Princess Qian Qian was stunned. Was this the combat technique that Yue Yang signalled to Fatty Hai?
Trying to pretend to be dead after being hit?
Or had Fatty Hai exhausted all of his strength?
She looked at Yue Yang and realized that the scoundrel was actually smiling. His expression was like a little fox who managed to steal a chick. She immediately calmed down. Seemed like there was still hope. Maybe tricking the enemy was included in the secret counterattack plan…
Indeed, when Yan Po Jun saw Fatty Hai unmoving, his face broke out into a smug smile.
He was not in a hurry to throw Fatty Hai down the fighting arena, intending to humiliate him even further.
Yan Po Jun stepped on Fatty Hai’s head and said to the referee, “He is already on the verge of death. If you don’t announce my victory, I will kick him off the stage.”
However, just as the blue-clothed referee was about to announce Fatty hai’s defeat, there was a sound from beneath Yan Po Jun’s feet.
“Who says I’m on the verge of death? I just fell asleep for a while. I won’t even have a problem sleeping with seven girls tonight, what do you mean I’m on the verge of death?” Fatty Hai’s hands grabbed onto Yan Po Jun’s legs, lifting it up from his head inch by inch. His bloodied pig face revealed a strange smile as he said, “Student Po Jun, did you have fun beating me up? Now it’s my turn to pay you back ten times greater…”
“Dream on!” Yan Po Jun never imagined that this Fatty Hai could still say something so firm even with one foot in the grave. He suddenly felt furious and ignited flames beneath his feet.
Within the [Blazing Flame], Fatty Hai lifted Yan Po Jun and smashed him down on the ground hard.
Yan Po Jun felt a little pain as he immediately shot up and summoned a [Flaming Lion] for support.
A presence like a Lion King’s exploded as blazing flames shot through the sky. Fire exploded everywhere, even to the point of reaching the audiences.
Even the audience outside the arena all felt the blazing heat. The blue-clothed referee was also cornered to the sides of the fighting arena from the heat, almost falling off the arena. However, Fatty Hai was still pouncing towards Yan Po Jun in the midst of the [Blazing Flame], his bloodied and swollen face was calm, “It’s no use. My Guardian Beast is a water-type, do you understand? Did you think you can roast the great Master Hai with this little, insignificant fire?”
Fatty Hai reached out his hands, and under the gaze of the astonished audience, received Yan Po Jun’s incoming punch on his palm easily.