Because, in this kind of unrestricted fighting, the criterion for judging victory or defeat is very simple. The one who is alive wins, and the one who falls and cannot get up again loses.
As soon as the gong sounded, the two boxers, who were completely locked in the steel fence, started to move.
It's not a martial arts competition. There is no greeting ceremony between the two sides at all. The strong Chinese boxer stares at his opponent with eyes like knives, his fists are placed in front of his chest one after another, and he circles slowly around the ring.
Start wandering.
The Muay Thai king made a weird starting position, leaning slightly forward, with his fists raised to shoulder level, shaped like a bow and arrow, his feet slightly bent and standing side by side, and moved slightly with the footsteps of Ma Teng who was circling around him.
Turning around, his eyes were fixed on Ma Teng's constantly moving feet.
The two of them moved and fell silent, but no one made the first move. This made the gamblers in the audience a little dissatisfied, and they started making noises one after another. Those who bought Ma Teng to win wished that Ma Teng could knock out the opponent who was already there with just a few kicks.
The outdated Muay Thai champion was kicked off the stage, and those who wanted to win the Muay Thai champion hoped that the Muay Thai champion would not be cowardly and attack quickly.
But the two of them were not moved by the noise off the court at all. One continued to circle around looking for the opponent's weaknesses, while the other stared at the opponent without making a move.
"Boss, I think our Chinese boxers are very good! You see, the Muay Thai boxer doesn't dare to move at all. He keeps staring at his feet. Damn, those legs are so thick. If he gets kicked, he will definitely lose half a foot.
Fate." Fan Ziran is a layman, but he still knows how to watch the excitement.
"Hey, Mr. Fan, let me introduce Chinese martial arts to you. Do you know why we in China like to talk about boxing and kicking Kung Fu? That's Kung Fu only when there are fists and feet. The kicking skills of this Mr. Wuying Divine Legs are pretty good.
, but his advantage is actually his shortcoming. He is very good at kicking, but his boxing skills are much worse.
If he meets someone who is not as good as him, his legs are enough to handle everything, and there is no need for punches at all. If he meets someone who is equal to him, then he will lose most of the time. I am afraid that the one he lost was because a boxer could resist it.
His legs were used to solve the fight with punches, and he was also very smart. When he knew that his leg skills were ineffective, he immediately gave up, otherwise he would have been beaten into pieces by others." Liu Lang said with a chuckle.
Zhou Dapeng was stunned.
Who is this fellow next to him! He can even see this? The information does say who this magic leg hero lost to, but it definitely doesn’t say how he lost. The reason why Ma Teng was defeated last time
He lost to a Turkish wrestler because that wrestler was too durable. He used his body to withstand Ma Teng's legs, which could break the stakes, and then used close wrestling to subdue him. Ma Teng almost
He voluntarily admitted defeat the moment his body was pressed down, and was lucky enough not to suffer any serious injuries.
However, one failure was not enough to erase Zhou Dapeng's admiration for this kicking expert. Americans, British, Japanese, and Brazilians were all defeated by him.
At this moment, an equally young waiter quickly ran over and whispered a few words to Zhou Dapeng. Zhou Dapeng's face suddenly turned ugly.
"What's wrong, little fellow?" Liu Lang noticed the abnormality in Zhou Dapeng's face and asked curiously.
"Ahem, Brother Liu, a few customers over there complained about you, saying that you kept talking and affected their viewing of the fighting match. How about, Brother Liu, let's go over there. The location is good and there are not many people.
A little, do you think?" Zhou Dapeng glanced over there angrily, and explained in a low voice with some embarrassment.
"Damn it, he's the one who dares to sneer in front of Mr. Liu, let's see how I and the others go to kill him." When Young Master Fan heard this, he was a little furious.
Although Young Master Fan bows down in front of Liu Lang, it is because Liu Lang convinces him, but Young Master Fan is also a super rich second generation at heart. Even in the United States, the money in his pocket is enough to kill 100%.
Ninety-five Americans.
Moreover, even if Young Master Fan gets angry, he is still very wise. He never prepares to go alone. Instead, he and his brothers go together. With Boss Liu and Big Man Chen around, Young Master Fan is never afraid of challenging anyone, even those in the field.
He is not afraid of the masters either.
Liu Lang followed Zhou Dapeng's gaze and saw several oriental faces in plaid suits appeared in front of him. His eyes narrowed slightly and he asked, "Who is from Asia?"
