn't feel confused back then.
At the airport, Meng Fan was completely prepared, arguably even for the worst case scenario.
Now, the chaos suddenly appeared before his eyes and took him by surprise.
There were more than forty Chinese wrestlers divided into four teams participating in this edition of Asian MMA Competition. Half of them — twenty-some people — occupied half of the Tokyo stadium together with a group of Japanese fighters, which also consisted of at least thirty athletes. It meant around fifty people were engaged in this chaotic warfare.
Adding to that, there were wrestlers from other countries ready to join the action or enjoying watching the scene. Now almost at a hundred and surely more than eighty people were fighting!
Although comprehensive fighting was not so suitable for melee, it was still very combative. Even though grounding and falling techniques had little use, the power of punching and kicking was far beyond ordinary people's imagination.
With curses and screams in various languages flying all around, the huge training area was completely immersed in chaos.
"Die!"
Meng Fan heard a low cry behind him and then felt a kick landing on his back. He stumbled and leaned forward. Fortunately, Meng Fan's body was strong enough, and he regained balance after the stagger.
Looking back, he saw a guy, who — based on his style and attire — must have been a South Korean. Seeing that his kick had no effect, and adding to that the fact that Meng Fan was at least two times heavier than him, he took two steps back.
"Tuck your mother!"
Meng Fan shouted and started rushing. But instead of going toward the South Korean, he rushed out.
Because Seventh Bro was being beaten!
Wu Ji came down from the ring, and his location became the center of the conflict. As the target was so strong, it was only natural he was being attacked on all sides.
But he wasn't like himself. After three rounds of a violent battle with Shirai, he was so sweaty as if he just took a bath, and his stamina was almost wholly consumed. Moreover, he already sat down to take a rest. It's too hard to pick up energy after such an intense match.
He stubbornly maintained his standing position but, after a while, was laying on the ground.
Lao Hei and the others barred the way with great difficulty, and there were also several people coming from the Japanese side. Having an advantage in the number of fighters was very important at this moment.
In addition, martial arts sportsmen from several other countries were also joining in the action. It seemed that they wanted to use this opportunity to defeat Wu Ji. Hard to know whether he won with or offended this many people in the peacetime, but the crowd was definitely acting premeditated.
Of course, Meng Fan understood nothing of this. He only knew that he couldn't watch Seventh Bro being beaten, not to mention Wu Tong. In Hangzhou, these two seemed very close.
Being attacked by someone and thus getting involved in this scuffle, it didn't make Meng Fan angry. But when Seventh Bro was being beaten, Meng Fan instantly went furious.
Initially, thinking that he didn't belong in this circle, he hurried to hide. Now, he was storming through the crowd with a tank-like force. Regardless whether it was people from Huaxia, Japan, or other countries, everyone squeezed out of his way and soon he reached Wu Ji's side.
At that moment, a Japanese man was raising his foot to step on Wu Ji's chest. Meng Fan sped up, and he abruptly leaned on, knocking out the lightweight Japanese wrestler with a snap.
Then, Meng Fan clanged to Wu Ji with his hands and feet, protecting him.
Bang. Bang.
Shortly after, another two Japanese athletes' feet fell on Meng Fan.
The kick falling on his bottom wasn't all that bad, but the foot that fell on the back of his neck completely stomped Meng Fan, with a lot of force. When his neck got stepped on, he felt a shock in his chest, and a strong sense of suffocation, which was very uncomfortable.
This wasn't over yet. There was another kick aimed straight in Meng Fan's chin. Meng Fan felt his brain buzzing and, subsequently, there was a burst of salty taste in his mouth. This flavor thoroughly irritated Meng Fan.
Another kick was coming like a whip.
Meng Fan suddenly raised his head; his eyes were red, and his fists clenched.
Bang.
The kicking leg severely thrashed Meng Fan's arm. It was so painful that Meng Fan clenched his teeth and, by doing this, discovered that some of his teeth were loose!
Enduring the pain and the feeling as if his jaw was about to crack open, he grabbed the leg and stood up with a laugh. He extended the other hand and grabbed that guy's neck.
He held his leg in one hand and the neck in the other.
He ruthlessly slammed it upward and then threw it toward the ground.
