The Personal Bodyguard of the Female CEO
Chapter 539 - 539 538 Extremely Ferocious

539: Chapter 538: Extremely Ferocious 539: Chapter 538: Extremely Ferocious Mei propped herself up on the ground with one hand and tried several times, but she couldn’t stand up.

Her injuries were too severe; even her left hand was broken.

“Stand up, stand up!” people started to shout in encouragement for Mei.

Seemingly inspired by the crowd, Mei staggered and finally stood up again.

“You still want to fight?” Wang Dadong frowned slightly.

Mei nodded and charged at Wang Dadong once more.

Bang!

Wang Dadong struck with his palm again, sending Mei flying back.

Without a doubt, Mei spat out blood again.

This time, Mei tried three times but still couldn’t stand up.

“One…

two…

three…” the referee had started counting, and if he reached ten and Mei hadn’t stood up, she would lose.

“Nine!”

When the referee counted to nine, Mei stood up again.

This time, her movements were slower, but she didn’t give up and dragged her battered body step by step toward Wang Dadong.

Mei’s actions seemed to anger Wang Dadong; this time, he initiated an attack on Mei himself.

He struck her chest three times in succession.

Puh!

Puh!

Puh!

Mei wasn’t sent flying this time; instead, amid a spray of blood, she fell backwards onto the ground.

Everyone thought Mei couldn’t possibly stand up again, but unexpectedly, she struggled to her feet once more.

“Don’t, don’t stand up again…”

Many people couldn’t bear to watch any longer.

If this continued, she would only end up being beaten to death.

A hint of coldness appeared in Wang Dadong’s eyes as he kicked Mei in the chest, sending her flying immediately.

However, before Mei’s body hit the ground, Wang Dadong appeared behind her and kicked her again.

Mei was sent flying in another direction as Wang Dadong charged over again, punching, palming, kicking, and elbowing her repeatedly.

Mei was like a punching bag, being battered through the air by Wang Dadong.

“Too brutal!”

“Stop!” many spectators shouted.

Despite Mei’s obvious plight, Wang Dadong still went all out.

“Yu ya, you’re so disappointing us!”

Even many of Wang Dadong’s admirers showed a disappointed expression at his actions.

But a competition is a competition; as long as Mei didn’t admit defeat, Wang Dadong was entirely within his rights to beat her to death.

Moreover, at that moment, no one dared intervene, for that would be messing with a Saint—intervening in a Saint’s fight was tantamount to seeking death.

“Master…” Liu Tong also clenched her teeth tightly; although her master was sometimes sleazy and easily tempted, he had always been a kind-hearted person in her eyes.

Yet she never expected Wang Dadong to be so heavy-handed with Mei.

Ye Zi’s expression turned somewhat pale; just a moment ago, she thought Wang Dadong was the kindest person in the world, yet the scene before her seemed…

Perhaps, what had seemed before was just an illusion?

“Stop!”

“Stop!”

The calls from the audience grew louder and louder.

“Yu ya, please stop, this match, you win,” the referee couldn’t help saying.

Actually, this was against the rules, since his opponent hadn’t admitted defeat, he had no right to declare the outcome of the match.

But under the current circumstances, a miracle was impossible; Mei couldn’t win, and moreover, she was on the verge of death.

However, facing the shouts and even curses of the audience, Wang Dadong acted as if he heard nothing, continuing to punch Mei.

His punches hit nearly every part of Mei’s body.

“This was the punch of a Saint; every bone in Mei’s body must have been shattered by now,” Wang Dadong thought.

Watching Mei drifting through the air like duckweed, many in the audience shed tears.

The looks of admiration for Wang Dadong gradually turned into hatred and resentment.

Many forces that had wanted to win Wang Dadong over now shook their heads, thinking how cruel-hearted he was, that winning him over would be nurturing a tiger only to invite trouble.

Bang!

Mei was thrown high into the air and then viciously kicked back down to the ground.

This time, Mei couldn’t possibly stand up again.

“One…

two…” the referee counted the numbers emotionlessly.

He even intentionally counted faster, hoping to end this cruel match quickly.

However, unexpectedly, when he reached seven, Mei stood up again.

This time, she stood up straightforwardly, not struggling at all.

Her spirit seemed much better than before, and her complexion even appeared somewhat rosy.

What was going on?

How could Mei possibly still stand up?

Everyone’s eyes widened.

Could it be that Wang Dadong’s previous attack was just a blinding method?

Mei and Wang Dadong faced each other, the atmosphere turning somewhat silent.

“I lost…” After a long time, Mei finally spoke slowly.

“Did I hear wrong, Mei actually admitted defeat?”

Everyone again looked incredulous.

From the start of the tournament until the top thirty-two, every battle Mei fought was to the death; even knowing Wang Dadong was a Saint, she was still determined.

But now, Mei had admitted defeat.

“Thank you for healing me,” Mei looked up, her eyes filled with pain.

“I understand now, Crow was actually healing Mei.”

“So that’s it!” Everyone suddenly realized.

No wonder Mei could still stand up, and even looked more spirited than before—it made sense now.

Everyone’s look towards Wang Dadong changed again.

“Sorry, Crow, I misunderstood you.”

“Crow, we still love you.”

“Next time you compete, I will donate fifty million!”

After learning the truth, Wang Dadong’s fans showed expressions of shame.

It turned out they had misunderstood Crow.

Not only did Crow not harm Mei, but he even healed his opponent.

Such character was truly rare.

The policewoman sighed softly, saying to herself, I knew my master couldn’t be that cruel.

Ye Zi’s big eyes were also shimmering with tears; her feeling hadn’t been wrong after all.

This was the him she knew…

Wang Dadong’s face did not show much change in expression; he had already gained respect for Mei and did not want her to continue fighting.

Mei slowly walked down from the stage, her figure encapsulating a profound sense of loneliness.

Nobody knew what she was fighting for.

Even though among all the martial artists, her cultivation was at the bottom, she had still gained the respect of many.

“Interesting, bring this woman to me, use Tenth Order Return on her!” the Man in Golden Robe said excitedly in front of the monitor.

“BOSS, Tenth Order Return is still experimental; so far, there has only been one success.”

“Just do it if I tell you to go!”

“Yes, BOSS.”

“Queen, you might very soon have a companion,” the Man in Golden Robe muttered to himself.

The frail figure always stood by his side, silent.