The son-in-law who has returned for thousands of years

An Ke quickly stood up from his seat with a flustered expression, never thinking that he would be the first to play.

Xu Ping frowned—why did An Ke happen to be the first to play, and the opponent was He Yangqi's follower?

He took An Ke's hand and said seriously: "Remember what I said, admit defeat when you get up, don't try to be brave."

"The injury on your leg is very serious, and you cannot make strenuous movements."

An Ke forced a smile and said, "I've remembered, you will admit defeat when you get up, so don't worry about it."

She staggered towards the ring and stood on the other side of the referee.

"I...I admit defeat."

In order to make it easier for the audience to hear the fierce fighting sounds of the contestants and create a tense and exciting atmosphere, many sound-collecting microphones were placed around the ring.

So An Ke's words were heard by everyone in the audience.

"Admit defeat? How can you admit defeat as soon as you come up?"

"This is too cowardly, no matter what, you have to fight before admitting defeat."

"Let's not talk about anything else, this little girl is really handsome."

"She had a bandage on her leg, she must have been injured."

The audience began to whisper, but they didn't take it seriously. Unexpected situations happen every year, and this is not the first time.

Wait for the referee to deal with it, and start the next game directly.

But a few minutes passed, and the referee did not announce the result, but kept talking to the headset on his head.

"Cough...the latest regulations of the association, in order to reflect the spirit of martial arts, it is not allowed to admit defeat as soon as you enter the field, and you can only admit defeat after fighting."

Hearing these words, Xu Ping's complexion in the audience became much uglier.

If the situation of grouping may be accidental, then this so-called "latest regulation" must be the work of He Yangqi!

Xu Ping clenched his fists. Even if a family at the level of the An family rises suddenly, it is definitely not worth He Yangqi's attention.

Compared with the He family, the An family is like the difference between an ant and a giant beast!

What he did to An Ke was entirely because he didn't regard An Ke as a person at all, but a prey.

Prey like a toy!

An Ke on the ring looked stunned, as if she couldn't believe what she heard, while her opponent, Guo Meng, was not surprised at all and looked calm.

The referee didn't give An Ke any extra time to prepare. He said "the match has started" and walked to the edge of the ring.

Guo Meng raised the stick in his hand and said with a light smile, "Last night, you shouldn't have provoked Young Master He."

An Ke shook his head and said, "I didn't provoke him, it was him..."

Before she finished speaking, the stick in Guo Meng's hand was like a dragon out of water, hitting An Ke straight in the face!

"drink!"

An Ke gritted his teeth. How could he say that he is also a martial artist with perfect external strength, no worse than these people, how could he not be able to survive even one move?

She took a step back, narrowly dodging the stick.

But her leg was injured, her footsteps were weak, and her flaws were instantly revealed.

Guo Meng smiled coldly, and stood still. The long stick in his hand changed his move, and his true essence suddenly exerted force, and ruthlessly swept towards An Ke's side!

Click!

"what!"

"An Ke!" Xu Ping stood up suddenly.

With An Ke's scream, her left arm was completely dislocated, and she was thrown out of the ring and fell to the ground hard!

Her face was pale, blood was overflowing from the corner of her mouth, and her arm was stretched to the side of her body, looking completely broken.

With the display on the big screen, the tragedy of An Ke was clearly seen by the entire audience!

Instead of apologizing, Guo Meng stood in the center of the arena with his stick, and said loudly: "Swords have no eyes, and fists and feet are hard to take back. It is normal for us warriors to get some injuries during the sparring process."

"I hope my opponent can learn a lesson, so that I won't be beaten like one again..."

"The lost dog!"

"Haha, Guo Meng is right."

"That's right, if you don't have enough level to participate in the competition, you deserve to be injured."

"Okay, it's a good fight, this is the martial artist's sparring, what does it look like!"

At the front of the auditorium was a group of contestants who were applauding Guo Meng enthusiastically.

He Yangqi's voice was the harshest.

Xu Ping saw the medical staff lift An Ke down, so he sat back in his seat, stroking the Kunwu knife on his knee, expressionless.

What a sword has no eyes, and fists and feet are hard to stop!