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Chapter 704 As long as she wants, he will give it

The team doctor was applying hemostatic medicine to Fan Chen's right eye. He only looked at the amulet in his palm with his left eye. She didn't come, so it must not be intentional. He knew who she was. If he could arrive in time, why would he be absent? ?
I felt very uncomfortable, so uncomfortable that I couldn't even feel the pain from the wound. Seeing that the gauze to wipe his face was stained into blood-red balls, Fan Chen suddenly felt lucky. Forget it, it's better not to come, otherwise seeing him Looking so embarrassed, she might greet her opponent and his family on the spot.

The 1-minute break was fleeting, the coach took the amulet from Fan Chen's hand, and said: "Stinky boy, don't let everyone down."

Except for the contestants and referees, everyone left the octagonal cage. Fan Chen walked to the center without saying a word. The Korean contestant's face was swollen. Because of his nose injury, his entire face looked more terrifying than Fan Chen's.

Three rounds have passed, and the two have not yet decided a clear winner. There is only one move in mixed martial arts that can win them all, and that is to knock the opponent down with a punch and not stand up within five seconds. If there is no such a move to control the enemy The ability, the two will play five rounds, and then several referees will choose the final winner based on the comprehensive scores of the players' various strengths.

Now that both of them have exhausted more than half of their physical strength, the coach of the Korean player gave him instructions to let him entangle Fan Chen and prevent Fan Chen from standing up. Facing Fan Chen's fist, the Korean player would rather take two hard blows than rush over to hug Fan Chen and drag Fan Chen to fight on the ground.

Ground warfare pays attention to fighting and subduing. Cen Qinghe usually likes to fight with Shang Shaocheng. He can't beat her, so the two will fight together. As long as one person completely subdues the other for more than a certain number of seconds, The referee will decide that the leader wins.

Cen Qinghe has never seen Fan Chen fight on the ground, and he doesn't know how good his ground fighting skills are. Cai Xinyuan next to him is half-baked, and Jin Jiatong and Sun Xiaofei are even laymen. Cen Qinghe explained to them while watching.

"The dogfighting technique is very energy-intensive. If you are not careful, you will be caught by the opponent and counter-clamped, so you have to use your strength all the time."

Cai Xinyuan frowned and said, "Bangzi has never been willing to confront Fan Chen face to face. Is he better at fighting on the ground than Fan Chen?"

Cen Qinghe frowned, and said nervously: "I've never seen Fan Chen hit the ground before, but the ground with a stick must be better than standing, otherwise he wouldn't want to hit the ground."

While talking, everyone stared at the inside of the cage intently. The Korean players entangled with Fan Chen and fell to the ground. Professional players are not like ordinary people fighting on the street. Strong purpose, both attack and defense.

The two tall and strong men tensed every muscle in their bodies, and it was really a close hand-to-hand combat.

If this scene were in a normal moment, Cen Qinghe and Cai Xinyuan would definitely be eating melon seeds and chatting, talking about figure, face, and technology, but at this time the person in the cage is Fan Chen, and his beautiful bronze skin is covered with crystal sweat, the shadowless lamp shone down from the roof, glowing white.

Because they moved their positions, finally Cen Qinghe and the others could see Fan Chen's face. The handsome face that had just stood on the stage was already swollen, especially the right eyebrow, which was so swollen even the brow bone I can't see clearly.

Sun Xiaofei and Jin Jiatong couldn't bear it, they both stretched out their hands to cover their mouths, their eyes filled with distress.

Cen Qinghe watched with tears rolling in her eyes, and told herself ten thousand times in her heart that this is a game, it is a game, otherwise she was afraid that she would not be able to resist getting up and rushing forward, telling them not to fight anymore.

To the thousands of spectators in the arena, this game is like spending money to buy a thrilling and bloody performance. The harder the people on the stage beat, the louder the people in the audience shout.

Cai Xinyuan scratched her neck and shouted: "Fan Chen, kill him!"

"Mom's a fucking stick, she's too much of a bully..." Cai Xinyuan muttered under her breath.

Cen Qinghe didn't know what else he could do, except to shout Fan Chen's name together and cheer him up loudly.

5 minutes may only be enough for people to lose their minds, sing a song, and chat a few words of gossip. If you are introverted, the time will pass without even thinking about what to say.

Cen Qinghe always thought that 5 minutes was a very short time, but she saw Fan Chen and others have been tearing on the ground, the wound on his face burst open under the force, bloody and bloody, and the white ground was bright red from rubbing against each other. Faster, faster.

She doesn't care about winning or losing anymore, I believe that if Shen Yuhan is here, what she cares about is definitely not the gold belt, but Fan Chen.

Fan Chen's face was covered with blood, his right eye was blocked by blood, and he couldn't see clearly, his left eye was soaked in sweat again, so astringent that he dared not open it, he was fighting with his opponent almost blindly, and the opponent was in the process of restraining him. During the game, he kept trying to hit Fan Chen's face with his elbow, but Fan Chen tried his best to avoid it, because a professional player's elbow can often completely crush an opponent with one blow.

