Chapter 1007

Wang An lunged at Luo Peng regardless of anything else, and the sudden move immediately stunned Luo Peng.

Perhaps in all the years Luo Peng had lived, he had never encountered such a reckless fighting style.

However, Luo Peng's reaction was truly fast enough; he immediately lay flat and tried to use his feet to kick away the lunging Wang An.

Yet, the ideal was plump but the reality was too skinny; before Luo Peng could fully prop up both legs, Wang An's 160-plus-jin frame crashed down like a small mountain.

In Luo Peng's eyes, which were filled with shock, Wang An sprawled right on top of him.

To be honest, the posture of these two at this moment would make people think more or less about it; if Luo Peng were a lady, it would make people think even more.

Fortunately, Wang An didn't care about such things; he didn't care what you thought, think whatever the hell you want.

Before Luo Peng could react, Wang An straddled him and began swinging his fists.

It wasn't exactly that Luo Peng didn't react, but mainly because being slammed like that was seriously tough; Luo Peng had the wind knocked out of him.

No lie, this was only because Luo Peng had a good build and was covered in muscle; if it were anyone else, Wang An might have literally knocked the shit out of them.

Wang An hammered two punches into Luo Peng's eye sockets, and just as he was about to land the third, he was forcefully pulled back by the referee who had rushed over.

While pulling him away, the referee also shouted loudly:

"Stop, stop, do you know you've violated the rules? Stop right now."

You have to say, this referee was actually quite strong; otherwise, with Wang An's large frame, an average person wouldn't have been able to pull him at all.

Wang An originally had a chance to land that third punch, but since he was told he had violated the rules, Wang An held his fist back.

This was a competition, not a murder, and Wang An could still tell the difference.

But it must be said, Wang An's two punches were indeed playing dirty; to put it bluntly, he was using any means necessary.

Because no matter whose eyes are beaten, their vision will become unclear, and once vision is unclear, combat effectiveness naturally drops significantly.

With this shift, Wang An's odds of winning undoubtedly increased quite a bit in an instant.

Although Wang An's methods were indeed a bit sinister, the rules didn't say you couldn't hit the eyes, so Wang An wasn't wrong to do so.

Just as Wang An stood up, preparing to wait for Luo Peng to get up and start over, Luo Peng, who was lying on the ground, kicked toward Wang An.

While kicking Wang An, Luo Peng also cursed loudly:

"Fuck your mother, fuck your mother."

Wang An really had no defense against this kick at all.

Mainly because in Wang An's view, since the referee had already spoken, he should give the referee some face; after all, so many people were watching.

Just like that, the caught-off-guard Wang An staggered, but before he could react, Luo Peng's other leg continued to kick toward him.

Of course, Luo Peng's mouth hadn't been idle either, and he was still in a state of cursing at Wang An.

Although Luo Peng was angry and using foul language, in all honesty, Luo Peng was not in the right; mainly because Wang An hadn't violated the rules.

Fortunately, the two steps Wang An staggered had already opened up distance from Luo Peng, so the kick Luo Peng threw afterward didn't even touch Wang An's pant leg.

But even so, Wang An was instantly enraged; this Luo Peng was clearly being a bit shameless.

Consequently, Wang An steadied his footing, turned around quickly, and wanted to give Luo Peng a beating.

In a grappling competition, Wang An admitted he was no match for Luo Peng, but if it came to a life-or-death fight, Wang An could say he feared no one.

Even against experts like Zhang Shuya and Sun Nian, Wang An would dare to have a fight with them.

After all, while this kind of competition could barely be considered a fight, the competition itself didn't allow hitting the throat, the back of the head, or the groin; these restrictions were truly a bit too many.

Most importantly, not being allowed to use tools was the most bullshit part; even if he only had half a brick in his hand, no bragging, Wang An's strength could double.

In short, this kind of bare-handed fighting meant Wang An couldn't even display half of his strength.

As Wang An turned around and approached Luo Peng aggressively, Luo Peng also flipped over and stood up from the ground.

However, it could be seen that Luo Peng's two eye sockets were bruising at a speed visible to the naked eye, and both eyes were soon reduced to mere slits.

When the referee saw the situation between the two, he stopped trying to break them up and impatiently shouted "Start."

To tell the truth, this scene looked quite funny.

Just like that, Wang An and Luo Peng started fighting again.

You have to say, watching two people fighting while in a fit of rage is truly satisfying; it was quite spectacular, with fist against fist, palm against palm, and feet constantly kicking each other.

However, it was very clear that Luo Peng, because his eyelids were bruised and swollen, had his vision severely obstructed, so his attack speed was not only slower than before, but his accuracy was also worrying.

To put it bluntly, the kid was sometimes just swinging his fists like a maniac.

Wang An was suppressing his anger, and his attacks were both vicious and tricky, and every move was made with full force, simply suppressing Luo Peng.

Finally, Wang An seized an opportunity and used an improved version of the Golden Rooster Stands on One Leg against Luo Peng.

This move was basically no different from when Wang An usually fought and used his knee to strike the opponent's head.

Wang An used his wrists to lock Luo Peng's neck, and then as he pressed down with both hands, he used his knee to strike Luo Peng's face.

Luo Peng naturally wanted to break free, but once a person's neck is locked, if they have ten parts of strength, being able to use five is already good.

Fortunately, Luo Peng's skills were truly remarkable; he had been using both arms to protect his face, so except for the beginning when Wang An successfully struck Luo Peng's face hard with his knee twice, he had been hitting Luo Peng's arms ever since.

It must be said that Luo Peng's fighting experience was indeed quite extensive.

Because in this situation, Wang An actually hoped Luo Peng would attack him, specifically using his fists to attack Wang An's stomach.

That way, as long as Luo Peng's arms left his face, Wang An was confident he could knock Luo Peng into a concussion in a very short time.

After striking more than a dozen times in a row, Wang An seized an opportunity, locked Luo Peng's neck, and swung with force, throwing Luo Peng directly off the ring.

Luo Peng squinted his eyes and wanted to turn around to fight again, but he heard the referee shout loudly:

"What are you doing? Don't you know you've already lost?"

Wang An panted heavily and grinned at Luo Peng outside the ring.

(End of Chapter)