But this time, Li Xia somewhat adapted to the opponent's rhythm, or guessed the opponent's attack method. Although Big L's low sweep was very fast, Li Xia raised his knees to block and blocked it.
But the force was not released, and the violent impact hit Li Xia's calf with a "bang", which was still very painful and burning.
Taking advantage of Big L's stiffness behind his legs, Li Xia followed up with a blow and threw it with a fist, but Big L dodged it by diving down and jumped back two steps to distance himself.
Li Xia just wanted to take a breath and slow down, but he didn't expect that the big L on the opposite side suddenly changed its line, turned to Li Xia's right side and swept his leg again, but this time it was slightly raised, and it was a mid-sweep!
With a bang, this leg hit Li Xia's weak spot directly.
hiss!
Li Xia took a breath of air. The pain was like many insects burrowing into his heart and lungs. He took two steps back before he could hold himself back.
Subconsciously, he took another seven or eight steps back, trying to escape from Big L's attack range.
Big L did not retract his legs quickly and continue to pursue. Instead, he put his whipped leg on the concrete floor. He stayed still for a few seconds and then slowly and steadily retracted his whipped right leg.
, stand sideways.
Although there was no audience present, Big L's actions were obviously for the viewers who were watching through the live broadcast room on the Internet.
If Li Xia hadn't been the target of his whipping, he wouldn't have been able to say it, but he would have had some pretty good kicking skills.
Big L, who re-arranged his fighting posture, smiled coldly and raised his chin slightly.
At this moment, Li Xia realized that this match was basically an exhibition match, and he was just a moving target.
Its function is just like the boxing gloves on Big L's hand that he never swings out. It is one of the many tools used to attract the audience. The previous thought that the opponent would let loose or something was just Li Xia's own imagination.
This is good, at least he won't be killed instantly. If you grind slowly, there will always be a chance... Li Xia, who was aroused earlier, slowly calmed down after being whipped several times.
This time Big L didn't push forward, he just stood there and slowly turned in circles facing the four cameras. While turning, he continued to move his legs, performing low sweep, medium sweep and high sweep in sequence.
The left foot that was used as a support remained motionless, the upper body was slightly tilted, and the right foot was quickly lifted off the ground. First, the knee was suddenly raised above the waist, and then the calf was swept out quickly.
The whole movement is smooth and smooth, like a sharp blade unsheathed, splitting the air instantly, and the toes are like the tip of a sword. When it reaches the top of the high sweep, it is almost at the same height as Big L's head.
Sweep, turn, sweep, turn.
He knew that the opponent was showing off his strength and skills to the fans in the live broadcast room, but this kind of unscrupulous contempt during the game made Li Xia a little angry.
When Big L turned halfway, that is, when his back was completely exposed to Li Xia, Li Xia instantly activated and rushed over at a sprinting speed, hoping to directly hit Big L's back.
As a result, Big L seemed to have eyes in the back, and then he turned around and kicked Li Xia squarely in the abdomen.
Under the action of the forward force and the reaction force of the forward kick, Li Xia couldn't bear it any longer. He took a few steps back and fell directly to the ground. The air in his chest couldn't come up, and his whole body was instantly drained of energy.
Severe pain immediately swept through his body. Li Xia used his right hand to support himself and half sat up. He hugged his kicked abdomen tightly with his left hand and tried to breathe, but every breath of air he sucked into his mouth was painful.
Big L kept a relaxed and carefree smile, looking down at his opponent who was half lying on the ground in pain, with a hint of pride flashing in his eyes.
A circle of staff wearing Yasha masks gathered around in twos and threes. Tonight's game was as simple as expected, and there was no need for them to take action.
According to previous bare boxing matches, these yakshas have two functions.
First, exaggerated ghost masks can make the game more mysterious, thereby arousing tension and excitement in the audience; second, Yasha is responsible for ensuring the rules and order of the game, and also forcibly intervenes and quickly controls the players when they lose control.
scene.
But it's obvious that tonight's game was controlled very well by Big L. They didn't need to do any extra work at all. They just needed to be the atmosphere team with all their teeth and claws.
"Stand up." Big L looked down, crossed his chest with his gloved hands, and said in a cold voice, "Young man whose hair hasn't even grown yet, the game isn't over yet."
Li Xia gritted his teeth, held back the pain, and got up very slowly.
Why?
I just got hit three or four times and fell to the ground like a fool?
"Bah." Li Xia spat blood on the ground, wiped his mouth, and prepared to continue.
At this time, Big L suddenly got angry, and he rushed forward suddenly, and swept his foot low again. The end point of the arc trajectory was still the same place, Li Xia's calf.
Damn it, do this again!
This is too bullying!
This is clearly an insulting style of play. There is a way of kicking you like this. You know it, I know it, and the audience also knows it.
But, what can you do?
These thoughts only flashed through Li Xia's head. In reality, he clearly knew and clearly saw Big L's whip leg sweeping towards him.
But for some reason, he couldn't raise his knees to defend himself, so he could only watch helplessly as the whip hit his leg accurately.
boom!
Li Xia knelt on the ground again. At this moment, he no longer had the strength to roll around again. Although he couldn't see it, the sound of wind came again.
At this moment, I can hear it more clearly than when I was standing.
boom!
A slightly higher low sweep hit Li Xia's weak spot again.
Li Xia was kicked away, and then he felt his throat tighten, as if something was about to pour out, so he gritted his teeth and swallowed it.
With his limbs on the ground, Li Xia raised his head with difficulty, looking at Big L who was not breathing, he felt a little desperate and helpless in his heart.
The opponent had not used any punches yet, but only used a single whip leg. He was already beaten to the point of being unable to resist, without even the slightest resistance. In fact, he could not even touch Big L's trousers.
"Can't stand up anymore?" Big L, who had the upper hand, said sarcastically, "It's not even a minute, is it? You are such a sissy, how can you give birth to a son in the future?"
The young and energetic Li Xia was so aroused that he stood up unsteadily and used the back of his right hand wrapped in bandages to wipe his bloody lips hard.
He has been in a lot of fights since he has grown up, and has won and lost, but he has never encountered such a cowardly fighting style.
Why do we say that old gangsters won’t push young men to death when they fight? Because if they are provoked, they will really kill them, and they have no scruples.
At this moment, Li Xia, whose adrenaline was soaring, although his body had already been overwhelmed, mentally he was just getting started.
"now it's right."
The experienced Big L laughed: The audience hasn’t seen enough blood yet.