Boom.
The man fell to the ground with a loud noise.
"Ding!"
A reminder sounded in Meng Fan's mind, but at that moment, Meng Fan went completely insane and didn't check it.
Dang.
Just after throwing that man, he got kicked in the back again. This time, Meng Fan's body was motionless like a tower. He turned and rushed over.
He grabbed the man's shoulders with both hands, lifted him, and slammed against the octagonal ring.
Bah.
After knocking the guy down, Meng Fan, still feeling the salty fishy taste in his mouth, spat in his face.
He turned around and — striding towards Wu Ji — grabbed a person on the side. Suddenly speeding up while holding this guy, he took two steps and — using hands', feet's and waist's strength — flung him over his shoulder. The man slammed into two other Japanese athletes in front of him like a sandbag. After they fell down, Meng Fan rushed again, jumped up, and landed on the three Japanese fighters.
After sitting on them, he took advantage of the rebound force from the three meat pads and rolled out, slamming one person's leg.
Bam bam bam bam.
Wherever Meng Fan strolled, if he saw anyone, he grabbed them and threw them down. Some tried to use the capturing technique to twist joints after falling on the ground and were thrown once more.
"Meng boss, it's me! Xiao Hei Hei!"
Lao Hei noticed a long time ago that Meng Fan joined the fight. But after seeing Meng Fan was crazy and watching people falling to the ground, he quickly started yelling as soon as he saw Meng Fan walking toward him.
However, Meng Fan sped up after hearing it!
Lao Hei almost cried. Meng Boss's eyes were red with murderous intent. If you don't get killed by the Japanese, are you going to be KO-ed by your own people?
Bam.
Hearing the sound, Lao Hei realized that Meng Fan was not attacking him but a Japanese person behind him.
Afterward, Lao Hei watched as Meng Fan slammed a few South Koreans, ferociously throwing them on the ground. Among them there was one whom Meng Fan particularly tormented, as when the guy was already laying on the floor, he stepped on him.
This time the South Korean team consisted of a dozen athletes, all of whom trained in this sporting venue. The remaining six or seven were stupid, and when they saw Meng Fan walking towards them, they hurriedly screamed.
"We didn't participate."
"It has nothing to do with us!"
"We — and the guys from a moment ago — aren't martial artists!"
Obviously, they also saw that the man who had been stepped on by Meng Fang just now had sneak-attacked Meng Fan before.
Meng Fan didn't care. He went up and threw them down as well.
Three of them had run away in advance, and Meng Fan didn't chase but turned and walked in the direction of other dogfights.
Bam bam bam.
These South Koreans who ran away saw from afar that Meng Fan had another target, and they were all glad they had run fast.
They are all wrestlers, don't they have the fighting fight?
Not really!
First of all, he wasn't in their weight class, and secondly, they were onlookers to a lot of Meng Fan's blows. It's very clear that he was also not on their strength level.
As more and more people fell to the ground by Meng Fan's hand, the scuffles and noise in the venue also decreased.
One reason indeed was that a lot of people got defeated by Meng Fan. The other reason was that more and more people saw Meng Fan's brutality. When other countries who got on in the action felt the excitement, basically everyone stopped fighting.
Where was the rushing monster?!
Although there were some masters participating in the event — the most powerful among them was the pair that just battled — they are all registered contestants. Unexpectedly, there was no one who could escape this monster. Not to mention, that said monster seemed to have excellent general wrestling skills and a surprisingly immense strength. No one could resist him.
Quite a few people gave this monster a kick or a few punches, but he didn't even flinch!
"Do something!"
"Lay off!"
"STOP!"
A lot of security guards rushed in as well as some senior executives, the hosts, and MMA event management personnel. They were all extremely angry to see this chaotic scene.
Seeing everyone, Meng Fan stopped fighting. He didn't go to catch more people but walked back to Wu Ji with a sullen face. He gave a cold stare to the few still standing Japanese wrestlers then sat down next to Wu Ji, panting heavily. As Wu Ji mischievously laughed at him among this all, he couldn't resist punching him.
"Laughing jerk! Do you know how many kicks and punches your bro suffered for you? Oof, it hurts!"
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The scene was a big mess!
Meng Fan was taken aback.