"It seems that they are Japanese people who are underserved." Zhou Dapeng said quickly.
Liu Lang's eyes suddenly became a little stern, but his face was grinning brightly. He patted his American cousin who was a little restless and hadn't spoken much: "Xiao Luozi, go and tell those little devils
, He said that the Chinese uncle is here and won’t leave. If you have the ability, come here and challenge him. If you don’t have the ability, don’t be ridiculous. Just sit there and drink mamasang’s milk.”
The American cousin's face suddenly looked like he had been stepped on. He was completely treated like a younger brother! However, the suddenly arrogant CEO Liu made the American cousin's heart tremble suddenly. No matter how unhappy he was,
He didn't have the courage to resist. It was as if that fat white man who looked harmless contained a man-eating ferocious beast. He even smelled a terrible smell of blood.
And all of this was caused by those hateful Japanese.
The American cousin stood up, walked a few meters away and sprayed American-style anger at a few Japanese who were at a loss. The faces of the Japanese who were still proud just now were sprayed green, but they did not dare to jabber anymore.
What's wrong?
The so-called Great Japanese Empire is really not enough in front of the United States. Every Japanese knows this very well.
"Did you see, little fellow, this is called not learning swords and guns, but only learning "cheapness"? When you meet a Japanese, just go up and fuck him without anything else, and he will give up." Seeing that the foreign boy is very effective, Liu Lang turned around
Go too far and educate the young Chinese folks.
"I've learned, I've learned." Zhou Dapeng nodded vigorously like a chicken pecking at rice.
To be honest, if those Japanese people didn't have a special relationship today, they wouldn't be able to get in through this door. During this period, various reports about the photo of seven women from China made Chinatown abuzz. There were no Japanese at all.
Dare to come to Chinatown, where Chinese people gather, let alone here. But he doesn't have time to explain this to Liu Lang now.
The two boxers, who had been facing each other in the middle of the field, took action.
The Chinese boxer, who had been circling around looking for loopholes in his opponent, slipped his feet and circled behind the Muay Thai king as fast as lightning. Without moving his upper body at all, he made a "whoosh" sound with his right foot and launched a side whip kick to the right side of the Muay Thai king.
Temple.
The name of the Shadowless Divine Leg is indeed not for nothing. The kick is as fast as lightning. Because the speed is so fast, it actually produces a sound of breaking through the air, as if the air in front of him is torn with one leg.
"GOOD!" A loud cheer came from the audience. The sound was so loud that it almost lifted the roof.
This sound reminded Liu Lang of a domestic basketball league he had watched in time and space, but the audience here was much more excited than in the basketball gym. The men who were well-dressed just now stood up, and shouted with all their strength, flushed in the face, no
Several American women also raised their arms in an imageless manner and screamed at the top of their lungs.
Because once the Chinese boxer with the most bets wins, it will mean a lot of money.
The Muay Thai king moved, instead of moving forward, he stepped back. He took a small step back, narrowly avoiding the opponent's side-sweeping kick.
One kick was in the air, but the Chinese boxer did not pause. His right foot was still in the air, and his left foot rose into the air. He turned around and kicked behind him. He was as fast as lightning and as graceful as a swimming dragon. His posture was extremely beautiful.
This completely raised the emotions of the audience outside the stadium to its peak, and the cheers increased by another decibel.
Liu Lang shook his head slightly. The reason why this kick is also called the Mandarin Duck Kick is because his legs are kicking in succession. One kick goes away, and the other kick comes again. It is endless and makes people extremely difficult to resist. It is regarded as one of the most popular Chinese martial arts.
One of the most powerful leg skills.
It's a pity that although the leg skills of Chinese boxers are considered good, they are still far from the peak of kicking. The real master of kicking has a record of being able to kick eighteen legs in the air without landing due to the opponent's blocking power. But this is not the case.
At this time, his opponent did not resist at all, and always took advantage of the slightest opportunity to retreat and dodge.
Occasionally, he would cross his arms to block a kick, which would only use the force to get him out of the Chinese boxer's attack range faster. In Liu Lang's view, the Chinese boxer was actually not far away from defeat.
But the laymen in the audience didn't know that cheers could be heard as the Chinese boxers kept kicking. In their view, with such a huge advantage, it was difficult not to win.