"Xiao Fan is in trouble!" Hong Li also saw that something was wrong. The Vietnamese did not dodge and allowed Fan to beat him, but there was no reaction at all!
Hong Li had fought with Fan Qianqiang before, and he knew how heavy Fan Qianqiang's fist was.
Fan Jianqiang's expression became solemn, and at the same time, Director Qu's cell phone rang. Director Qu looked at the phone, immediately looked solemn, and walked aside.
"Hello, Minister Ji."
While Director Qu was answering the phone, Fan Qianqiang attacked the other party again. Fan Qianqiang was also furious. Even if you are a robot, I will crush your bones!
The Vietnamese also fought back, and Fan Jianqiang also lost interest in fighting with his moves. He exchanged punches with his opponent. You punch me, and I punch you! You kick me, and I kick you back.
One kick!
This is Fan Jianqiang's most disadvantaged style of fighting. With his clever moves, he can hit the opponent without the ability to fight back, but the opponent's punch will accelerate his physical consumption!
Physical strength! Only half percent left!
Director Qu hung up the phone and his face was so excited that he couldn't control himself.
Hong Li rushed to the edge of the ring and shouted loudly: "Xiao Fan, if you keep fighting like this, you will suffer a loss! Use the seventy-two moves!"
Fan Jianqiang reacted suddenly, stepped back, and said quickly: "President Hong, please apply for a half-hour break for me!"
Hong Li was startled. He couldn't see that Fan Jianqiang was in such a state that he needed to rest. He didn't know Fan Jianqiang's characteristics at all. However, since Fan Jianqiang shouted such words, he naturally didn't hesitate at all and immediately urged the translator to speak to him.
Referee application.
This is a normal and reasonable requirement. Let alone one minute of rest time in each round, even if there is only one minute of rest time in each game, Fan Qianqiang should have 47 minutes of rest time.
This is a reasonable use rule, but Fan Qianqiang has never mentioned this requirement.
The referee barely had a minute to think before calling a halftime break.
Fan Jianqiang breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that the referee would disagree. However, he still needed a separate space to recover.
"Let's negotiate with the referee. I need to resolve some physical and personal issues." Fan Jianqiang said directly to the interpreter.
Need to leave the ring? This was originally impossible to allow, but considering that this was a special game, the referee discussed it and approved it. Fan Qianqiang offered to let the organizer's referee follow him and randomly select a few
Reporters from the public media and some people from the national team will supervise, especially those from the Vietnamese team, to avoid being misunderstood as cheating.
The referee selected reporters from several different countries. Together with the Vietnamese team, reporters from several TV stations brought cameras and followed Fan Jianqiang all the way to the bathroom. In front of the camera, the referee first carefully checked
Make sure there is nothing suspicious and no prohibited items in the toilet compartment.
The moment Fan Jianqiang closed the door, he immediately entered the ancient wood elf territory, found Huang Wei, gave him simple and quick instructions, and immediately took him out of the outside world and asked him to pretend to be relieved. He then entered the island in the lake again.
, quickly took off his vest and pants, and jumped into the Washing Lake.
Huang Wei and Fan Jianqiang had cooperated like this at Ouyang's house. They were experienced and made "um" sounds from time to time. Several reporters from foreign media outside were looking at their cameras. The chief referee and two other referees were also present. The Vietnamese team
Team members from several other countries are also there.
Who would have thought that the person screaming in the toilet as if he was having diarrhea was no longer Fan Jianqiang himself!
Unless they have X-ray eyes!
Huang Wei hummed for a long time, feeling constipated. People outside covered their noses as if they had really smelled the stench.
For more than twenty minutes, Fan Jianqiang recovered to 85% of his physical strength in Xichen Lake. He immediately put on his clothes and returned to the outside world, sending Huang Wei back.
It wasn't until this moment that he let go of his hanging heart.
Pretending to pass on his pants and turning on the flush switch of the toilet, Fan Jianqiang walked out.
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Fan Jianqiang returned to the game like a star, and the camera was faithfully recording the entire boring process. This was for the sake of fairness in the game, but no one knew that Fan Jianqiang had cheated.
Director Qu didn't look calm. Seeing Fan Jianqiang return to the field, he left Hong Li behind and walked over, but was stopped by a referee.
Director Qu shouted: "Xiao Fan, are you sure you will win the championship? The police department just called and said that you have brought glory to the country. Don't be pressured. Even if you lose, it will be an honor even if you lose. Once you return to the country, you will be at the deputy bureau level."
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Fan Jianqiang was startled. He didn't expect that he just wanted to increase his combat experience, but he had such an unexpected gain. Even if he lost, he could still be promoted to deputy director level?! Damn it, I'm just rising to the top! Sit down.
No elevator can go up so fast!
Even if Fan Jianqiang is not pursuing fame and fortune, he can't help but smile. He was promoted to an official for no reason. Who can be unhappy?
Originally, this kind of thing should not be said at this time, but Director Qu couldn't hold it in. Fortunately, these words were captured so clearly by CCTV Sports Channel's cameras that everyone in the country heard them!