He didn't want to lose, because Shen Yuhan didn't want him to lose, she said that the golden belt was very beautiful, and it was enough to show off at home until old age.

When he was old, Fan Chen always wanted to follow Shen Yuhan from blue hair to white hair, even though such thoughts are rare for people of his age, he really thought so.

If he loses, Shen Yuhan will be disappointed, right?

Thinking, he gritted his teeth and tried his best, every inch of muscle in his body was tensed and expanded, he didn't care that the wound on his face burst open again, and he didn't care that the muscles were so painful, he didn't even care about reputation interests, because he cared, It was never just her.

As long as she wanted it, he would give it to her with all his might.

The Korean player is good at ground fighting. The coach gave him instructions to hold Fan Chen and let the opponent exhaust his energy. He did the same thing, but he didn't know how strong Fan Chen's willpower was. In the state of pincers, he would rather hurt his arm than cut off the gecko's tail to seek a way out.

From Cen Qinghe's point of view, she clearly saw how Fan Chen pulled his arm out of the opponent's arms, and there were nervous and excited shouts in the stands, because after Fan Chen got out of trouble, he used amazing willpower to counterattack and attack. Riding above the opponent's waist occupies the absolute dominance. At this time, the opponent can only protect his face with his arms in order to protect his weakness to the maximum extent.

Fan Chen's left arm was injured and he couldn't use his strength. He used the elbow of his right arm as a knife, and chopped the gap between the Korean contestant's arms vertically. bright red.

Finally, both arms were split open by hard elbows, revealing the Korean contestant's face swollen into a pig's head. Fan Chen clenched his fist with his right hand and thumped down hard. Each blow was ruthless enough to kill the opponent.

At this time, the enemy is not dead, he is dead.

The inside of the octagonal cage seems to have become an arena of ancient Rome. The upper bodies of the two men were covered with scars and sweat. Can't stop getting up and shouting.

Cen Qinghe covered her mouth with her hand, she didn't know whether to shout for cheer or what, the tip of her nose was sore, and her vision was blurred, she quickly reached out to wipe away her tears, for fear of missing something accidentally.

Under this absolutely overwhelming attack, the referee will stop it in time according to the situation of the player being beaten.

Fan Chen was pulled up from the opponent by the referee. He was completely exhausted, his hands were hanging by his sides, his fists were covered with blood, whether it was his own or the opponent's.

The Korean player fell to the ground, and the referee squatted beside him. He seemed to say something, but there was no reaction. Immediately afterwards, the medical team rushed to the stage. It seemed that the Korean player was seriously injured.

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Fan Chen won this match.

Some people cheered and others jumped for joy, Cai Xinyuan jumped on the spot excitedly, and Cen Qinghe was also happy, but the tears shed were mixed with joy and sadness. It turned out that the price of winning was too high.

The South Korean player was lying on the ground receiving treatment, and he stood up after a while. He had a hemostatic gauze on his face, and the rest of the blood had been cleaned up. On the contrary, it was Fan Chen. He just picked up the towel thrown in by the assistant outside the cage, and wiped it casually, and the white towel was bright red.

The referee stood between the two of them, and the voice in the stands gradually died down, because the referee's seat would announce the final result soon.

When the winner's name read the word Fan Chen, the referee raised Fan Chen's right arm, Cen Qinghe covered his face and wept with joy, and the women around him all cried. recognized.

The golden belt, the highest honor in the fighting world, was carried up by two beauties. It is customary for Fan Chen's coach, sparring partner and the whole team to come on stage to receive the honor.

Fan Chen was embraced and kissed on the forehead by many people. In the confusion, he saw the amulet that the coach had been holding in his hand. He couldn't lift his left arm, so he took it with his right hand and put it on his neck.

The host handed him the microphone, smiled and asked him to give a speech on winning the championship.

The previous champions all said thanks to the coach, family, team and so on.

But when he came to Fan Chen, he was wearing a golden belt of supreme honor, holding a microphone, and facing Cen Qinghe.

The few people in the audience were all standing, and his eyes fell on the lonely seat through the cage net, one second, two seconds, three seconds...

In the huge arena, almost no one spoke, everyone was waiting for the champion to speak, but after a long time, Fan Chen's world seemed to be still, he just stared at it, his swollen right eye narrowed , I can't tell whether it is open or closed, but the left eye is very bright and pure, filled with tears, like a deer in the mountains.

The hand holding the microphone trembled uncontrollably. Fan Chen didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, but suddenly closed his left eye, and just like this, in front of thousands of people, let the hot tears pour out one drop after another.

At this moment, Cen Qinghe couldn't bear it and stretched out his hand to cover his mouth. Fan Chen cried like a helpless child on the stage, so what if he won the championship?The person he wanted to show off the most was not there.

(End of this chapter)