211 Next Stop - The United Kingdom

There was no stopping Tang Yan now. He forgot the crowd and drove Lomachenko to the ropes, rocked him and doubled him up, punching him off balance. 

Toe to toe in the ring, neither asking for quarter nor giving it, Tang Yan and Lomachenko struck at each other, sobberd by the pain of their own blows, primitive, as they sought to overcome one another. 

The crowd was roaring, but Tang Yan couldn't hear a word. He could only see the face of Lomachenko, sick with pain, eyes glassy, but lips set in a snarl. Tang Yan drew back for a finisher. 

But he was caught blindsided by a blow from Lomachenko, it felt like he had been struck by a house. He was down, his head weaving from side to side. The referee was counting and Qin Hailong grabbed the towel again. 

Members of the crowd leapt up, shrieking, thinking it was the final blow.

Pandemonium was about to break out but at this moment, an unexpected scene suddenly occurred in the ring.