I didn't have time to pay attention to the expressions of these Japanese people, because on the stage, Wang Sheng collided with each other again, but Wang Sheng no longer used his fists to resist the opponent, but also started to use his legs.
I rarely see Wang Sheng use his leg skills, but Wang Sheng did not disappoint me. Quan Zhilong quickly kicked Wang Sheng on the shoulder with a side kick. Wang Sheng bent his body and also kicked out with a side kick.
"Bang!"
The right legs of Wang Sheng and Quan Zhilong collided in the air. Normally, when people's legs kick together, they will immediately separate. However, Quan Zhilong and Wang Sheng's legs were pressed against each other in the air, secretly fighting desperately.
After about three or four seconds, I saw that Quan Zhilong's left leg was a little unsteady on the ground.
I suddenly understood that Wang Sheng used his right hand to block Quan Zhilong's left leg before, not rashly, but to lay the foundation for what would follow.
Taekwondo is mainly about the kung fu of the legs, so Wang Sheng used one of his arms to replace the opponent's leg, and then used his own leg kung fu to compete with the opponent. In this way, even if there is a gap between his own leg kung fu and the opponent's, then like this
That can be made up for.
This is the terrifying thing about Onimusai, because one of his seemingly bad moves may very well be the foundation for the next move.
After Quan Zhilong persisted for three or four seconds, his left leg bent and he staggered a few steps before falling to the side of the ring. However, he struggled and quickly stood up again, but now he
Both legs felt a little uncomfortable, and his steps seemed much slower.
Looking at Wang Sheng's right leg hitting the ground, it was obvious that he was giving himself time to relax.
Quan Zhilong stood up and said something in English that I didn't understand to Wang Sheng. Wang Sheng must not have understood either, so I heard Wang Sheng reply: "Hit me, what are you talking about?"
Magic translated Quan Zhilong's words next to me: "You are just trying to get injured easily. What kind of skill is that? It's rubbish."
I couldn't disturb Wang Sheng at this time, so I didn't shout this to him.
Quan Zhilong's legs felt a little uncomfortable and he didn't dare to attack. Wang Sheng was not someone who would just wait for the opponent to make an attack. His right leg, which had been resting for a while, suddenly hit the ground, and then he suddenly ran forward.
He took one step, then Wang Sheng's left leg landed on the ground, and he kicked his right leg again, kicking Quan Zhilong's face from top to bottom.
Although Quan Zhilong was injured in both legs, he was a master of Taekwondo after all. He endured the leg injury, jumped a step aside, and then flew back to kick Wang Sheng's left leg.
Wang Sheng's left leg was still intact, so he naturally wouldn't give Quan Zhilong a chance, so Wang Sheng suddenly hit the ground with his left foot, and while kicking his right leg, his left leg actually jumped up, and then turned sideways, right
His feet landed on Quan Zhilong's shoulders.
Quan Zhilong also didn't expect Wang Sheng to be so agile. He could only raise his hands to block the supply to avoid it. However, he was used to practicing his legs and his hand skills were not very good.
"Crack!"
After a collision, Wang Sheng's foot pressed down on Quan Zhilong's hand and fell on the latter's shoulder. Quan Zhilong's legs were slightly injured. In addition, Wang Sheng's attack was full force, so Quan Zhilong
Long bent his legs and his whole body fell to his knees on the ring.
"Bang!"
After Quan Zhilong's knee sounded loudly, he fell to the stage of the ring.
Wang Sheng did not give the opponent a chance to resist. After Quan Zhilong was pressed, Wang Sheng suddenly retracted his left leg and swept it from the other side. At this time, Quan Zhilong was shocked and angry, and his whole body was a little beaten.
He was stunned and didn't react for a moment. Wang Sheng kicked him on the right side of his face. At the same time, Quan Zhilong's body suddenly fell to the ring, and he was unconscious.
My brothers in the audience burst into cheers, while several other foreign masters couldn't help but frown.
I looked at Wang Sheng again. His condition was not much better. He was playing with Quan Zhilong. He staggered on the stage and leaned on the rope. His right leg no longer dared to touch the ground, and his right hand was slightly shaking.
Drooping, as if dislocated or broken.
I quickly shouted to Zhang Beichen, "Find someone to take Wang Sheng to the hospital. Don't let him suffer any sequelae."
Zhang Beichen also woke up and quickly talked to the doctor in his boxing ring. Then two brothers immediately came on stage and beat Wang Sheng down.
At the same time, several of Quan Zhilong's subordinates also came on stage, applied medicine to Quan Zhilong, and asked him to check his legs and feet.
At this time, I followed Magic and slowly walked onto the stage. Under the "care" of several of his men, Quan Zhilong also slowly woke up and pulled me over.
Looking down at the stage, several Japanese people gathered together and spoke some Japanese that I couldn't understand at all, and the Muay Thai master Ke Lanmei there slowly closed his eyes, not paying attention to the match just now.
