268 Why Not Kneel?
Liu Wenyuan had wanted to test his apprentice's judgment, but he didn't expect to attract so much resistance.
He immediately took a step forward and cupped his hands at the crowd.
"This is only my disciple's opinion. Perhaps it can't be compared to everyone's insight. I hope everyone can forgive us!"
At this moment, someone whispered a few words into Yan Mengtang's ear.
When Yan Mengtang looked at Liu Wenyuan again, his gaze became more serious.
"So you're Liu Wenyuan, the one who fought a bloody battle in Jiangdong?"
Liu Wenyuan cupped his fists at him. "Yes, I am."
Yan Mengtang nodded slightly.
"Although I admire your strength and character, your disciple has spoken arrogantly many times. If I don't punish him, it would be a little unreasonable, right? Just let him watch the battle from the audience stands outside."
Liu Wenyuan didn't give in. "The result is not out yet. How do you know my disciple is wrong?"
The moment he said that, he once again attracted the hatred of everyone present.
"What does he mean by that? Does he also think that Senior Brother Fang will lose?"
"Like disciple, like master. You're both short-sighted."
"I've heard of Liu Wenyuan's name before, but I'm greatly disappointed to see him today."
"I really doubt whether his bloody battle in Jiangdong was true or not.:
"I'm also a little suspicious. How could he defeat the experts of the Seven Kingdoms with such a level of vision?"
"I guess it's just rumors? It's really not as good as its reputation!"
Hearing the crowd's complaints about Liu Wenyuan...
Yan Mengtang also stared at him with some displeasure. "Mr. Liu, are you really going to risk your reputation for a child who speaks without thinking?"
Liu Wenyuan looked him in the eye. "I'm willing to take responsibility for my disciple's words. If Fang Yiming wins in the end, I'm willing to kneel down and apologize to everyone."
The originally excited crowd immediately fell silent.
Liu Wenyuan's bet was no small matter.
He had a certain reputation in the martial arts world.
If it wasn't for the fact that he had been living in seclusion for the past few years and didn't really care about the martial arts world...
His prestige would definitely be even higher.
Today, he was also qualified to sit on the sofa.
If such a person was willing to kneel and apologize to them, it would probably be worse than killing him.
What else could they say?
Yan Mengtang nodded. "Alright. If Fang Yiming is defeated, I'm willing to apologize to your disciple in public."
Liu Wenyuan turned his head to look at the ring and let out a long sigh.
"I wish Fang Yiming can win and restore the dignity of the Chinese martial arts world. If that's the case, why should I, Liu Wenyuan, not kneel?"
Everyone was moved.
They all turned their gazes back to the ring.
At this moment, Fang Yiming launched another round of attacks.
And it was even more intense than the last time.
But just like what Ye Feng had said...
The previous time, it was because Duan Jiangliu had underestimated his enemy that Fang Yiming managed to find a loophole.
At this moment, Duan Jiangliu was paying attention.
It was impossible for Fang Yiming to replicate his previous success.
The two of them had only exchanged two moves.
Fang Yiming was caught by Duan Jiangliu's weak point in his defense and was kicked in the chest.
Shua, shua, shua...
Fang Yiming took a few steps back.
He spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Ah..."
The audience that was originally cheering immediately exclaimed.
"Fang Yiming, be careful!"
"Don't worry. Fang Yiming is the number one genius in Zhonghai City. He won't lose."
"That's right. He was just careless just now. He'll immediately launch a counterattack."
"Japanese, wash your neck and die!"
Just as everyone was cheering...
Fang Yiming attacked again.
This time, it was even worse.
Just as he rushed up, before he could do anything, his defense was broken by Duan Jiangliu.
With a back throw, he landed heavily on the ground.
Pfft...
Fang Yiming spat out a mouthful of blood.
Duan Jiangliu didn't take the chance to attack either.
Instead, he looked down at him. "Admit defeat and I won't kill you."
Fang Yiming smiled.
He crawled up from the ground with difficulty.
"Again!"
After he finished speaking, he rushed toward Duan Jiangliu again.
Duan Jiangliu did not show any mercy.
He immediately kicked him.
It landed heavily on his face.
Fang Yiming drew an arc in the air and landed heavily on the ground.
He was dying.
Duan Jiangliu looked at him with a grave expression. "I really don't want to kill you. Just admit defeat."
The live audience couldn't take it anymore.
They all shouted.
"Stop fighting, just admit defeat."
"Yeah, if you continue, you'll die."
"Isn't it just a competition? A loss is a loss."
"That's right. As long as there's life, there's hope. Go back and practice. Come back for revenge in the future."
"Hurry up and admit defeat, I'm begging you."
Amidst the cheers of the crowd...
Fang Yiming struggled a few times.
He finally got up from the ground.
But he had no strength to stand up again.
He just knelt on the stage.
His originally delicate and pretty face had become distorted.
Blood mixed with saliva flowed out of his mouth.
"Again... Come!"
He stared at Duan Jiangliu and spoke weakly.
Duan Jiangliu's face revealed deep respect as he bowed slightly to him.
"You are a warrior worthy of respect. Fang Yiming, I will remember your name."
After he finished speaking, he directly smacked his head.
Pfft...
Fang Yiming spat out another mouthful of blood.
His gaze became unfocused.
Plop!
He fell onto the stage.
Blood flowed across the arena.
It was particularly eye-catching.
The No. 1 genius of the martial arts world in Zhonghai City had fallen.
This was the first Chinese martial artist to die in Duan Jiangliu's trip to China.
It was also the first time that he felt a sense of deep respect.
From Fang Yiming, Duan Jiangliu could see the glory of the martial dao that China once had.
But today...
This kind of glory had long become the afterglow of the setting sun.
For a martial artist like this, who was truly hot-blooded...
It was already a rare sight!
