The Daughter-In-Law’S Son-In-Law Chapter 4303
by“The next game begins!”
While Zhao Qingqing was digesting Ye Fan’s words, there was a sharp sound and the fighting between the two sides began again.
Ye Fan stopped talking and looked at the hanging screen.
At this time, Baibaiitu, who had resolved his pain, stood on the ring again. He was unwilling to lose just now, so he wanted to continue fighting to get back.
Everyone was stunned when they saw Bai Bai Tu coming on the stage, as if they didn’t expect that this defeated general would dare to fight again, and then they showed disdain and concluded that he wasted his place and brought humiliation to himself.
Bai Baiantu ignored everyone’s gazes, pointed his finger at the Southern Martial Alliance and roared: “Come!”
After the words fell, Jiang Jinyu jumped onto the ring, without saying a word, moved his steps and shot towards the Hundred Years Massacre.
Bai Baiantu had just been beaten down by Jiang Mantang with ten moves, so for Jiang Jinyu, this was just an embroidered pillow that could be knocked away with just a few punches.
So she wanted the Thunderbolts to win.
She didn’t use any weapons, she swung her arms round and smashed down the Hundred Years Butcher head and face.
That momentum was like an unstoppable crusher.
Following the momentum of the opponent’s unstoppable attack, Bai Baiantu retreated. He did not open and close like before, but struck out like lightning.
His movements of kicking were very subtle, his upper body was as smooth as water, but his toes were like a poisonous snake spitting messages, pecking Jiang Jinyu’s left calf accurately.
“Pounce!”
There was a sharp sound, and while Jiang Jinyu was running wildly, his calf suddenly felt severe pain, so he staggered and tilted his body.
However, she was experienced and quickly reacted, shifting her focus to her right foot.
Just when she was adjusting her body to bear the gravity, Bai Baiantu touched her right ankle with his foot again, the force penetrating into her bones, making her moan uncontrollably!
But Jiang Jinyu groaned in pain, but he was still able to hold back the pain and hit Baibaiitu with his right fist vigorously.
Bai Bai Tu showed no fear on his face and charged at the opponent with fist to fist.
“Bang!”
There was a loud noise, and Jiang Jinyu, who had difficulty standing due to pain in his legs, fell two to three meters. His right hand hung down like a noodle, and blood leaked from the corner of his mouth.
The disciples of the Southern Martial Alliance fell into silence, as Bai Baiantu’s punch seemed to hit them.
A guy who had just been beaten by Jiang Mantang could seriously injure their veteran after taking a short rest?
This is a shame for the Nanwu League.
Jiang Mengli clenched her fists in anger: “You bastard, if you dare to hurt us, you should have been beaten to death by Jiang Mantang just now.”
Song Shiyan also lost his smile, sat up straight and looked at Baibaiitu, seemingly surprised that he had regained his fighting power.
“Death!”
Jiang Jinyu seemed to be able to feel the shame of his companions. He raised his chest and gathered strength. He raised his left hand and rushed towards the Centennial Massacre again.
Bai Bai Tu didn’t say anything nonsense. Bai Bai used his left hand to shoot the tiger with an upward curved bow, hitting the opponent’s abdomen mercilessly.
This heavy punch immediately forced Jiang Jinyu to fall back again.
This time, Baibaiitu did not wait for Jiang Jinyu to slow down and launch an offensive. Instead, he swept up to Jiang Jinyu like a ghost, and turned his right hand into a fist and punched directly into the opponent’s chest.
“Bang!”
With a loud noise, Jiang Jinyu flew out and fell at Jiang Zhiyi’s feet. He struggled a few times but could not get up, and finally fell to the ground with his head up.
Jiang Zhiyi and others rushed forward and shouted: “Jinyu, Jinyu!”
Jiang Jinyu didn’t respond, spit out a mouthful of blood, and then passed out.
The Jianghu boss who was in charge of the overall situation shouted loudly: “Northern Martial Arts League, the 91st, South Martial Arts League, the 14th.”
Although the Hundred Years Tu won, the Northern Martial League only had nine spots left, while the Southern Martial League could still field 86 people. The gap was too big and the chances of winning were slim.
However, Baibai Tu did not dare to give the final result and pointed at the Southern Martial Alliance again: “Next!”
“Things started because of me, and they should end because of me!”
At this time, a figure flew up, and Jiang Mantang was ready to knock Baibai Tu off the ring again.
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Mantang heard quick footsteps,
Bai Baiantu rushed towards him, his footsteps landed on the ground, and he punched out: “Death!”
Not to be outdone, Jiang Mantang also pushed with both hands.
