"Crack" "Crack", the person in front of Zaohaolong squeezed his hands vigorously, making a series of sounds, and then took off his clothes, revealing his solid and exaggerated muscles, like lumps
Like a rock, it makes people feel powerful at first sight. He poses one after another on the court.
Haolong looked at this opponent who was reluctant to take action. He felt helpless and let him go for now.
"Why don't you give me a spanking, teacher? That big guy seems to be showing off his muscles all the time," Liu Yingying said.
"Look, that's my dad, look." When Han Tingting saw her father fighting hard on the court, she asked the female classmates around to watch.
Guo Guozhong is indeed a senior Taekwondo coach. His chops and sweeps are very exciting. However, his opponent Chen Degong is not bad either. Chen Degong should use Tongbei Fist, and he fights with Guo Zhong very happily.
"Yah! Ah!" The one who could roar the most was Yamasa Daishi on field 2, who was also fighting fiercely with field 4. Yamasa, who already had a black belt in karate, jumped suddenly and struck out with a palm.
, hit No. 4 right on the right clavicle, with a "click" sound, No. 4 knelt on one knee with a painful expression, but then stood up tenaciously, "Even if I am beaten to death by you, I can't kneel down like you!" No. 4!
When Hao said this, he was like a martyr. Haolong also saw his actions, because his opponent had not finished his posture yet.
Yamazuo made a sweeping move and kicked No. 4 in the head. No. 4 rolled his eyes and fainted.
End of field two
Han Guo Zhong seems to be coming to an end here, because Chen Degong's physical strength seems to be running out. Chen Degong looks ten years older than Guo Guo Zhong. This is why boxing is afraid of young people. Chen Degong continued to resist more than ten moves and was killed.
Hanguo Zhong was kicked to the point of being angry, and Hanguo Zhong was also over.
In comparison, the success of No. 1 Field and Qin Fang are very different. Their contempt is not like a martial arts contest, but like two gangsters fighting.
"Referee, someone is calling you!" Cheng Cheng pointed behind him, and when the referee turned his head, a monkey stealing a peach was caught by Qin Fang.
Qin Fang was not a vegetarian either. He ducked sideways and grabbed Cheng Cheng's chest with an Oolong. Cheng Cheng failed to dodge and was pinched by Qin Fang. Qin Fang squeezed it hard in his hand. Cheng Cheng was on the court.
As he screamed, the referee turned around and Qin Fang also let go of his hand.
"Referee, your shoelaces are loose," Qin Fang continued, and the referee lowered his head to look at the shoelaces.
"Ah, two dragons playing with pearls!" Qin Fang stretched out two fingers and thrust them into Cheng Cheng's eyes, while Chang Gong blocked his two fingers with one hand.
"You forced me! Watch the move, the golden dragon spits beads!" After successfully speaking, a mouthful of yellow phlegm came out of his mouth. Qin Fang never imagined that the golden dragon spitting beads would be such a move, and he opened his mouth in surprise.
, the successful yellow phlegm got into Qin Fang's mouth, and Qin Fang swallowed it smoothly.
"Wow!" Qin Fang grabbed his throat with both hands, veins popped up on his head, and he was vomiting desperately, but he couldn't vomit anything. Success next to him was laughing maniacally.
The referee looked at Qin Fang who was kneeling on the ground, thinking that he had no fighting ability, and wanted to announce the result of the game, but then Qin Fang stood up.
"Shooting people with insinuations and phlegm!" The yellow phlegm in Qin Fang's mouth was ready to go. He took advantage of the success and laughed to avenge that phlegm, like a yellow bullet, unerring
The referee saw this scene and was stunned. He didn't know how to judge the situation.
After Chenggong also took a mouthful of phlegm, the two sides started a phlegm shooting battle, and the voices of "Bah, bah!" could not be heard.
"Paji" a mouthful of yellow phlegm spat on the referee's face. The referee stretched out his hand and wiped it. He was furious, grabbed the two of them and said, "Do you still want to compete? If it doesn't feel like competing, get out of here right now!"
When the referee got angry, the two of them became frightened and became less presumptuous. They started to play in a regular and mid-range style.
"Hey, you see that phlegm-shooting war hair is really effective." The speaker was no one else, but Asen from the boys' school. Not only him, but also Tian Tian, Zhang Qing, Zhang Da, Song Min and others, all from the same dormitory.
When they came out, they also skipped class after hearing that Haolong would participate in a martial arts competition.
"Wow, you're lucky. Look," Shi Qiang stretched out his hand and everyone saw that it was Xia Heting, Liu Yingying and other girls' school students.
"Oh, is today really my lucky day? Let's move positions!"
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"Are you going to fight or not?" Haolong said, looking at No. 8 who was still making gestures.
No. 8 stopped his movements, "Well? Aren't you afraid?"
"Afraid? What are you afraid of?"
"My muscles. Normally, as long as I show off my muscles, my opponent will be scared away. Why haven't you run away yet?"
Emotional No. 8 is a fool. Haolong felt that it was a shame to fight with such a person, "Hurry up!"
"Okay, after so long, I finally met someone who can resist my muscles." After saying this, he waved his fist, which was bigger than a casserole, and greeted Haolong on his face.
Haolong didn't dodge, he just wanted to see how strong this muscular man was. Haolong took No. 8's fist with one hand, "Humph, you don't have much strength either." Haolong said to this
Number 8 said
"What? Huh——!" No. 8 was still pushing his fist forward vigorously, but he didn't move at all.
Hao Long on the opposite side shook his head and squeezed his fist with five fingers.
"Gah bang" "Gah bang" No. 8's face has turned pale, and his outstretched arm has trembled.
"I'll let you go if you admit defeat," Haolong said softly.
No. 8 didn't answer, Haolong moved up again. No. 8's wrist twisted unnaturally, accompanied by a "click" sound.
"Ah----wow!" No. 8 finally couldn't bear the pain and yelled, "I give up, I give up!"
Haolong let go of No. 8's hand as he was told. The referee walked up and took Haolong's hand and raised it, "No. 7 wins!"
"Look, the teacher has won." Liu Yingying clapped her hands excitedly.
"Hmph, it's boring. It's not as good as my dad at all," Han Tingting said.
Xia Heting was indeed secretly frightened, "Teacher is really so powerful."
The first major game is over. There is another one next, but I don’t have the heart to watch it anymore. The exciting game is still tomorrow.
"Haha, you didn't disappoint me." Mr. Xiahe walked over on crutches.
"Haha, old man, it's still early. Hey, let's go have a drink?" Haolong suggested.
Mr. Xia He laughed twice, and Xia Hefeng behind him took out an exquisite wine bottle and said, "I brought it with me a long time ago."