249: C249 He Would Not Surrender Until He Died!

C249 He Would Not Surrender Until He Died!

Yang Huaiyuan's shaking strength had reached a very high level. He had once performed it on the television station, with both arms stretched out. The four young men on one side used all their strength to press on his arms, one shaking and the other shaking. The eight of them were all shaken off and fell three meters away.

Ye Fei was no exception. It was as if he was hit by a bulldozer. The center of gravity of his body was shaken by Yang Huaiyuan. His whole body flew out of the ring like a cloud riding on fog.

Judging from his posture, Ye Fei would definitely fly out of the arena.

Yang Huaiyuan also heaved a long sigh of relief. It seemed like he was going to win this time!

"Ya!"

Seeing Ye Fei fly backwards in the air, the audience all cried out in surprise.

Zhong Mei stood up nervously and put her palms together, as if she was praying for a miracle to happen.

On Yuan Chen's face, there was a mocking smile. Even an outsider like him could see that Ye Fei would definitely lose if he landed outside the arena.

But at this moment, a strange change occurred.

In the air, Ye Fei's body trembled, and he straightened his body like a javelin. Then he suddenly turned around and hugged his knees tightly, like a diving athlete jumping into the water. Then, his body stretched out again, and his arms spread out. It was like a big bird flying.

It was undoubtedly very difficult to make such a complicated series of movements in the air, and the result of this series of strange movements also caused Ye Fei's center of gravity to shift again.

Ye Fei originally flew out like a parabola, but when he flew to the highest point of the parabola, he actually fell straight down.

This was the ultimate technique of the Swallow Sect, Yan Luo.

That year, when the swallow Lee San saw the swallow flying in the wind and rain, he completely ignored the wind and rain in front of him, and only created this skill because he had a feeling about it. It could be said that this was the ultimate skill of the Swallow Sect, and its difficulty was not any lower than the swallow's Three Strikes of Water.

Bang!

Ye Fei's feet landed steadily on the ground, and his heels just happened to step on the boundary of the arena. He did not fall out.

However, a stream of dark red blood flowed out from the corner of Ye Fei's mouth.

After fighting with Yang Huaiyuan, Ye Fei's internal organs had suffered quite a lot of internal injuries. Moreover, he barely used the ultimate move of "Yan Luo," which also injured his muscles.

Even so, Ye Fei still stood firmly on the arena and did not fall down.

"Young man, your Light-body Technique is very handsome. However, you are no longer a match for me. If you continue to fight, your body will be crippled, and your life will be in danger. "

Yang Huaiyuan's eyes were sharp, and his eyes were shining brightly. He said faintly.

"You want me to surrender?"

Ye Fei saw that the other party did not attack him forcefully, so he took this opportunity to secretly adjust his breathing to adjust the disordered Qi in his body.

"That's right. You are still young, there is no need to destroy your future for your momentary courage."

Yang Huaiyuan placed his hands behind his back and said slowly.

"I am sorry. I do not have the habit of surrendering. If you have the ability, beat me down and make me admit defeat."

Ye Fei also knew that if he continued to fight, the chances of him winning would be very small. Yang Huaiyuan was indeed worthy of being called a grandmaster. The difference between his understanding of martial arts and his was just too great.

Even so, Ye Fei would never surrender.

This was related to the dignity of a soldier.

The motto of Falcon Team was "never surrender until death."

This was also the main reason why Ye Fei believed that Liu Han would not surrender.

"You really won't surrender? Then don't blame me!"

Yang Huaiyuan's expression was somewhat gloomy.

Ye Fei did not answer. His eyes were firm. He lowered his waist and tied his horse up. His hands were like hooks as he made a hand gesture with the Eagle Claw Arts. He was ready to experience Yang Huaiyuan's powerful move once again.

At this time, Yang Huaiyuan suddenly sighed and placed his hands behind his back. He slowly walked to the edge of the arena. When almost everyone thought that Yang Huaiyuan was going to use some strange move, he took a step forward and jumped out of the arena. He stood firmly outside the arena.

In an instant, the whole place was silent.

Everyone was stunned by Yang Huaiyuan's sudden actions. After a long while, the judge on the arena was the first to react. He raised Ye Fei's hand and announced, "Winner, contestant 288."

Wow!

At this moment, everyone seemed to have woken up from a dream and burst into loud noises.

"Grandmaster Yang Huaiyuan lost? He took the initiative to challenge the arena? What's going on?"

"Ye Fei won! My god! Ye Fei actually defeated Yang Huaiyuan, a grandmaster! How is this possible?!"

"This is too surprising. Could it be that Yang Huaiyuan felt that he couldn't win? Why did he admit defeat? I don't understand, I really don't understand."

"Impossible. Look at Ye Fei's face. His face is as pale as a sheet of paper. He is obviously at the end of his rope. If he continues fighting, he will definitely lose. It was Yang Huaiyuan who admitted defeat."

"The key is why Yang Huaiyuan did that. He is a grandmaster, but he lost to a junior today. Regardless of whether he did it on purpose or not, this concerned his face! "

Everyone was guessing, not knowing why Yang Huaiyuan did that. Everyone had different opinions, and no one could guess the real reason.

On the arena, Ye Fei also rubbed his head, looking at Yang Huaiyuan's back as he left. His heart was filled with confusion. As the person involved, he also could not understand why this old man would do this.

Yang Huaiyuan did not say anything. He put his hands behind his back and took a square step. He walked to the lounge, picked up the tea bowl, and slowly drank the tea.

In a short while, Yuan Chen rushed in with his men, flustered and exasperated.

Yuan Chen pointed at Yang Huaiyuan's nose and cursed, "Old thing, you fought well. You clearly had the upper hand. Why did you suddenly admit defeat?"

Yang Huaiyuan's disciples surrounded him and glared at Yuan Chen. "Who are you? How dare you insult my master? Are you asking for a beating?"

"This is Yuan Chen from the Martial Arts Association, Chairman Yuan."

The middle-aged man behind Yuan Chen stood up and blocked Yuan Chen's way. He said coldly, "If you dare to touch even a hair of President Yuan, I believe you can't even open your dojo."

President of the Martial Arts Association!

Hearing this title, Yang Huaiyuan's disciples did not dare to move. They all looked at him, waiting for their master to make a decision.

"There is no hero in this world. I am going to make a name for myself."

Yang Huaiyuan smiled and put down the teacup. He looked at Yuan Chen and said, "You are the one who arranged for me to fight with Number 288. I have already done it."

"Do it my ass! You are obviously going to win, so why did you admit defeat? You are already so old. Are you so shameless? "

Yuan Chen was already cursing.

"Admit defeat? If I don't admit defeat, what can I do? Could it be that I'll beat that kid to death on the arena? "

Yang Huaiyuan gave Yuan Chen a sideways glance. His self-restraint was extremely good. If it was any other ordinary martial artist, they would have been angry a long time ago.

"So what if I beat him to death? Fists and kicks have no eyes. All of you have already signed a life and death contract on the stage. Even if I beat him to death, I will not hold you responsible."0

Yuan Chen shouted loudly.

"Beating someone to death on the stage, of course it is not a big deal. The problem was, who was the one who was beaten to death? I can't do anything to that kid, Number 288 just now. He's only twenty years old, and he's already evenly matched with me. If it wasn't because his strength wasn't pure enough, even I wouldn't be a match for him. If I beat him to death or cripple him, then I will be a sinner of Martial Arts Realm. My spine will be stabbed for the rest of my life. "

Yang Huaiyuan coughed heavily. It turned out that he loved talents.

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