They collided like tigers and bison, and the winner was decided with just one move.
The fists and palms of both sides collided, and Jiang Mantang’s expression changed drastically. The current Hundred Years Massacre was a hundred times more tyrannical than the first Hundred Years Massacre.
He felt a huge mountain pressing down on him.
That kind of heaviness made people feel desperate. Jiang Mantang wanted to retreat, but was unable to move his steps. He wanted to seal it, but he couldn’t contain his fierce momentum.
The fist was brought down by the night wind, and the armor of Jiang Mantang’s arms shattered with a crack.
The fist came down and hit Jiang Mantang’s chest. Jiang Mantang spurted blood and fell out, falling to the edge of the ring.
“Jiang Mantang, defeated!”
Before Bai Bai Tu could make any move, Jiang Zhiyi immediately threw out a small white flag and took the initiative to declare Jiang Mantang’s defeat.
She didn’t know how Bai Baiitu became so powerful, but she knew that if Jiang Mantang didn’t admit defeat in time, he would die in the ring.
Several disciples of the Nanwu Alliance rushed to the ring and helped Jiang Mantang down with their fastest movements.
Since Jiang Mantang didn’t kill him for the first time in a century, Tu Nian didn’t pursue him, but bowed slightly.
Jiang Mantang wanted to struggle not to leave, to get back the winnings from the battle with the Hundred Years Tu, but the pain in his heart kept hitting his head.
This made him clearly understand that he would definitely die if he charged forward again, and he immediately left the ring in grief and anger.
There is no need to worry about having no firewood to burn the green hills, Jiang Mantang warned himself with these words.
“Northern Martial Arts League, ninety-one, Southern Martial Arts League fifteen.”
Although Jiang Mantang ended tragically, it didn’t cause much trouble for the Southern Martial Arts League. They still had 85 spots and a large number of masters who had not taken action.
But the Beiwu League is at the end of its tether!
Immediately, figures flew around, and ten masters from the Southern Martial Arts Alliance entered the ring.
When Zhao Qingqing saw this, he couldn’t help shouting to Ye Fan: “Master Ye, they committed a foul, using the crowd tactics.”
Ye Fan looked at the strength of both parties and said calmly: “They will always find a reason.”
At this time, Nangong Zhixia looked at Jiang Zhiyi not far away with a cold face and asked:
“President Jiang, according to the rules, isn’t it agreed that there will be no more than three people at a time? What do you mean by having ten people?”
Her red lips parted slightly: “Do you want to bully the minority?”
“President Nangong, you are serious!”
Before Jiang Zhiyi could respond, Song Shiyan shouted loudly:
“Tonight’s battle has come to an end, there is no need for both sides to delay!”
“You have ten spots left, so send out ten people directly, and we will also send out ten people here. Ten vs. Ten will be finished as soon as possible, and the dust will settle early.”
“Look, we didn’t intend to bully the minority, otherwise how could we directly attack ten people?”
The corner of Song Shiyan’s mouth curled up: “We still have eighty-five places. If we really want to bully the few, we will go directly to the eighty-five.”
Several big figures from the judging panel also nodded in unison: “I am indeed a bit tired, and there are only ten people left in the Northern Martial Arts League, let’s forget it together.”
Director Lei didn’t agree, but he didn’t object either. He disdained such small means, but he didn’t bother to speak out because it had no impact on him.
Nangong Zhixia straightened his body slightly, looked at Song Shiyan and the others and hummed:
“Stop pretending, don’t you just think that our camp has no good players, so if you try to join in, you will be cannon fodder. In the end, it will still be one out of ten…”
Nangong Zhixia’s eyes showed disdain: “You are really shameless with your intentions!”
She was angry, but her pretty face was still fearless, because she had already seen Ye Fan, the man who was enough to make her feel safe.
Song Shiyan laughed loudly: “That’s because your talents are withering, and it’s none of our football business…”
“Bang bang bang!”
Before he could finish his words, Bai Baiantu jumped up and crashed into the crowd like a cannonball.
Just hearing a series of loud noises, ten masters of the Southern Martial Arts League fell to the ground with a groan, their expressions were in pain, and blood spurted from their mouths and noses.
Bai Baiantu looked at Song Shiyan and sneered slightly: “It’s only ten, I can bear it…”
“You!”
Seeing this scene, Song Shiyan’s face turned ugly. He neither expected to be embarrassed nor expected that Bai Baiitu would be so domineering, so he immediately shouted:
“Pastor, destroy him!”
The golden-robed priest who had been sitting cross-legged suddenly opened his eyes and waved his left hand.
A scripture exploded instantly and flew towards the Centennial Massacre like snowflakes…
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