Chapter 1506 Play a few tricks and then move the real thing
After the organizing committee’s emergency consultation, the referee, wearing a white shirt, black trousers and a beautiful bow on his collar, began to read the rules of the game into the microphone.
The rules are very simple. Both parties cannot wear gloves, shoes, or any small hard objects on their bodies.
During the competition, you cannot attack the opponent's sensitive parts and eyes, and you cannot use your teeth.
If you voluntarily give up, keep your shoulders on the ground for ten seconds, or pass out, you lose.
If either party is injured during the game, the referee has the right to terminate the game immediately.
"Let's take a look. The white square in the west is classmate Feng Yanhui, a famous taekwondo general, a engineering heartthrob, and an invincible little whirlwind with iron legs.
He is 1.77 meters tall and weighs 74 kilograms. He has won many awards in major competitions among college students across the country and has been praised by school and department leaders.
The leader of the Education Bureau once commented that "you are young and strong, and talents are rare." He is a rising star in our school.
The red one in the east is the challenger Ye Fan, he is 1.82 meters tall and weighs 80 kilograms."
The introduction to Feng Yanhui was eloquent, and the introduction to Ye Fan was clear in one sentence.
The commentator comes from the broadcasting major of the Broadcasting Institute, has a second-level Mandarin level, and is quite familiar with sports events. He has always regarded Huang Jianxiang as his idol, followed the principle of fairness and justice, and never favored any side in the competition.
But at this time, the announcer quietly touched the five hundred yuan of hard work money in his pocket and thought to himself: Who said I am so poor that I have to hesitate for a long time to even invite a beautiful woman to drink a cup of coffee? Mr. Ye Fan, I have no choice but to feel sorry for you.
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Ye Fan took off his sportswear. Inside was a tight black elastic vest. There were dense bandages on his left and right arms above the elbows. The outline of his muscles could be clearly seen outside the clothes.
Feng Yanhui still maintained his taekwondo uniform, and the two stood two meters apart, facing each other.
The announcer said: "Oh, Mr. Ye is tied up like a mummy. He seems to want to use this method to slow down the impact, but I think it is in vain."
Feng Yanhui clenched his fists tightly, but there was a relaxed smile on his face, "Ye Fan, please don't cry later."
"You must not know how to write the word "ugly", right? But it doesn't matter, the word "ugly" will be perfectly reflected in you.
A little brat like you dares to claim to be invincible in defeating Fudan University. It is true that there are no tigers in the mountain, and the monkey is the king.
Treating you is like stepping on dog shit."
Ye Fan touched his nose disdainfully.
"You..." Feng Yanhui was immediately aroused by Ye Fan and said, "If you lose, stay away from Zi Ling'er, otherwise I won't let you go."
"I lose? I'm not afraid of Feng Da flashing his tongue? Haven't you seen what happened to the taekwondo bastards in the west stand? Grandpa, I'll pinch one with one hand. They can't even fart. You're just the leader of the little minions."
Seeing that they were getting more and more energetic, the referee looked at his watch and blew a long whistle.
"drink!"
Feng Yanhui shouted low, then raised his leg in the air and kicked him sideways, bringing up a strong wind and going straight to Ye Fan's face. The referee could even smell his feet.
This kick is fast and hard, with equal emphasis on speed and power. It is launched with hatred, and the emphasis is on killing the enemy with one blow. It is very powerful.
Ye Fan took a step back slightly, and the kick missed his chest by just a millimeter. It was really thrilling.
The audience all said that he was lucky enough to narrowly avoid Feng Yanhui's special move, and they all exclaimed "Wow".
Feng Yanhui had just landed, and Ye Fan's sarcastic laughter had already reached his ears: "You have no strength? Go home and eat your mother's milk."
"Fuck you!
"He spun around and then kicked back. Now he could clearly see the opponent's figure. His legs covered the three directions in front of him. The enemy would have no way to hide and would have no choice but to die obediently.
"Amazing!
"The announcer shouted: "Feng Yanhui's offensive was like a frenzy, and Ye Fan could only parry and was unable to fight back!
"At this critical moment, Ye Fan turned to one side, and Feng Yanhui's flying leg barely missed his arm, which made people sigh.
If he had taken one more step forward, the outcome might have been doomed immediately.
"Do you only know how to hide?" Ye Fanwu took a break from his busy schedule and retorted, "I'll give you three moves to prevent others from saying that I'm an adult bullying a villain.
Believe it or not, I can make you fall without touching you?" "Go to hell!
"Feng Yanhui took advantage of the momentum of two forward charges and suddenly rose into the air. His black belt flew, his clothes were blown open by the wind, and he turned 180 degrees and kicked sideways.
The left leg formed a right angle with the right leg and was whipped hard like a whip.
This very difficult move is almost the same as the exaggerated and gorgeous moves in Jet Li's movies. It is performed suddenly in the fierce fighting arena and has a great visual impact.
"Wow!
"The audience was shocked.
The force he used in his daily training with this move was enough to break a 15mm wooden board!
If you slap your opponent in the face, needless to say, the result will be disfigurement!
Ye Fan leaned back, and Feng Yanhui kicked the cable on the guardrail on his right side.
