Everyone Jiang Siming had knocked down had suffered serious injuries. Even the least injured had several broken ribs.
The medical area beneath the ring no longer had enough stretchers or beds. In the end, the injured had no choice but to lie on the grass while receiving treatment.
Those with severe injuries were sent to the hospital by ambulance first.
The remaining challengers—roughly half of them—began to lose their nerve.
By now, even the most foolish person knew that Jiang Siming was an absolute master of Chinese martial arts, and an extraordinarily powerful one at that.
More than fifty challengers had been knocked down, and they had not even managed to land a single punch on Jiang Siming.
"Challenger number fifty-nine, renowned domestic sanda fighter Xu Dong."
After the referee finished speaking, a man nervously walked onto the ring. Seeing Jiang Siming drenched in sweat and breathing like an ox, Xu Dong's original intention to concede gradually faded.
Looking at Jiang Siming's condition, he must already be out of strength and physically exhausted.
If he could take this opportunity to knock Jiang Siming out, wouldn't he become famous throughout the world?
With that thought, Xu Dong plucked up his courage and began hopping around the ring, putting on an act.
Jiang Siming raised his head at that moment and looked at him with amusement. He shifted his feet slightly and walked toward him.
Xu Dong sensed danger and instinctively wanted to raise his hand and surrender.
But before he could lift his hand, his entire body flew out of the ring like a kite with its string cut.
Oh—
Boos rang out from beneath the ring.
Of course, the boos were not directed at Jiang Siming, but at Xu Dong.
Anyone kicked out of the ring by Jiang Siming was