Seeing Crell lying on the ground motionlessly, Jing Long walked up step by step with a cold face. When he came close, he stepped on Crell's waist and pushed him, asking coldly, "Hey, do you want to continue the fight or not? You're so useless. Do you want me to help you? "
The members of the Lung Hing Society burst into laughter. Some people echoed and ridiculed Crell.
The other members of the Red Gloves Society all looked terrible. Many of them gnashed their teeth and looked at Crell. What a shameful piece of trash! He was beaten down so easily!
"Hehe! If you're afraid, just admit defeat! "Jing Long said, looking at Crell who was lying on the ground coldly.
However, Crell didn't respond. Even his screams had disappeared. He was lying on the ground silently, as if he had lost consciousness.
Many people in the crowd looked at Crell who was lying on the ground motionlessly. They all showed disdainful expressions, thinking that this guy was really useless. He was beaten down so easily and even fainted.
Jing Long frowned and turned to the two referees, asking, "He has fainted. Should we continue the fight?"
The two referees looked at each other. The Red Gloves referee looked at the fainted Crell with an awful face. He said coldly, "Since he has fainted, we can't continue the fight. Therefore, I hereby announce that the Lung Hing Society wins this fight …"
Jing Long had a complacent smile on his face. Waiting for the referee to announce his victory, he turned to the members of the Lung Hing Society and cupped his hands, saying, "Fortunately, I didn't fail you!"
The members of the Lung Hing Society all praised and congratulated Jing Long with a smile. It was a good sign to win the first fight!
When everyone thought they were sure to win, suddenly!
"Jing Long, watch out!" Jiang Cheng suddenly shouted.
The other members of the Lung Hing Society were also shocked. They shouted at Jing Long together, "Brother Long, watch your back!"
Jing Long's heart skipped a beat and he hurriedly turned his head to look behind him. However, just as he turned his body, he saw a figure behind him. Before he could react, he suddenly saw a flash of white knife light! Instantly, he felt a burning pain from his waist to his back!
"Ah!" Jing Long couldn't help but cry out in pain.
Before Jing Long could turn around to see the situation behind him, he felt another pain in his waist, as if someone had kicked him in the back. He felt as if his entire spine was about to break. His body couldn't help but stagger forward. After taking a few steps, he steadied himself and immediately turned around to look behind him.
A person was standing behind him. He held a dagger stained with blood in his hand and smiled sinisterly at Jing Long! It was Crell, who had quietly climbed up and launched a sneak attack!
Looking at Crell, Jing Long frowned and gritted his teeth, trying his best to bear the excruciating pain on his back. The dagger was cut so deep that he could feel the excruciating pain as long as he moved a little bit. Especially on his right arm, a slight movement would cause the wound to be torn, making him suffer unbearable pain.
Jing Long regretted that he shouldn't have been so lenient. As long as he kept attacking, he would never give his opponent a chance to launch a sneak attack!
The people around the arena were in an uproar. They had seen everything clearly.
Just now, when Jing Long thought he had won and turned around to salute the crowd, Crell quietly climbed up, drew out a dagger, and launched a sneak attack on Jing Long from his back!
Crell used the dagger to cut a bloody wound from the right side of Jing Long's waist to the other side of his back. Then, before Jing Long turned around, Crell kicked at the back of Jing Long's waist, making Jing Long stumble forward.
The surrounding Dragonrise Association members immediately let out angry roars of indignation!
"Despicable! He launched a sneak attack from the back with a dagger! "
"It's against the rules to use a dagger in the match! Hurry up and declare him the loser … "
"Since he couldn't defeat his opponent head-on, he decided to launch a sneak attack from the back. Are all you Red Gloves such useless scumbags?"
Jiang Cheng's face turned cold. He strode to the center of the arena and shouted, "Stop the match! Whoever dares to continue, I'll kill him immediately! " While speaking, he looked at Crell beside him with cold light in his eyes. He was also angry that this guy used such a despicable sneak attack.
Belar walked out from the side with a faint smile on his face. He held the cigar in his hand and spat out a cloud of white smoke, saying, "What? Why did you stop the match, Gang Leader Jiang? "
Jiang Cheng looked at him coldly and then said in a cold tone, "Belar, can't you see? Your guy launched a sneak attack on my brother with a dagger. Shouldn't he be declared the loser? If the rules are not fair, I don't think it's necessary to continue this match. "
"Oh?" Belar smiled faintly, "I saw Crell use a dagger, but I don't understand why it's against the rules. I've made it very clear that neither side is allowed to use firearms, that is, firearms. But daggers are cold weapons, so of course they can be used. It's not against the rules, right? Gang Leader Jiang. "
Jiang Cheng was so angry that he started laughing. This was obviously a word game with him. However, he had no way to refute it now. He could only pinch his nose and accept it. He reminded Zhao Hu and Anthony, who were in the next two matches, to pay attention and not fall for these people's tricks. As long as the referee hadn't decided who was the winner and who was the loser, they couldn't give their opponents a chance to breathe. They had to beat them until they were looking for their teeth on the ground!
