Wang Duo is also a former professional martial arts athlete and knows what it means to be cornered in the ring.

Ye Jin defeated eight people, his physical strength has reached the limit, and if he falls into the disadvantage at this time, there is basically no possibility of turning the tables.

It can be said that there is a risk for Ye Jin to stay on stage for a second now.

However, the next moment, when Wang Duo was struggling with whether to make a choice for Ye Jin, he felt that the white towel in his hand was being ripped away in an instant, and then he saw Wang Wending's back running frantically towards the ring.

Wang Wending yelled as he ran: "We admit defeat...... We don't fight ......."

Wang Duo's mouth moved, and then he suddenly slapped himself hard.

The spectators in the stands also saw Wang Wending waving a white towel, and their expressions darkened.

It's just a little bit close!

However, the audience watched that Ye Jin on the stage had already grabbed the rope to prevent himself from falling, and they also knew that this kid who looked like he was only in his teens had done his best.

If you come on, you get stuck in your throat, but you can't shout anything.

If you continue to fight, I'm afraid you're going to die!

"We throw in the towel...... We throw in the towel......"

Ye Jin gradually fell into a chaotic mind, and a word kept coming to him that he didn't expect the most.

Lose...... Lose...... Lose......

No......

Ye Jin gritted his teeth and opened his swollen eyes that had been beaten.

In just twenty meters, Wang Wending fell twice, and finally came to the edge of the ring, suddenly raised the white towel in his hand, and threw it towards the ring.

It's just that just when the white towel was about to fall on the stage, an accident suddenly happened!

"Brush!"

One foot kicks out of thin air and picks the white towel into the air.

The white towel, which symbolizes "surrender", floated off the sidelines.

All the audience looked at this scene in amazement, and their expressions became complicated.

It was none other than Ye Jin, who was crumbling and would fall down at any time.

Wang Wending was stunned for a moment, trembling with anger, pointing at Ye Jin and saying angrily: "What are you going to do, do you want to die on the stage!"

Ye Jin only turned a deaf ear.

Wang Wen stomped his feet angrily, and said in a softened tone: "I know you are so strong, you want face, now admitting defeat is to make you unable to get off the stage, you don't have to worry about this, the towel was thrown by me, it was on my head, I made my own opinion, you can fight until now, the face that should be fought for has also been fought, no shame!"

Ye Jin still didn't respond.

Wang Wending looked at the obsessed Ye Jin, and the anger in his heart erupted irrepressibly: "What do you want!! what do you insist on!

On the martial arts field, Wang Wending's roar was endless for a long time.

"Stop fighting!"

"Stop!"

"Enough, young man, no one will look down on you!"

The silent spectators in the stands couldn't bear to watch any longer, and they opened their mouths to persuade one after another.

It was the same group of people who had angrily scolded the students of Qinjiang Martial Arts School who had admitted defeat not long ago.

People's hearts have rods and scales, and Ye Jin's tenacity and courage have made people begin to pay respect.

"It's not face, it's dignity! Lao Tzu's fucking death is not a traitor!!"

The corners of Ye Jin's mouth were cracked, and he roared hoarsely.

Not only his dignity, but also the dignity of being born as a Chinese person!

It's okay to lose to others, but it's not okay to lose to Yingdao people, let alone surrender to Yingdao people!

Think twice, there is always something you don't want to think!

People can endure it, but there will be one that can't bear it!

There is some hatred that can never be forgotten!

The descendants who have bred in this land sprinkled with the blood of martyrs will never be worthy of forgiveness for the ancestors who died defending the country!

Ye Jin has his stubbornness and persistence.

Shouldn't the angry youth do what the angry youth should do!

Not a face!

It's dignity!

Death is not a traitor!

Ye Jin's roar echoed in the sky above the entire martial arts arena.

The expression on Wang Wending's face froze instantly.

The spectators in the stands also became more and more silent.

The name of Zhongying's martial arts competition already had some subtle smells from the beginning.

Although it is propaganda for friendly exchanges, it is impossible not to carry some national complexes.

In other words, this eighteen-year-old young man on stage is not just fighting for himself.

