Wang Long, a deservedly renowned Sanshou champion, exhibited intimidating ferocity, earning loud cheers from the audience.
"Good! Kill the bitch!"
"Kill the Korean stick, let him know how tough we are!"
"Finish off the bloody dog!"
"Wang Long, I love you, I want to have your babies... I mean, monkeys..."
The audience was staunchly behind Wang Long, but their disappointment came quickly!
As Wang Long lunged forward, before his fist could even make contact with Li Chengchao's body, he bizarrely flew backward at an even greater speed, tumbling seven or eight meters away.
Landing heavily on the ground, he coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood.
A crimson blood sword flew more than a meter away, leaving a bright red trail on the ground, and his whole body slumped over, lifeless.
Silence!
The arena fell into a deathly hush!
Online viewers were as quiet as choked chickens, speechless.
"Wang Long, what's happened to you?"
