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"Fuck, that's awesome. I didn't expect Ding Xiu to be a master of sumo wrestling."

"Na Ren weighs more than 200 pounds, and Ding Xiu weighs more than 100 pounds. With such a huge difference in physique, he was thrown out."

"I won't watch the sumo wrestling event in next year's Olympics without Ding Xiu."

"Whoever tells me that Ding Xiu is a showman in the future, I will be the first to get angry with him."

"This money is not wasted."

In just the first round of the fight, Ding Xiu's four-two moves made the audience's eyes brighten and they were hooked.

Some of them started shouting, beat him to death, beat him to death.

Ding Xiu's lips twitched as he wanted to send him in.

On the ground, Naren had already gotten up. He didn't fall very far. He was right on the sideline and did not fall off the ring. This time, his expression was particularly solemn. As he breathed and breathed, his eyes began to become fierce.

"Dong dong dong!"

With big steps under his feet, he rushed to Ding Xiu again in the blink of an eye.

Still the same as the last round, he put his hands on Ding Xiu's shoulders, trying to push him away.

Of course, Ding Xiu, who had been prepared for a long time, could not be succeeded by him. He leaned forward and his feet moved forward and backward, forming a solid triangle with his upper body. Every time Na Ren pushed him to move a little, he needed to double his strength.

After just moving one meter forward, Naren stopped fighting.

If he continues to fight like this, he will consume too much physical strength. If Ding Xiu finds a flaw in the middle, he may not be able to fight back.

"ha!"

With a loud shout, Naren moved his hands under Ding Xiu's ribs, lifted him up, then spun his body and threw him away.

This scene made the audience exclaim in shock, and some of them covered their mouths and stood up.

For someone of Na Ren's size, it was not easy for someone who lost more than 100 kilograms.

The imagined scene of Ding Xiu being thrown off the stage did not appear. Ding Xiu grabbed Na Ren's arm with both hands and refused to let go. He spun around in the air several times.

With more than a hundred kilograms of people hanging on his body, even Naren couldn't bear to keep spinning in circles. Gritting his teeth, he increased his strength and shook it violently.

No matter how tightly Ding Xiu hangs on, he will definitely fly out this time.

Knowing that he couldn't hold on this time, Ding Xiu didn't insist. The moment he felt the change in Naren's strength, he let go, first with his left hand.

As soon as he released his left hand, his body's center of gravity dropped. His feet touched the ground and began to slide on the ground, constantly using friction to reduce the inertia brought by Naren.

The moment Naren was about to give it a try, he let go and slid out several meters.

Before Naren could take a breath, he rushed forward again, reaching forward with his arm to grab Naren's hand.

Na Ren quickly dodged and reached towards Ding Xiu with his other hand.

The two fought for several rounds in the blink of an eye.

Finally, Ding Xiu hugged Na Ren's waist first, lifted him up, and hugged him again.

The audience cheered.

But this level of damage was no different to Naren than being scratched. Soon, he found Ding Xiu's flaw again, and he made a farewell during the fight.

Locking Ding Xiu with his upper body, he stepped on the ground between his feet with his left foot and turned his body slightly.

The road ahead was blocked, and seeing Ding Xiu about to fall, the audience's hearts were in their throats. As a result, Ding Xiu took a step forward, caught Na Ren's outstretched leg with his back foot, pushed his upper body forward, hooked his foot upward, and Na Ren fell. fall.

"Bah bang bang!"

"good!"

"Good fall!"

Several times in a row, Ding Xiu used his skills to knock down Na Ren. He used the four ounces and a thousand pounds with great skill, leaving everyone stunned.

Naren couldn't stand it anymore. He had never suffered such a loss in wrestling.

Ding Xiu used all techniques and no strength at all.

"Brother Xiu, you have good skills. How about we do something hard."

Panting, Naren said.

Every punch hit the cotton. This feeling was so uncomfortable that he couldn't bear it. If Ding Xiu kept playing like this, he would die of suffocation.

Ding Xiu smiled and said, "Okay, actually my wrestling is pretty good."

This time, the two changed tactics at the same time.

Ding Xiu stepped forward to catch him, but Na Ren raised his hand to block. Ding Xiu grabbed his wrist, bent down and passed through his waist, then went around behind him. He locked Na Ren's neck with his other hand and pressed hard.

Naren was forced to kneel down on one knee.

A sweep of his right leg forced Ding Xiu to retreat. He stood up again and moved his aching shoulder.

