As a result, after a round of opinions, I naturally had no objection to the winning of Bet Zhou Guihua, but I was naturally unhappy to the winning of Bet Basong. What is involved is money! They are all people with status, so no bet will be too small.
But Basong's attitude was here, and others had no choice. Finally, they unified it, that is, Harry was not allowed to participate in the battle. After all, the couple belonged to the same level of players. Although Harry's limelight was finally suppressed by his wife, his strength was still there.
The referee had no choice but to discuss with Zhou Guihua and asked her to find one among the club players.
Zhou Guihua was naturally unhappy and directly scolded the referee and Basong. Do you look down on me? Do you believe it or not and fuck you to death?
But now that things have come to this point, I am angry. After all, I am a club player, so why should the game be held?
Zhou Guihua was thinking about who to choose? Yang Geyong laughed when he heard this. He originally wanted to have a boxer signing here to have fun, but wouldn't he be here to deliver this opportunity?
"Senior sister, stop looking for me. I will follow you in this battle. Just watch the enemy and flirt with me!" Yang Geyong looked like an ancient general asking for battle.
Zhou Guihua burst into laughter with a "puchi". Not to mention, Yang Geyong is the most suitable one. The main reason is that no one knows him here. If no one knows him, it means he has no fame. At least it will make those who buy Basong much more reassured.
He said to the referee, and the referee didn't care about those. To be honest, he hoped that Basong would win this game. Although that would damage the club's reputation, he was rich and he would lose three bets.
He had arranged it just now, and the club's boxers who could fight were trying to work but not work hard. Unexpectedly, the helper brought him. Although this guy looked quite strong, he was unknown. The referee would not care about such a person.
When Basong saw Yang Geyong, his eyes suddenly became much more serious. Every player who was used to fighting had a natural intuition about danger.
Yang Geyong's eyes were full of aggressiveness, and he basically looked at him without any object. This made Basong both afraid and angry.
Labor and capital are Southeast Asian boxing champions. Where did you get the monkey? What qualifications do you have to dare to despise me?
When the referee introduced Yang Geyong, he did not say his name. Because he couldn't fight, he just introduced that this was Zhou Guihua's junior brother.
At the beginning of the game, everyone wanted to see how the three of them fought. Unexpectedly, Zhou Guihua sat in the corner of the boxing ring without moving at all, while Yang Geyong walked to the opposite side of Basong.
As soon as the referee's starting command was issued, Basong rushed over and punched Yang Geyong in the face.
You should know that Yang Geyong is one head taller than him. With a slight tweak of his fists, Basong's fist has already slid to one side.
Yang Geyong was about to take the opportunity to shoot, but unexpectedly, Basong, whose fist was empty, had already pressed his body up, and his elbows suddenly hit his chest, making his breathing stagnant.
Before he could react, Basong's head was already on his chin. If he hadn't brought his teeth, he would have bitten his tongue.
After staggering and taking a few steps back, Yang Geyong was a little confused. He was so arrogant that he was attacked when he came up. This kid really had a big move!
Basong did not give Yang Geyong a breath at all. As soon as the distance was opened, he lifted his legs and kicked him. Yang Geyong avoided sideways, and Basong's independent leg jumped forward.
Yang Geyong was thinking about what this kid was going to do? As a result, Basong bent his leg and pressed his knee heavily against his belly. He sat Yang Geyong directly on the ground.
Since Yang Geyong practiced martial arts, he has never suffered such a loss. His senior sister can win a boxing champion here. He is still better than his senior sister. He has encountered Waterloo at the beginning.
Yang Geyong's back hit the ground, and his legs swung around one by one. He stood up with an oath, which scared Basong, who was about to raise his legs to pay attention to him. This tactic of Muay Thai was not.
"Junior brother, be careful, their Muay Thai is to use every part of their body to attack the enemy. Don't underestimate the enemy."
Zhou Guihua shouted aside, she had watched Basong's fighting video more than once. She had already learned about the fighting skills of Muay Thai.
But to be honest, Basong's actions just now were straightforward. Don't look at her studying for a long time, she would suffer as much as she would when she went up to her. The key is that she was not used to it.
Yang Geyong understood when he heard his senior sister's words. He used to think that such a small country could do something good? Unexpectedly, he lost someone when he came up.
Yang Geyong stared at every subtle movement of Basong, and the fighting of Chinese martial arts also had its own theories, such as when the enemy attacked, he stared at his shoulders and crotch.
Because every attack of the opponent has signs, such as punching, the first move is definitely the shoulder. If the legs are released, the hips will naturally swing.
An excellent boxer is to judge the opponent's intentions from such subtle signs, and then start to take action first.
But Yang Geyong made the first judgment right, but he didn't expect that every blow would be two or three times, which completely messed up his experience.
This beautiful oath swinging of the tail won everyone's cheers. Chinese Kung Fu is always refreshing, and even at a disadvantage, it is dazzling.
Basong felt a little relaxed. The Chinese man looked scary. It turned out to be a silver-like gun tip. He didn't even make an effective counterattack for his two attacks.
Seeing that Yang Geyong stood up again, Basong rushed over simply. How could Yang Geyong let him get close to him? He raised his leg and kicked him sideways, trying to kick him down.
As soon as Basong was shorter, he was shorter. Now that he squatted down, Yang Geyong's legs were already above his shoulders.
At this time, Basong's body was straightened up suddenly, and he had already pressed Yang Geyong's legs against his shoulders. He pressed his knees with both hands. One of Yang Geyong's legs was completely controlled by him.
Basong also raised one leg and kicked Yang Geyong's thigh. Although there are no taboos for black fist, the action of kicking the crotch is still prohibited. It is too easy to have accidents.
However, according to the strength of Basong's raising his leg, he could bring out the wind. If this kick hits, Yang Geyong will definitely not be able to move the leg he carried for a short time.
But how could Yang Geyong be so weak? His right leg was controlled, and his left leg was still there. His left leg kicked on the ground, his body was suspended in the air, and his body had already turned sideways. Then, with the force of his right leg on Basong's shoulder, he swept his left foot hard towards Basong's temple.
If this kick is hit, Basongdu's game will be terminated directly, and his head is not as strong as a wooden stake.
Chapter completed!