Huayu: Starting from "The Heavenly Bodyguard"

Chapter 102 The trajectory of the revenge shot was a bit off.

The spider recovered a bit, but the referee was truly out of commission.

His physical abilities were no match for the two freaks in the ring, and he also suffered a blow from Spider's resentful attack.

What's most infuriating is that bastard Shen Daniu keeps going around in circles with the magic of love.

Once you lie down, you can't get up.

The unexpected situation left the entire competition committee in a state of panic.

Normally, in mixed martial arts, the female ring girls are required to have a pair of headlights, while the referees just need to have a badge.

The UFC China Exhibition Match was rushed enough that if the female sign girl got suffocated, they could make do without headlights.

But the referee isn't certified, that won't work.

After searching high and low, the only person with a referee's certificate left at the scene was Dana White.

Without a second thought, Dana White started tearing off the referee's shirt.

It wasn't that he wanted to do anything to the poor referee, but rather that he was preparing to go on stage himself and become the referee.

In the second round, from wiping the floor to changing the referee, they managed to get through it smoothly.

Shen Mo breathed a sigh of relief; those were all for viewership ratings, and it was good to get a little more exposure.

After such a long rest, the spider finally came back to life.

Especially with another person he hated even more than Shen Mo on the stage, his mind was clearer than if he'd been through a lot.

In an instant, the most dominant UFC champion found his confidence.

The straight punches, hooks, and swings seemed aimed at Shen Mo, but each punch landed slightly off-target.

The whistling wind from the punches passed by Dana White's ears.

He sensed something was wrong, but he didn't know what it was for the time being.

Until Shen Mo dodged in his direction and delivered a hook punch that blew his liver apart.

It used to be Dana White sitting in the audience watching the boxers spit and spit, but this time he's actually on the front lines of the job.

With this punch, the spider roared to the sky.

I may not be able to beat Shen Mo, but I can still beat you, Bai Dana, to death.

Those bullshit contracts you signed, do you really think that just because we've never been to school, we don't know you're a capitalist?

That string of "that guy," that bastard is either the mastermind or an accomplice.

Shen Mo felt that this venue was unusable in the future, as it was damp.

What a waste.

Dana White was a ruthless man; even with his eyes rolled back, he managed to stay upright through sheer willpower and subconscious self-hypnosis.

In his ears, the frantic shouts of "There's only one referee left" resounded like a great bell.

He had given so much, even risking everything in the face of different calibers.

The game must not be stopped.

"Shen!"

"Help me up!"

Swallowing hard, Shen Mo felt a pang of guilt.

That's fucking brutal.

"Are you alright?"

"Ratings!"

Shen Mo has always shown the utmost respect for determination.

They helped the trembling Dana White to his feet, and the match continued.

As he dodged and weaved, Shen Mo felt a heavy weight on his shoulders.

That's not a responsibility.

That's Dana White.

For the first time, Shen Mo confronted the ethnic issues of the Ugly Country, which were so divisive and so painful.

It looks like that bald guy has been beaten down to skin and bones by that big black guy.

If it were a normal fight, Shen Mo felt that a single elbow strike to the heart, or a couple of slaps, would definitely send that big black guy to meet his Black Jesus.

But now, carrying Dana White on his back, he feels restricted and is clearly struggling.

The two of them seemed to have merged into one.

It's difficult to define exactly who made up the head.

But no matter who's in charge, Shen Mo has to make sure Dana White isn't killed.

Despite being burdened with a bunch of negative buffs, Shen Mo is now able to hold his own against the Spider.

Old Jack excitedly patted the octagonal cage and shouted to the spider, "Anderson, go punch that damn bald guy!"

"Joker can't afford to ignore him!"

Hearing about the martial arts manual, Big Black went too far, using both hands and feet to violently grab and drag Shen Mo, who was being dragged by White Da Na.

"Bai Shenmo Na" felt he couldn't just passively take the beating anymore; this was going to turn into "Shenmo Na" (a derogatory term for someone who takes the beating). As for where "Bai" went, he was obviously beaten to pieces.

Shen Mo had a conversation with the person he was wearing and asked a question that went straight to the soul.

"Wake up, you son of a bitch!"

"Can you hold on any longer?"

He shattered Dana White's UFC revival dream with three punches, and felt that sometimes, having enough money is enough.

"You bastard... can you please stop using me as a shield..."

"I'm tired... Let's destroy it!"

It seems the bald guy is really going to die soon.

Silence was broken as they prepared to close the net.

With a few quick movements, he cornered Dana White in the octagon.

Spider is having a great time right now, chasing after that damn "Bai Shenmo Na" and beating him to death.

Without realizing it for a moment, he charged straight at Dana Bai.

After thinking it over, Shen Mo decided not to use any overly cruel methods.

It was just a simple, deadly scissor kick that took the spider down.

As soon as the big black guy's buttocks were exposed, Shen Daniu instinctively rode on them.

Dana Bai yelled at Shen Mo, "Kill that son of a bitch!"

What kind of deep-seated hatred is this? This is his UFC fighter, which is equivalent to his artist.

Zhu Yawen would often throw tantrums at him, but Shen Daniu never even considered killing him.

At worst, we'll use some shady terms to make him realize who the capitalists are.

The audience below the stage also began to cheer for Shen Mo, especially Yao Ming, who stood up and waved his arms despite his leg injury.

It's not that I pay much attention to him, it's just that he's so big, it's impossible not to see him.

Shen Mo now feels that the overall situation is settled, and he still needs to have a broader perspective.

I'm going to do some ideological work with Dana White and get our granularity aligned.

You can't let some minor flaws kill your employees.

Just as he was about to open his mouth, the stench emanating from the spider riding under his crotch made Shen Danu roll his eyes. They had been running back and forth for a while, and Shen Mo hadn't yet directly experienced the smell.

He's riding on the bottom now, covered in sweat, and the stench is really strong.

Purchased!

They actually planted biological weapons in themselves and launched a sneak attack.

If it weren't for the fact that I had entered the realm of a grandmaster and used my powerful control to close my throat and nose...

We almost capsized in the gutter.

If he himself throws up, then he'll really become a laughing stock, and the online trolls will be mocking him—it's terrifying just thinking about it.

Once the little flame of anger is ignited, one instantly empathizes with Dana White.

Damn, being a boss isn't easy. I've been beaten to a pulp for the sake of the UFC's development.

The oily sheen on the bald head has also lost its luster.

When there are injustices on the road, evil thoughts arise in one's heart.

They grabbed it with both hands.

The power originates from the back, flows through the arms and hands, and is relaxed, springy, and trembling, like a whip striking.

Shoulders, elbows, wrists, and palms are all connected.

A series of crackling sounds followed.

The big black spider looked like it had been boiled in a pressure cooker.

His whole body turned red instantly.

In an instant, Shen Daniu transformed into the emotionless, utterly ruthless Zhao Jingzhong.

The big black guy was beaten until he spat out his own saliva.