Although he took part in his share of fights, he never witnessed such a scene.
Even though there were many policemen and disorganized passengers that day at the airport, Meng Fan didn't feel confused back then.
At the airport, Meng Fan was completely prepared, arguably even for the worst case scenario.
Now, the chaos suddenly appeared before his eyes and took him by surprise.
There were more than forty Chinese wrestlers divided into four teams participating in this edition of Asian MMA Competition. Half of them — twenty-some people — occupied half of the Tokyo stadium together with a group of Japanese fighters, which also consisted of at least thirty athletes. It meant around fifty people were engaged in this chaotic warfare.
Adding to that, there were wrestlers from other countries ready to join the action or enjoying watching the scene. Now almost at a hundred and surely more than eighty people were fighting!
Although comprehensive fighting was not so suitable for melee, it was still very combative. Even though grounding and falling techniques had little use, the power of punching and kicking was far beyond ordinary people's imagination.
With curses and screams in various languages flying all around, the huge training area was completely immersed in chaos.
"Die!"
Meng Fan heard a low cry behind him and then felt a kick landing on his back. He stumbled and leaned forward. Fortunately, Meng Fan's body was strong enough, and he regained balance after the stagger.
Looking back, he saw a guy, who — based on his style and attire — must have been a South Korean. Seeing that his kick had no effect, and adding to that the fact that Meng Fan was at least two times heavier than him, he took two steps back.
"Tuck your mother!"
Meng Fan shouted and started rushing. But instead of going toward the South Korean, he rushed out.
Because Seventh Bro was being beaten!
Wu Ji came down from the ring, and his location became the center of the conflict. As the target was so strong, it was only natural he was being attacked on all sides.
But he wasn't like himself. After three rounds of a violent battle with Shirai, he was so sweaty as if he just took a bath, and his stamina was almost wholly consumed. Moreover, he already sat down to take a rest. It's too hard to pick up energy after such an intense match.
He stubbornly maintained his standing position but, after a while, was laying on the ground.
Lao Hei and the others barred the way with great difficulty, and there were also several people coming from the Japanese side. Having an advantage in the number of fighters was very important at this moment.
In addition, martial arts sportsmen from several other countries were also joining in the action. It seemed that they wanted to use this opportunity to defeat Wu Ji. Hard to know whether he won with or offended this many people in the peacetime, but the crowd was definitely acting premeditated.
Of course, Meng Fan understood nothing of this. He only knew that he couldn't watch Seventh Bro being beaten, not to mention Wu Tong. In Hangzhou, these two seemed very close.
Being attacked by someone and thus getting involved in this scuffle, it didn't make Meng Fan angry. But when Seventh Bro was being beaten, Meng Fan instantly went furious.
Initially, thinking that he didn't belong in this circle, he hurried to hide. Now, he was storming through the crowd with a tank-like force. Regardless whether it was people from Huaxia, Japan, or other countries, everyone squeezed out of his way and soon he reached Wu Ji's side.
At that moment, a Japanese man was raising his foot to step on Wu Ji's chest. Meng Fan sped up, and he abruptly leaned on, knocking out the lightweight Japanese wrestler with a snap.
Then, Meng Fan clanged to Wu Ji with his hands and feet, protecting him.
Bang. Bang.
Shortly after, another two Japanese athletes' feet fell on Meng Fan.
The kick falling on his bottom wasn't all that bad, but the foot that fell on the back of his neck completely stomped Meng Fan, with a lot of force. When his neck got stepped on, he felt a shock in his chest, and a strong sense of suffocation, which was very uncomfortable.
This wasn't over yet. There was another kick aimed straight in Meng Fan's chin. Meng Fan felt his brain buzzing and, subsequently, there was a burst of salty taste in his mouth. This flavor thoroughly irritated Meng Fan.
Another kick was coming like a whip.
Meng Fan suddenly raised his head; his eyes were red, and his fists clenched.
Bang.
The kicking leg severely thrashed Meng Fan's arm. It was so painful that Meng Fan clenched his teeth and, by doing this, discovered that some of his teeth were loose!
Enduring the pain and the feeling as if his jaw was about to crack open, he grabbed the leg and stood up with a laugh. He extended the other hand and grabbed that guy's neck.