I walked up to Quan Zhilong and said: "My senior brother said that you are the weakest among the few people who came today. It seems that is the case. After only a few meetings, you lost to my men. Go back and kill me."
Taekwondo gyms are closed, so go learn authentic Chinese martial arts from my senior brother."
Quan Zhilong looked at me with an angry look on his face. He stood up with the help of several of his men. However, after he stood up, he took away the black men and then swayed twice to stabilize himself.
Xing said to me: "I, you, fight!"
Although both of his legs were injured, I saw it when he and Wang Sheng fought just now. Although Wang Sheng won, his injuries were more serious than Quan Zhilong, so he asked me to fight him, hum.
, unless I eat too much to hold up.
Before I could say anything, Magic stood in front of me and said, "You are not worthy of fighting my boss. If you want to fight, I will accompany you."
Quan Zhilong was once again angered by the people on my side. He flew up and kicked Magic in the chest. Magic didn't hesitate at all. He suddenly squatted down and drilled into Quan Zhilong's crotch.
past.
Quan Zhilong's high kick was in the air, but Magic was already under him. When Magic's shoulder suddenly hit Quan Zhilong's kicked thigh, Quan Zhilong's whole body flew backwards.
I could see that Quan Zhilong's kick was very casual. Apparently he felt that the people around me could not all be experts, so this kick was used to vent his anger.
But his carelessness harmed himself.
When Quan Zhilong flew backwards, Magic followed him suddenly, and stretched out his right hand to grab Quan Zhilong's throat. Well, this Magic is habitually trying to kill.
The moment Magic's hand grabbed Quan Zhilong's throat, I quickly said to Magic: "Stop!"
At the same time as my voice, my senior brother Song Jingshan's extremely deep voice came from the door of the boxing ring.
"stop!"
The moment Magic caught Quan Zhilong, he finally stopped, then quickly took a few steps back and returned to me.
Magic looked at me apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, boss, I almost got you into trouble. I'm used to this..."
I nodded and said, "It's okay."
At this time, my senior brothers Song Jingshan, Yang Tu and Su Wei finally came in side by side from the door. The three of them were all wearing white Tai Chi outfits and looked very grandmaster-like. Well, in fact, the important thing is that my senior brothers and
Nephew, my niece just looks cute and cute when she wears it.
At this time, I looked at Wang Sheng in the audience and said, "Okay, stop watching and go to the hospital first. I will make a video of today's game here for you to see."
In desperation, Wang Sheng was sent out of the boxing ring and went to the hospital. Instead, he went off the stage to greet my senior brother.
Also accompanying me were the Muay Thai master and representatives of Japan's three major kendos.
Song Jingshan briefly greeted me, and then the foreign masters clasped their fists and saluted and said, "I've been waiting for a long time, everyone."
These people also returned gifts to Song Jingshan in their respective situations, except of course Quan Zhilong who was still in a daze on the stage.
He had lost two games in a row, and in front of such a peer, his huge self-esteem had been humiliated.
And I can only give him two words: "You deserve it!"
After everyone bowed to each other, my senior brother asked me: "Junior brother, what is going on on the stage?"
I told him about the bet I had made with Quan Zhilong. After I finished speaking, I said, "I'm really rude if I take action before my senior brother comes."
My senior brother nodded and said: "You are a little rude, but since you made a bet with Mr. Quan Zhilong, who wins now?"
I said: "Me!"
My senior brother said: "Then you can go on a trip and make a bet. I'll be competing with the masters of each faction soon."
Hearing what Song Jingshan said, I slowly jumped on the stage and said: "Quan Zhilong, you lost, then you can climb down and kiss my feet now. You should be awake. I am not talking about the soles of my feet."
Quan Zhilong looked at it fiercely and said: "No!"
Um, I don’t need magic translation to understand this sentence. I glared at him and said, “You want to break the contract.”
At this time, my senior brother Song Jingshan also slowly walked away from the ring. He stood behind me and looked at Quan Zhilong and said: "Since you said it, you have to do it, otherwise I will look down on you, although I have always looked down on you.
You're such a dabbler."
My senior brother's words completely angered Quan Zhilong. He roared angrily and hit my senior brother with a flying kick on the side of his face. My senior brother smiled slightly and casually moved his right hand. Quan Zhilong's body was like
It was like being tied up with gunpowder, and flew off the stage with a "swish" sound.
Damn it, I still understand what's going on. Can it be replayed in slow motion? Well, obviously it's not possible.
Song Jingshan seemed to see another confusion, and said something beside me: "With four ounces of strength, as long as you master the skill, no matter how strong the force is, you can resolve it. But since it is skill, it is just speculation, not what the real strong man can do."
The pursuit of true strength is to overwhelm him with one move with absolute speed and strength, which is also the absolute power of Kung Fu returning to its original nature after passing through techniques."
Okay, I listened in a daze, obviously I had been involved.
My senior brother said: "Think about it slowly, and you will understand. Now, go to him to fulfill your bet. If he refuses, then senior brother, I will beat him for you until he agrees."