Chapter 310 - Oof, It Hurts (1/2)

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!”