He held his leg in one hand and the neck in the other.
He ruthlessly slammed it upward and then threw it toward the ground.
Boom.
The man fell to the ground with a loud noise.
"Ding!"
A reminder sounded in Meng Fan's mind, but at that moment, Meng Fan went completely insane and didn't check it.
Dang.
Just after throwing that man, he got kicked in the back again. This time, Meng Fan's body was motionless like a tower. He turned and rushed over.
He grabbed the man's shoulders with both hands, lifted him, and slammed against the octagonal ring.
Bah.
After knocking the guy down, Meng Fan, still feeling the salty fishy taste in his mouth, spat in his face.
He turned around and — striding towards Wu Ji — grabbed a person on the side. Suddenly speeding up while holding this guy, he took two steps and — using hands', feet's and waist's strength — flung him over his shoulder. The man slammed into two other Japanese athletes in front of him like a sandbag. After they fell down, Meng Fan rushed again, jumped up, and landed on the three Japanese fighters.
After sitting on them, he took advantage of the rebound force from the three meat pads and rolled out, slamming one person's leg.
Bam bam bam bam.
Wherever Meng Fan strolled, if he saw anyone, he grabbed them and threw them down. Some tried to use the capturing technique to twist joints after falling on the ground and were thrown once more.
"Meng boss, it's me! Xiao Hei Hei!"
Lao Hei noticed a long time ago that Meng Fan joined the fight. But after seeing Meng Fan was crazy and watching people falling to the ground, he quickly started yelling as soon as he saw Meng Fan walking toward him.
However, Meng Fan sped up after hearing it!
Lao Hei almost cried. Meng Boss's eyes were red with murderous intent. If you don't get killed by the Japanese, are you going to be KO-ed by your own people?
Bam.
Hearing the sound, Lao Hei realized that Meng Fan was not attacking him but a Japanese person behind him.
Afterward, Lao Hei watched as Meng Fan slammed a few South Koreans, ferociously throwing them on the ground. Among them there was one whom Meng Fan particularly tormented, as when the guy was already laying on the floor, he stepped on him.
This time the South Korean team consisted of a dozen athletes, all of whom trained in this sporting venue. The remaining six or seven were stupid, and when they saw Meng Fan walking towards them, they hurriedly screamed.
"We didn't participate."
"It has nothing to do with us!"
"We — and the guys from a moment ago — aren't martial artists!"
Obviously, they also saw that the man who had been stepped on by Meng Fang just now had sneak-attacked Meng Fan before.
Meng Fan didn't care. He went up and threw them down as well.
Three of them had run away in advance, and Meng Fan didn't chase but turned and walked in the direction of other dogfights.
Bam bam bam.
These South Koreans who ran away saw from afar that Meng Fan had another target, and they were all glad they had run fast.
They are all wrestlers, don't they have the fighting fight?
Not really!
First of all, he wasn't in their weight class, and secondly, they were onlookers to a lot of Meng Fan's blows. It's very clear that he was also not on their strength level.
As more and more people fell to the ground by Meng Fan's hand, the scuffles and noise in the venue also decreased.
One reason indeed was that a lot of people got defeated by Meng Fan. The other reason was that more and more people saw Meng Fan's brutality. When other countries who got on in the action felt the excitement, basically everyone stopped fighting.
Where was the rushing monster?!
Although there were some masters participating in the event — the most powerful among them was the pair that just battled — they are all registered contestants. Unexpectedly, there was no one who could escape this monster. Not to mention, that said monster seemed to have excellent general wrestling skills and a surprisingly immense strength. No one could resist him.
Quite a few people gave this monster a kick or a few punches, but he didn't even flinch!
"Do something!"
"Lay off!"
"STOP!"
A lot of security guards rushed in as well as some senior executives, the hosts, and MMA event management personnel. They were all extremely angry to see this chaotic scene.
Seeing everyone, Meng Fan stopped fighting. He didn't go to catch more people but walked back to Wu Ji with a sullen face. He gave a cold stare to the few still standing Japanese wrestlers then sat down next to Wu Ji, panting heavily. As Wu Ji mischievously laughed at him among this all, he couldn't resist punching him.