"Get up...... Those who do not want to be slaves, ...... with our flesh and blood"

The silence was abruptly broken by a high-pitched song.

Wang Wending was shocked, looked back suddenly, and saw Hu Longqi pulling down the national flag planted on the lawn of the rest area at this time, waving it vigorously and shouting the national anthem loudly.

Right!

It's a roar!

Hu Longqi shouted out every national anthem with all his strength, as if he wanted to squeeze every breath out of his lungs.

The wild, heroic, and out-of-tune national anthem will pluck the hearts of all the Chinese people present at this moment.

"People who rise up and do not want to be slaves......"

The students in the rest area glanced at each other, ran to the lawn, pulled up the colorful flags planted on the ground, and stood behind the Hu Long flag and shook it.

The audience in the audience also stood up one by one.

Lin Anhong and Liu Dongliang also stood up.

Huang Jingtang also stood up with the table propped up.

"Get up ......"

"Get up ......"

"Get up ......"

An inexplicable emotion seems to have been ignited.

The Chinese people present, whether they were men, women, or children, all felt that there was a fire burning in their hearts, and they just wanted to vent it fiercely.

The voices from all directions began to converge into a raging torrent.

Unity is strength!

The national anthem is like thunder!

Ye Jin quietly listened to the chorus of thousands of people, and an inexplicable power gradually grew in his heart.

Ye Jin suddenly opened his swollen eyes, which had been beaten, and felt that his numb arm was filled with strength again, and his lead-heavy thighs also became lighter, and he suddenly roared: "Kill ......"

Samsung hammer!

A punch was blasted out, like a gun coming out of the chamber, and it hit the face of Kitayama Daiji with unparalleled power.

The Great Temple of Beishan, which was already approaching exhaustion, was directly hit by this punch and was bleeding from his nose and mouth, and lay down.

Haruko Takayama's blow knife slashed at Ye Jin's ribs.

"Boom!"

Ye Jin's bones were finally overwhelmed and broken.

However, the next moment, Takayama Haruko found that Ye Jin didn't seem to be affected by the pain of the fracture and rupture, and attacked her.

Samsung hammer!

Raindrops of fists poured desperately on Haruko Takayama's face, head, and chest.

Takayama Haruko under Ye Jin's fist is like a rag doll, completely unable to be herself.

"Click!"

"Click!"

"Click!"

Countless crisp sounds came out, and Su Wei and Wang Wending, who listened to it, were sore in their teeth.

"Ye Jin began to fight back, and launched a Jedi counterattack after falling to the wind, don't give Takayama Haruko any chance! Takayama Haruko is knocked down! Takayama Haruko is knocked down! Knocked down!"

"Great Chinese youth!"

"He inherited the glorious tradition of the Chinese nation's indomitable and tenacious fighting!"

"Ye Jin alone represents the long history and tradition of the Chinese nation, and at this moment he is not fighting alone!

Huang Jingtang seemed to be enchanted, his whole body trembled, and his excitement made him irrepressibly remind him of the commentary of a famous sports commentator of CCTV back then, so he quoted it directly.

This is not only Ye Jin's victory! It is also the pinnacle of Huang Jingtang's lifelong commentary career!

He had never felt that commenting on a game could be so enjoyable!

At this moment, what professionalism and what virtue and respect have all been left behind by him, and at this moment he wants to crown this young man standing on the stage!

Huang Jingtang finally understood the mood of the commentator at this moment.

A commentator, for a lifetime, can explain a game with such passion, no matter what the consequences are, it is worth it!

The audience also exploded!

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

At this time, Panasonic, who had been leaning against Ye Jin all the time, somehow came to his senses and walked towards Ye Jin step by step.

Wang Wending was shocked and yelled: "Be careful behind your back!"

The audience also saw this scene and reminded them one after another.

"And one more!"

"Behind the scenes!"

"Hurry up and turn back!"

Ye Jin seemed to realize something, and suddenly looked back, staring at Panasonic with blood-red eyes.

Matsushita Yeliang was struck by lightning, and under Ye Jin's gaze, he trembled violently, and then howled miserably, and ran directly towards the ring.

The corners of Ye Jin's mouth hooked up a smile.

Crash down!