In an instant, people all over the country clapped their hands and cheered, and they were all excited! Online communities, post bars, and Weibo were already shocked!
One post was forwarded millions of times in an instant.
"Winning glory for the country, don't feel pressure! Long live the police department! Congratulations to Fan Yingxiong in advance!!!"
The Police Department was originally a special internal reward, but who knew it would become known to the whole country immediately, and it also won the unanimous support of the people across the country, which actually made the Minister of Discipline Inspection smile.
After the game, a senior high-ranking official called Minister Ji and really praised him!
Fan Jianqiang returned to the ring and said sorry to the other seven people except Vietnamese Nguyen Xiu Ku.
This time, he learned the lesson. After he calmed down, he honestly used the Crazy Seventy-two Styles to attack Ruan Xiugu. Although this method was a bit clumsy, he did not believe that this Vietnamese migrant worker could withstand it.
Continuous attack with 85% of his physical strength!
However, even after he continued to attack in a dizzying manner for more than ten minutes, Ruan Xiugu still didn't seem to have much reaction.
Damn it! Even if it is made of iron, it should be flattened! What kind of evil thing is this monkey playing? How is it possible!
Twenty percent of my physical strength has been exhausted. If this bastard keeps going like this, he can no longer use the toilet as an excuse!
Fan Qiangqiang was so evil that he thought of the elementary soul-transferring technique that he had never used before for the first time!
Now he only has 60% of his physical strength, and Fan Qianqiang doesn’t want to lose!
Behind the camera of the sports channel, people from all over China are probably watching!
Fan Jianqiang does not want to disappoint his compatriots!
It was you who forced me!
In the stormy attack, Fan Jianqiang used the primary soul-moving technique! No one noticed that there was something abnormal about this punch!
It was over in an instant!
Fan Jianqiang watched helplessly as a faint and thin outline suddenly peeled off from Ruan Xiugu's body and flew into a pillar of the ring!
At almost the same moment, Ruan Xiugu was suddenly blown away like a sandbag, rebounded on the cable and fell to the ring. He was motionless!
Everyone exclaimed.
Hold your breath.
The Chinese people in front of the TV have been tortured so much by this little strong brother who can't be beaten to death. They actually unanimously pray silently in front of the TV, hoping that he will die soon!
Fan Qianqiang still pretended to be ignorant of the situation and shouted loudly: "Get up! Don't pretend to be dead! Keep going! I don't believe how long you can hold on!"
The primary soul transfer technique, when hitting the opponent, exchanges the opponent's soul with a nearby object. The current situation is that Ruan Xiugu is equal to a ring pillar! Can he stand up?
Fan Jianqiang spent 50% of his energy on this! Now only 10% is left!
If there are still masters among the last seven opponents, then there is no need to fight anymore. It is really like what Director Qu said just now, even if you lose, it will be an honor.
Due to the special nature of the game, the on-site referee no longer had to count seconds, but after a while, Ruan Xiugu was still lying on the ring. If his eyes weren't still moving, he would have been thought to be dead.
The Vietnamese team realized something was wrong and hurriedly rushed forward. After some tossing, no one knew what the situation was like for Ruan Xiugu! He was not dead, but he didn't react! Was he beaten stupidly?
When Ruan Xiugu was removed from the ring and the organizer's doctor came to examine him, a Spanish player on the stage shook his head with a wry smile, said a few words to Fan Jianqiang, then bowed and got off the ring.
Immediately afterwards, other contestants also expressed something and left the stage one after another.
What do you mean? Stop fighting?
Then do I win?!
I only have the last 10% of my strength left! Fan Jianqiang was secretly happy, but his face pretended to be confused because he couldn't understand their language.
It wasn't until the on-site referee climbed over the cable with a look of disbelief on his face, walked up to Fan Jianqiang, grabbed his wrist, and lifted him up!
Fan Qianqiang finally breathed a sigh of relief.
I finally won?!
Hearing countless cheers and applause, Fan Jianqiang felt a little uneasy.
Although the Vietnamese had bad conduct, he was definitely not worthy of death, but he did whatever it took to win.
Fan Jianqiang suddenly felt that he was actually no more noble than the Vietnamese.
The applause and cheers around him, as well as Xu Caixi's endless excited shouts, seemed to be suddenly very far away from him, and Fan Qianqiang felt very heavy in his chest.
The members of the Vietnamese team nervously called Ruan Xiugu's name, and occasionally someone cast hateful and resentful looks at him. Fan Qiangqiang felt more and more guilty.
Under the leadership of Director Qu, the members of the Chinese representative team rushed onto the stage and cheered around Fan Jianqiang.
The whole of China was in a state of excitement, as if the national football team had entered the World Cup and entered the finals.
However, at this time, the cameras of the sports channel were still filming. I don't know how many people saw Fan Jianqiang's blank expression on his face. Then, he pushed everyone away and pulled the team translator towards the bottom of the ring.
He left, no one knew what he was going to do.
The camera hurriedly followed.
"Say sorry to them for me. I have no fists and no eyes. I feel very sad that something like this happened."
Immediately afterwards, Fan Jianqiang bowed deeply to all members of the Vietnamese team who were facing a formidable enemy.