After passively receiving three punches and one kick, Zhao Xiaoyun began to get over his stage fright and nervousness. Although he was not in a good state yet, he was able to control the distance when the opponent attacked, and then took advantage of his height and arm length.
Fight back.
Zhang Zhe is the only one here who has seen Zhao Xiaoyun shoot three times, but the first two times he saw him were nothing. Last night was more formal. Although he turned the tide of the battle last night, he couldn't say he didn't take care of him in the beginning, and he had a poor ability to resist.
Yes, he had already collapsed under the foreigner's attack. Today he has undoubtedly made great progress and learned practical experience. He only took a few hits before he started to fight back. But...
Even as a layman, he could tell that this muscular man with a Chinese character face was much better than the foreigner Carlos last night in terms of actual combat experience, fighting skills and strength! Could this guy be from the special forces? No wonder
Sun Ruoying is so sure...but he is still quite optimistic and believes that Zhao Xiaoyun can continue to fight.
Zhao Xiaoyun on the court has a more personal experience. He can prevent the opponent's series of tricky moves, but his speed is always a little bit behind. This good body gives him a strong advantage in strength, physical fitness, and resistance.
It affected his speed and agility. He remembered his successful experience and prepared to rely on his physical advantage to slam his opponent hard first!
He took action!
Unfortunately... it failed!
Although the muscular man was caught and lifted up by him, he did not fall out. After flying through the air, he landed behind him, then kicked his leg, held his neck and pulled him back, immediately pulling him away.
Lay down on the ring.
Kicking, hitting, throwing, grabbing, wrestling and grappling are not Zhao Xiaoyun's strengths. The time he saw the man of killing Zhang Zhe picked him up and threw him out, he felt that it was very practical. He could better control the strength and severity, and he did not have to worry about serious injuries to his fists, feet or eyes.
For ordinary people, dealing with Carlos last night was very effective.
But he was inspired by the killing man, and the killing man should be from the army. The same goes for this muscular man, who is a grappler in the army. They are batches of soldiers who integrate traditional martial arts and various international fighting skills.
Practical kung fu developed from the study of modern ergonomics, anatomy, sports science, etc. Different arms, different positions, and different levels of soldiers learn different things. The muscular man facing off at the moment may not be inferior to the killing man.
!
Can you not lose if you use a little knowledge of other people's martial arts?
Zhao Xiaoyun realized this when he fell to the ground or even after making the move. At this time, the muscular man was already on top of him, restraining his neck with his elbow.
"Do I need to rest when I fight with you? You let me down!" It's not that he is arrogant. From the official start of the fight, the two of them took about a minute at most, and they were knocked down in less than one round according to the boxing timer. It's really
It’s not enough!
"It's not over!" Zhao Xiaoyun wanted to repay Sun Ruoying's favor, but he just went on stage to fight, which was not thorough enough, and it also caused Zhang Zhe to lose face. "Drink——!"
He shouted loudly, ignoring the control of the muscular man Yong, and just lay like this, grabbing the muscular man's body and holding him up! The muscular man's feet were still on the ring, and he was pressing down hard now, while Zhao Xiaoyun
He sat up suddenly, let go at the same time, and bumped his head against the opponent's head and face!
Normally, the muscular man wouldn't be afraid of Zhao Xiaoyun's fighting style, and he could resolve it in many ways. But just when he was pushing him up with all his strength, and when he was trying to resist with all his strength, the support force was suddenly withdrawn, causing him to fall uncontrollably.
, was hit hard!
No one really practices Iron Head Kung Fu these days. In such a collision, the competition is about whose bones are stronger and who is stronger. Although the muscular man was not knocked over, Zhao Xiaoyun also gained valuable time. He did not
It's a waste of opportunity, and it's even more inflexible to sit still, so regardless of whether the posture looks good or not, I immediately opened my arms to hug the muscular man, and then threw him on the ring!
"Hey, passion reversal is what Xiaoyun is good at!" Zhang Zhe smiled reassuringly and began to look forward to the muscular man experiencing what Carlos experienced last night.
Sun Ruoying was noncommittal: "But two big men's sexual passions are tumbling... there is no beauty in them. Two tender and beautiful boys would be about the same."
Zhang Zhe is a bit cold, and Sun Ruoying is quite rotten...
Zhao Xiaoyun doesn't know how to fight hard. He has no choice. After knocking down the muscular man, he has the upper hand and continues to hit him with his iron head!
The muscular man who had suffered a loss would not choose to be hit hard by him. He pushed his hand away with all his strength, quickly rolled to the side along the ring, and then stood up with one hand on the ring.
His whole movement was done in one go, and it looked very neat. Unfortunately, Zhao Xiaoyun knew that he was not as fast as him, so he cherished every second. When he missed the hit, he did not hesitate and stood up immediately. When the muscular man turned over, he
He also kicked me!
The muscular man was immediately kicked away and hit the guardrail ropes surrounding the ring!
This incident caused several men watching on the side of the ring to hold their breath quietly. But the muscular man did not panic, but seized the opportunity, used the force of the rebound to rush in front of Zhao Xiaoyun, and hit him hard.
chest!