In this dazzling moment, Ye Fan stretched out his hand and slapped it, and the extremely elastic cable reverberated and hit his calf.
There was a crisp "pop" sound.
Feng Yanhui was flying in the air, and when he had no help, his balance was broken by the cable, and he fell heavily to the ground, facing the floor, like a typical dog chewing shit.
"oh!
Feng Yanhui made a serious technical error and tripped over the cable."
Including the commentators, no one saw Ye Fan's hidden movements, and everyone thought that Feng Yanhui was careless and underestimated the enemy.
The commentator said very shamelessly: "Perhaps in order not to hurt Ye Fan's poor self-esteem, Feng Yanhui came up with such a compromise.
The sports style is noble and the competition ethics is correct, this is what we strive for."
Before the referee could count the seconds, Feng Yanhui jumped up and his face turned red.
Just now, my attention was too focused on Ye Fan, and I didn't even figure out how he fell.
But that embarrassed posture aroused all his anger.
"You know the consequences of making me angry!
"Feng Yanhui rushed over and kicked Ye Fan directly.
In fact, this is his trick to confuse the enemy. When Ye Fan dodges the attack from below, the elbow with real lethality will appear on his face, delivering a rough blow!
"The consequences of your anger will be to lie on the ground like a dead dog and protest to the audience."
Ye Fan turned sideways, his upper body dodging Feng Yanhui's powerful and domineering elbow, but his lower body collided with his outstretched foot.
"Click!
"The tibia collided with the tibia. Feng Yanhui's lower body suddenly stopped, but his upper body continued unabated. This reflected the true effect of inertia. Ye Fan tripped him to the ground, and his two front teeth were almost broken.
Spread your hands forward, showing a "submissive" look.
This scene is full of wonders, coincidences and inconceivability. I didn’t expect that President Feng was going to give Ye Fan a fatal blow under his elbow, but he tripped due to negligence!
The audience looked at each other.
"Ahem..." The announcer stayed for a long time before coming back to his senses.
"The famous Taekwondo general paid tribute to all the audience present in this way, and everyone applauded and welcomed him.
With his strength, he doesn't even bother to compete with a mentally retarded opponent and bullies a layman. This is an insult to a battle-hardened Taekwondo master.
Did everyone see it? Ye Fan never had a decent reply, he could only run away with his head in his arms!
"Feng Yanhui got up three seconds slower than before. He touched his aching teeth and shouted angrily: "I won't let go anymore, you pissed me off."
Ye Fan smiled coldly and said: "You are really a stone in the pit, smelly and hard.
If I were you, I would have only one correct choice: cover your face with your clothes, turn around, take off, and run away."
"when!
"At the end of the two-minute first round, the two men each returned to their seats in the corners of the ring.
Zi Ling'er went over and handed him a bottle of mineral water, and sighed slightly: "Sure enough, my negotiation at noon had some effect. Feng Yanhui didn't really do anything to you.
However, you have to be merciful and merciful, and when the next round comes, you can shake hands and make peace, and everyone will look better."
He wished he could kick me to death on the spot! Ye Fan curled his lips, took the mineral water and took a sip, "Yanhe? Are you kidding me? He wants to challenge me to a duel, but he is actually trying to pursue you! If I lose, how can I return in the future?
Do you have the nerve to talk to you?" "You..." Zi Ling'er blushed and knocked on the table: "You have caused a sensation in the whole school. I am new here, so I don't want to be the heroine of the scandal!"
Zi Ling'er had this kind of farce in high school, so she has been rejected by many girls.
She didn't want to be like this when she got to university, because then it would be pointless to continue studying.
"Haha, okay, okay, I'll do a few more moves and then I'll get real."
Ye Fan laughed loudly: "I am also a low-key person. If I kill him as soon as he comes out, many people will despise the art of Taekwondo."
"Huh?"
Zi Ling'er was stunned, "Don't you look down on Taekwondo?"
"I never said I looked down on Taekwondo!"
Ye Fan smiled: "Every boxing technique in the world has its own unique charm.
What I look down on is Feng Yanhui's temperament, which he thinks he is the best in the world even though he has learned a little bit.
He shouldn't, absolutely shouldn't, just look down on our Xia Kingdom's national quintessence, martial arts! I admit that many martial arts types now have certain drawbacks, and many people use national martial arts as a gimmick and as a means of making money for themselves.
However, real martial arts are very noble and powerful.
Taekwondo, a martial art that is still in its developmental stage, cannot be compared with it..." "I don't understand."
Zi Ling'er rolled her eyes at Ye Fan.
"Haha, you'll know later."
Ye Fan smiled mysteriously, looked around, and snorted coldly in his heart.
Today's young people are too fond of foreigners. Are the things left by our ancestors so unbearable in their hearts?
I want to show them how shocking the real national martial arts is! On Feng Yanhui's side, several Taekwondo club members who were almost useless came forward and squeezed his shoulders and thighs.
A boy with the look of a dog-headed military advisor kept talking in his ear, looking at Ye Fan and Zi Ling'er.
"Brother Hui, don't worry, that kid can't hold on for long, I'll knock him down in the next round!"
"You still want to say this?"
Feng Yanhui smiled coldly, "You don't need one round, half a round is enough!"