"Laughing jerk! Do you know how many kicks and punches your bro suffered for you? Oof, it hurts!"
The scene was a big mess!Meng Fan was taken aback.Although he took part in his share of fights, he never witnessed such a scene.Even though there were many policemen and disorganized passengers that day at the airport, Meng Fan didn't feel confused back then.At the airport, Meng Fan was completely prepared, arguably even for the worst case scenario.Now, the chaos suddenly appeared before his eyes and took him by surprise.There were more than forty Chinese wrestlers divided into four teams participating in this edition of Asian MMA Competition. Half of them twenty-some people occupied half of the Tokyo stadium together with a group of Japanese fighters, which also consisted of at least thirty athletes. It meant around fifty people were engaged in this chaotic warfare.Adding to that, there were wrestlers from other countries ready to join the action or enjoying watching the scene. Now almost at a hundred and surely more than eighty people were fighting!Although comprehensive fighting was not so suitable for melee, it was still very combative. Even though grounding and falling techniques had little use, the power of punching and kicking was far beyond ordinary people's imagination.With curses and screams in various languages flying all around, the huge training area was completely immersed in chaos."Die!"Meng Fan heard a low cry behind him and then felt a kick landing on his back. He stumbled and leaned forward. Fortunately, Meng Fan's body was strong enough, and he regained balance after the stagger.Looking back, he saw a guy, who based on his style and attire must have been a South Korean. Seeing that his kick had no effect, and adding to that the fact that Meng Fan was at least two times heavier than him, he took two steps back."Tuck your mother!"Meng Fan shouted and started rushing. But instead of going toward the South Korean, he rushed out.Because Seventh Bro was being beaten!Wu Ji came down from the ring, and his location became the center of the conflict. As the target was so strong, it was only natural he was being attacked on all sides.But he wasn't like himself. After three rounds of a violent battle with Shirai, he was so sweaty as if he just took a bath, and his stamina was almost wholly consumed. Moreover, he already sat down to take a rest. It's too hard to pick up energy after such an intense match.He stubbornly maintained his standing position but, after a while, was laying on the ground.Lao Hei and the others barred the way with great difficulty, and there were also several people coming from the Japanese side. Having an advantage in the number of fighters was very important at this moment.In addition, martial arts sportsmen from several other countries were also joining in the action. It seemed that they wanted to use this opportunity to defeat Wu Ji. Hard to know whether he won with or offended this many people in the peacetime, but the crowd was definitely acting premeditated.Of course, Meng Fan understood nothing of this. He only knew that he couldn't watchSeventh Bro being beaten, not to mention Wu Tong. In Hangzhou, these two seemed very close.Being attacked by someone and thus getting involved in this scuffle, it didn't make Meng Fan angry. But when Seventh Bro was being beaten, Meng Fan instantly went furious.Initially, thinking that he didn't belong in this circle, he hurried to hide. Now, he was storming through the crowd with a tank-like force. Regardless whether it was people from Huaxia, Japan, or other countries, everyone squeezed out of his way and soon he reached Wu Ji's side.At that moment, a Japanese man was raising his foot to step on Wu Ji's chest. Meng Fan sped up, and he abruptly leaned on, knocking out the lightweight Japanese wrestler with a snap.Then, Meng Fan clanged to Wu Ji with his hands and feet, protecting him.Bang. Bang.Shortly after, another two Japanese athletes' feet fell on Meng Fan.The kick falling on his bottom wasn't all that bad, but the foot that fell on the back of his neck completely stomped Meng Fan, with a lot of force. When his neck got stepped on, he felt a shock in his chest, and a strong sense of suffocation, which was very uncomfortable.This wasn't over yet. There was another kick aimed straight in Meng Fan's chin. Meng Fan felt his brain buzzing and, subsequently, there was a burst of salty taste in his mouth. This flavor thoroughly irritated Meng Fan.Another kick was coming like a whip.Meng Fan suddenly raised his head; his eyes were red, and his fists clenched.Bang.The kicking leg severely thrashed Meng Fan's arm. It was so painful that Meng Fan clenched his teeth and, by doing this, discovered that some of his teeth were loose!Enduring the pain and the