"Humph!" Jiang Cheng snorted coldly and then turned to Jing Long, saying, "Jing Long, stop the match. The wound on your back can't be delayed any longer. Go to the hospital now!"
Jing Long clenched his teeth, endured the pain, and forced a smile to Jiang Cheng, "Cheng Ge, I'm fine. The more despicable people I meet, the stronger my fighting spirit is. You want to win with this kind of small trick? Dream on!" In the end, he roared fiercely and stared at Crell with anger in his eyes.
"Gang Leader Jiang, if you don't have any questions about the rules, just get off the stage and let them continue the match. It's not good to disturb the normal progress of the match!" Belar seemed to be very happy that his trick had succeeded. He said sarcastically and urged Jiang Cheng to get off the stage so that Crell could beat Jing Long while the iron was hot.
Jing Long looked at Jiang Cheng and nodded heavily, indicating that he was fine.
Jiang Cheng slightly frowned and looked at Jing Long, saying, "Be careful. Don't force yourself!" After saying that, he walked to the Lung Hing Society.
As soon as Jiang Cheng walked out of the ring, Crell let out a strange roar, waved his dagger, and immediately pounced on Jing Long. He was very fast, waving his dagger up and down as he ran. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Jing Long.
Looking at Crell who was dashing towards him, Jing Long gritted his teeth and raised his eyebrows. Then, he tiptoed and dodged to the side. As soon as he dodged the dagger, he immediately raised his leg and kicked at Crell's waist from the side!
As soon as Jing Long lifted his leg, he felt a piercing pain from his back. With a muffled groan, he slowed down his kicking speed.
Seizing this opportunity, Crell dodged to the left and turned around to kick at Jing Long's chest!
"Bang!" Crell's kick landed on Jing Long's chest.
Jing Long showed a trace of pain and couldn't help stepping back. He staggered and almost fell to the ground. Finally, he steadied himself and looked up at Crell.
In this confrontation, Jing Long was at a disadvantage because of his slow speed after the injury. Not only did he kick out, but also his speed of retracting his leg to counterattack was much slower. Even though he noticed Crell's kick, his body couldn't keep up with the reaction speed of his head. His movement was half a beat slower, and the consequence was that he was kicked by Crell!
After being kicked, Jing Long covered the wound on the side of his waist with one hand. His steps were weak and he couldn't even stand still.
"Brother Long, catch it!" A member of the Lung Hing Society threw a long stick to Jing Long.
The long stick flew in the air and fell towards Jing Long. Crell was shocked and ran to Jing Long at once, intending to stop him from catching the long stick.
Jing Long looked at the rod falling from the sky and showed a hint of joy. He then gritted his teeth and took half a step back, letting the rod fall to the ground in front of him. Jing Long did not reach out to catch it! When the onlookers were surprised, Jing Long lifted his leg and kicked the long stick that was about to fall to the ground.
"Bang!" The long stick was kicked away by Jing Long and smashed towards Crell who was dashing towards him!
Crell, who was dashing towards Jing Long, didn't expect that a long stick would suddenly fly towards him. It was too late for him to dodge, so he hurriedly raised his hands to block it. The long stick hit his hands violently, forcing him to step back two steps. He only felt a sharp pain in his arms. Jing Long's kick made the long stick so powerful!
Crell's hands trembled slightly. As soon as he raised his head to look forward, he saw a black shadow had already rushed to him. The black shadow jumped into the air like a cheetah and kicked at him in the air! Almost in a split second, the black shadow was in front of him!
"Ah!" Crell couldn't help uttering a scream.
The onlookers clearly saw that when they thought that Jing Long would catch the long stick with his hands, Jing Long did the opposite and kicked away the long stick, which smashed onto Crell fiercely. At the moment when Jing Long kicked away the long stick, he immediately rushed towards Crell. When he was about three meters away from Crell, he suddenly jumped up! His face contorted because of the pain, and he kicked Crell's chest from the air! When Crell put down his hands that blocked the stick, Jing Long's foot had already arrived in front of him. He couldn't dodge at all!
"Bang! Bang bang … "In the air, Jing Long kicked Crell's chest and didn't stop. His body was at a 45-degree angle with the ground in the air. He kicked Crell's chest continuously with his feet, which was like the modern version of Foshan's Continuous Shadowless Kicks!
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