Over the beach, shadows swayed, fists and feet fluttered, and the sound of hand-to-hand battles hitting the ground rang in succession, mingled with quarrels.

"Ye Cheng, don't rob my opponent."

"There's nothing to grab. Your opponent is over there."

Muling butterfly just came to the last person, and Ye Cheng came after him and threw him to the ground. Or Ye Chenggang grabbed a bodyguard and Muling butterfly flew up with one foot and kicked him down. They don't seem to be fighting at all. They are more like fighting. You fight for each other and don't give in to each other.

As the two men scrambled to drop their...