The fathers of those people your son beat back then are here, all here!

Are you not afraid of causing public outrage when you say such things now?

Meng Chaojun ignored them completely, and all the previous depression dissipated at once.

On the stage, Lu Ping was restrained by Meng Xinian's elbow on his neck, his neck tendons were violent, staring at Meng Xinian, and said in a deep voice: "Your injury is fake?"

Otherwise, how could he still move so fast!

Meng Xinian snorted coldly, "Are you going to make all kinds of excuses if you lose?"

"Who said I lost!" Lu Ping struggled to get rid of him, and the two fought again.

Their punches are fast, and you can even hear them from the closest distance off the stage.

The contest between the masters is exciting.

Lu Ping's performance in the last session was already amazing, and now against Shang Meng in the past, the confrontation between the two is even more exciting.

However, only those who have a heart can see that Lu Ping's greetings are all greeted by the right leg of the past Meng.

In the audience, Zhao Xin and the others were so angry that their eyes were about to pop out.

"Shameless, I didn't expect Lu Ping to be such a person!"

"yes, that's ruthless!"

"Team Meng has avoided it again! Team Meng is simply mighty!"

"Bang! Meng team scores in one move!" someone even began to explain. Where is there a move to score? It's a rough and direct game, whoever knocks the person down.

If anyone is very resistant to fighting, no matter how hard they fight, it is possible to win.

It's just that it's going to win and it's more unconvincing.

"Meng Qiannian! You are only in your early twenties, and you still have a chance in the next session!" In another stalemate, Lu Ping gritted his teeth and whispered to Meng Qiannian: "I am already twenty-seven! There is no chance for the next session!"

Meng Xiannian felt ridiculous, "You mean, let me let you?"

A trace of embarrassment flashed on Lu Ping's face, and when Meng was talking back, he kicked his right leg again.

"I'm not happy to let you win!"

Meng Xinian said, his legs crutched, swept him, and directly swept him to the ground.

The tall and sturdy Lu Ping fell to the ground with a bang, and he wanted to jump up, but Meng had already smashed his fist into his chest.

No one could see the power of this punch.

The punch stopped just two centimeters from his chest.

According to the rules, this can be regarded as Meng Xinian's victory.

Your comrades-in-arms can't take it seriously.

However, no one shouted to stop.

No one shouted the end.

Lu Ping jumped off the ground in an instant, and slammed his head into Meng Xinian, who was already waiting to stop.

"Foul! There is no such thing! Lu Ping has already lost!"

Someone shouted.

Gao Wei raised his voice and said, "Who said Lu Ping lost?"

"If Meng Xiannian's punch just now really hits, Lu Ping will have to vomit blood!"

"Just kidding, how do you know that Meng Xian's punch has so much power? Maybe his soft punch has no strength? That can't just let Lu Ping lose so unjustly!"

In the quarrel in the audience, Meng Xinian's eyes were already sharp, his hand was on the ground, and he quickly flipped back, and immediately avoided Lu Ping's collision.

Then his upper body was still on the ground, and his long legs had already kicked hard at Lu Ping, who had just jumped up.

Lu Ping didn't expect that his movements would be so coherent, and his attacks would be so fast and accurate, and he was kicked to the ground again.

Meng jumped up, and this time, he smashed his fist at him again.