章 269: Wrestling Competition

"He tapped the floor, but he wanted to keep fighting. I don't know how I should end this."

Meng Fan said as he grabbed Jin Taiyun again. The way he snatched the Korean fighter wasn't a standard wrestling move anymore, rather, it was as if he was picking up a puppet. Meng Fan looked angry and resigned as he kept throwing the man to the floor.

"If I stopped now, and he said he won, what could I do? I don't doubt that he'd say something like that."

Meng Fan moved aside Yang Feng's hand and picked up Jin Taiyun again. He asked Yang Feng, "Tell me, what should I do?"

Yang Feng had no answer.

Peng!

Meng Fan grabbed and threw the man again. He used more power. The throw was louder, and the scene was more explosive, too.

Jin Taiyun, who was totally under Meng Fan's control, could do nothing but gasp after being thrown. He couldn't even move his fingers, his bones felt like they had all broken.

Beg for mercy?

Tap the floor?