Without a word of nonsense, the battle started again, with the same grip, the two of them opened and closed, and their bodies collided again after a few rounds.

This time, Ding Xiu still grabbed Naren first, using the same arm-piercing attack as last time, but the attack method changed.

Ding Xiu stopped halfway through wearing it, put his feet into a horse stance, grabbed Naren's arm with one hand, stood up and pushed his shoulders up, reached down with the other hand, and grabbed Naren's leg.

With a soft drink, Overlord lifted the cauldron and picked up Na Ren.

After spinning around with his feet, he didn't throw it out hard, but pushed lightly with his palms and threw Naren on the side rope.

Ding Xiu originally thought Naren would admit defeat after realizing the gap between the two.

But the fire in Naren's eyes was even more intense.

"Brother Xiu, that's not how the rules of the game work. Either I admit defeat, or you fall so hard that I can't stand up. I won't admit defeat if you do this."

In their hometown, convincing people with virtue did not exist.

Since the intention is to win or lose, the only way is to subdue one party and make the other party admit defeat by letting go, which is impossible.

Seeing his enthusiasm, Ding Xiu moved his neck. The muscles all over his body became more compact with the movement, and fine sweat flowed down his neck.

"Okay, then I'll give in, but don't cry."

Next, everyone saw what wrestling violence is.

Clamp your arms and sweep your waist!

Throw over your back!

Sweep your waist!

Kneel down!

Throw through your legs!

Over-the-shoulder throw!

Hug your legs and throw them down!

Back on your back!

Fishing waist and falling!

On the ring, there was only the sound of banging and banging.

After every fall, Naren would stand up, but the more times he was thrown, the slower it took to stand up.

His nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and there was blood all over the floor.

In the end, Ding Xiu was thrown by a wild bear, but Na Ren didn't stand up again.

Lying on the ground motionless, his mouth opened and closed, making it difficult to hear what he was saying.

Ding Xiu said to referee Zhang Wei: "He said he gave up."

Zhang Wei was stunned for a second, nodded and blew the whistle: "Na Ren admits defeat, Ding Xiu wins!"

After saying that, he quickly checked Naren's body. His eyes were rolling and his nostrils were bleeding. When he opened his mouth, he could see the smell of blood. Fortunately, he was still breathing.

He touched the bones. When he touched the ribs, back bones, and shoulder blades, Naren gasped and almost got up from the pain.

Zhang Wei's head was full of black lines: "You said your kid knows it hurts, why didn't you just admit defeat earlier, why are you holding on so hard?"

Two lines of clear tears flowed down the corners of his eyes. Naren slowly opened his eyes and choked up: "I stood up several times just to admit defeat. He was unreasonable and threw me down before I could speak."

"Every time I stand up, he falls down. Every time I stand up, he falls down."

Zhang Wei: "..."

"Then you don't have to get up. Just lie down on the ground and wait for me to count down the seconds. When the time is up, you will give up."

Naren: "I can't swallow this breath. I just want to see if he can throw me to death."

"You deserve it!"

…

Naren was carried off, and the intermission was skipped.

When they learned that Ding Xiu didn't want to rest and wanted to fight the next opponent, the audience cheered again.

"Teacher Ding, don't you really need to rest?"

Referee Zhang Wei asked uncertainly, but his tone was full of doubts, meaning that Ding Xiu should take a rest and stop pretending.

It was impossible to say he wasn't tired after holding Naren's weight of more than 200 kilograms and pounding it around. The sweat all over his body and the panting chest were proof.

The next opponent is Barron. If you are not careful, you will capsize in the gutter.

Ding Xiu took a sip of the mineral water and leaned on the side rope and shook his head: "No, the first half is just for the warm-up. Chuan Wu is not like wrestling. It won't take that long. Just call people up."

Wrestling does take a lot of energy, but Chuanwu is different. The winner can be determined in a few rounds. There is no such thing as a three-day and three-night battle.

It can be seen from the previous games that the longest one did not exceed three minutes, and the fastest one was just one move.

"Okay, then I'll let the players prepare."

Zhang Wei gave Barron time to prepare, which actually gave Ding Xiu time to recover.

This preparation took more than twenty minutes.

The audience in the live broadcast room watched more than 20 minutes of commercials.

Fortunately, there were cheerleaders who came out to dance and lighten the atmosphere. All the beauties with long legs and bikinis were very eye-catching.

In the middle, the host also interviewed several martial arts celebrities on the referee's bench and asked them their opinions on Ding Xiu. They all said that Ding Xiu is the future of the martial arts and his future is limitless.

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