The rebound was too fast and exceeded Zhao Xiaoyun's expectations. He couldn't dodge and received a punch, but he was not polite and hit his opponent's face with his right uppercut!
Both of them received a heavy blow. In terms of intensity, Zhao Xiaoyun received a heavier blow, but his blow was on the chest and the other was on the face. The result was different. The muscular man swayed slightly and then got close.
Launch a stormy combination attack!
There was no distance between him and no more reaction time. Zhao Xiaoyun undoubtedly suffered a disadvantage. Although he was also fighting back with all his strength, the opponent hit him seven or eight times, and he probably only hit two or three punches in return.
Both of them gave up on strategy and tactics, and almost turned into a close-quarters melee relying on speed and strength. Seeing that they were fighting more and more fiercely, the people watching became quieter. This state was obvious. Once they stopped, it was
Someone can't stand it when they fall down!
…
"Stop——!" The muscular man took a few steps back and shouted to Zhao Xiaoyun who was about to kick him over. Then he spit out a mouthful of tooth blood and leaned against the pillar to gasp: "I...lost!"
When he said this, everything was quiet. The men came behind him, including those who had lost against him before, and they didn't expect him to admit defeat.
Zhao Xiaoyun took a few steps back and then looked at Zhang Zhe.
Zhang Zhe gave a thumbs up without hesitation, stood up and praised: "Good job Xiaoyun! As your opponent, you must be prepared to have your anus exploded! But you are not domineering enough, you are still too soft, and you have to live and die."
You must immediately enter the state and reach your peak, only then will you have the domineering power to overwhelm everything!"
Of course Zhao Xiaoyun knew that Zhang Zhe didn't know Kung Fu, but he still admired Zhang Zhe's mind for being able to run so many pawnshops. After hearing this, he thought about it carefully, right? His weakness is that he enters the state too slowly and loses his momentum.
If you are not strong, if you encounter someone with strong attack power and ruthless tactics, you may not be able to withstand the subsequent counterattack. But...does the competition have to be a matter of life and death?
Hearing Zhang Zhe's words, those people all glared at him. If they hadn't seen him with Sun Ruoying, they would have challenged him.
The muscular man twisted his neck and arms to show that he was fine, and then smiled and said to Zhao Xiaoyun: "If it were a competition! I would have won you without any doubt; but if it was a life and death fight, you would be the one standing at the end!"
The points were calculated in the game, and he naturally won by a large margin. However, due to the close relationship, it was more difficult for his fists and kicks to take advantage of the momentum, and it would be a few points weaker to hit the target. And he met Zhao Xiaoyun, a pervert with super strong resistance, of course.
The effect is not big. And Zhao Xiaoyun is stronger than him, whether it is fists, elbows, arms... Every time he is hit, he will be hurt more. After all, this is not like the game where blood will be deducted every time he hits, and there is no lethality.
The effect is not much different from no effect.
Seeing that Zhao Xiaoyun was stunned and didn't know what to think, he stretched out his hand: "You really hit me so much that I need to rest. Hello, my name is Sun Boyong!"
"Hello, my name is Zhao, Zhao Xiaoyun..." Zhao Xiaoyun came to his senses and shook hands with him.
"Sun Boyong, Zhao Xiaoyun! Haha, it would be shocking if Sun Boyong and Zhao Yun shook hands here..." Zhang Zhe laughed softly, but immediately realized that something was wrong, and immediately turned around and looked at Sun Ruoying: "His surname is Sun?
Your brother? I’m dizzy, he’s not the crazy bee or butterfly chasing after you!”
Sun Ruoying raised her head and glanced at him sideways: "Who told you he was a wild bee and a butterfly? It was always someone who was promoting himself as a shield, right?"
Zhang Zhe sat down and sighed: "Armani is gone, Givenchy is gone..."
Sun Ruoying couldn't help but chuckle: "You bastard! Are you still good after getting a bargain? You won me five million! Are you reluctant to buy a few sets of clothes for yourself?"
"That's different!" Zhang Zhe was a little embarrassed, but not too embarrassed: "I was born from the grassroots, and I don't look like a prince when I wear a dragon robe. If I go shopping for luxury brands, people will disdain me and think of me as a jackpot winner.
Lucky boy is not even as good as a nouveau riche. If I want to be a shield for you, at least you will find an expert to clean it up for me, right?"
"It's a pity that my defense skills are so strong that I don't need any shield at all! Let's do this, I'll have someone tailor-make you a few sets of famous brands, and I'll only deduct one million..."
"No! I want money!"
"Humph, you still have to pay taxes!"
Zhang Zhe was speechless, I'm afraid it would be less than one million.
"Emperor Gaoyang is a descendant of Miao. My emperor is called Boyong. You...my father is really a fan of Qu Yuan!"
Seeing them getting off the ring and coming this way, Zhang Zhe gave a bitter smile: "It's over... You didn't tell me clearly. Just now you thought you would protect me, so you made the sarcastic remarks... Will your brother hit me?"
ah?"
"Misfortune comes from the mouth! It's none of my business." Sun Ruoying said with a gloating smile.