feeling as if his jaw was about to crack open, he grabbed the leg and stood up with a laugh. He extended the other hand and grabbed that guy's neck.He held his leg in one hand and the neck in the other.He ruthlessly slammed it upward and then threw it toward the ground.Boom.The man fell to the ground with a loud noise."Ding!"A reminder sounded in Meng Fan's mind, but at that moment, Meng Fan went completely insane and didn't check it.Dang.Just after throwing that man, he got kicked in the back again. This time, Meng Fan's body was motionless like a tower. He turned and rushed over.He grabbed the man's shoulders with both hands, lifted him, and slammed against the octagonal ring.Bah.After knocking the guy down, Meng Fan, still feeling the salty fishy taste in his mouth, spat in his face.He turned around and striding towards Wu Ji grabbed a person on the side. Suddenly speeding up while holding this guy, he took two steps and using hands', feet's and waist's strength flung him over his shoulder. The man slammed into two other Japanese athletes in front of him like a sandbag. After they fell down, Meng Fan rushed again, jumped up, and landed on the three Japanese fighters.After sitting on them, he took advantage of the rebound force from the three meat pads and rolled out, slamming one person's leg.Bam bam bam bam.Wherever Meng Fan strolled, if he saw anyone, he grabbed them and threw them down. Some tried to use the capturing technique to twist joints after falling on the ground and were thrown once more."Meng boss, it's me! Xiao Hei Hei!"Lao Hei noticed a long time ago that Meng Fan joined the fight. But after seeing Meng Fan was crazy and watching people falling to the ground, he quickly started yelling as soon as he saw Meng Fan walking toward him.However, Meng Fan sped up after hearing it!Lao Hei almost cried. Meng Boss's eyes were red with murderous intent. If you don't get killed by the Japanese, are you going to be KO-ed by your own people?Bam.Hearing the sound, Lao Hei realized that Meng Fan was not attacking him but a Japanese person behind him.Afterward, Lao Hei watched as Meng Fan slammed a few South Koreans, ferociously throwing them on the ground. Among them there was one whom Meng Fan particularly tormented, as when the guy was already laying on the floor, he stepped on him.This time the South Korean team consisted of a dozen athletes, all of whom trained in this sporting venue. The remaining six or seven were stupid, and when they saw Meng Fan walking towards them, they hurriedly screamed."We didn't participate.""It has nothing to do with us!""We and the guys from a moment ago aren't martial artists!"Obviously, they also saw that the man who had been stepped on by Meng Fang just now had sneak-attacked Meng Fan before.Meng Fan didn't care. He went up and threw them down as well.Three of them had run away in advance, and Meng Fan didn't chase but turned and walked in the direction of other dogfights.Bam bam bam.These South Koreans who ran away saw from afar that Meng Fan had another target, and they were all glad they had run fast.They are all wrestlers, don't they have the fighting fight?Not really!First of all, he wasn't in their weight class, and secondly, they were onlookers to a lot of Meng Fan's blows. It's very clear that he was also not on their strength level.As more and more people fell to the ground by Meng Fan's hand, the scuffles and noise in the venue also decreased.One reason indeed was that a lot of people got defeated by Meng Fan. The other reason was that more and more people saw Meng Fan's brutality. When other countries who got on in the action felt the excitement, basically everyone stopped fighting.Where was the rushing monster?!Although there were some masters participating in the event the most powerful among them was the pair that just battled they are all registered contestants. Unexpectedly, there was no one who could escape this monster. Not to mention, that said monster seemed to have excellent general wrestling skills and a surprisingly immense strength. No one could resist him.Quite a few people gave this monster a kick or a few punches, but he didn't even flinch!"Do something!""Lay off!""STOP!"A lot of security guards rushed in as well as some senior executives, the hosts, and MMA event management personnel. They were all extremely angry to see this chaotic scene.Seeing everyone, Meng Fan stopped fighting. He didn't go to catch more people but walked back to Wu Ji with a sullen face. He gave a cold stare to the few still standing Japanese wrestlers then sat down next to Wu Ji, panting heavily. As Wu Ji mischievously laughed at him among this all, he couldn't resist punching him."Laughing jerk! Do you know how many kicks and punches your bro suffered for you? Oof, it hurts!"
