[When we are with friends, we can take off our clothes, but we must wear armor when going into battle]
[——Lu Xun]
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[part1——outthefog·Out of the fog]
The hot wind from the lava river blew against the warriors' cheeks.
The dust of the story has settled, and the blood in my chest is hard to cool down.
A customary show from the Mimir Hot Spring Fair will be performed at the Bacchus Festival.
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Separated by a railway.
Wen Bucai and Victor looked at each other from a distance.
Two men, two guns.
A bet.
A duel.
Victor covered his chin, lowered his head and thought: "Wait for the next bus."
Wen Bucai hugged each other and smiled brightly: "Are you serious?"
Victor: "The last time I was beaten to the ground by you was one hundred and sixty-four years ago. To be precise, it was a gentle and sunny day in the golden autumn of October, in the home of the Perfume Bottle Gang, the shopping mall.
Inn, you mistook me for a sorcerer and knocked sixteen teeth out of my mouth - just because little Jack was fascinated by my book. When he was reading "The Romance of Dragons", he broke into
Go into my study and peek at my manuscripts like a maniac."
Wen Bucai: "Hahahahahahahahahaha!"
Victor: "I hold a grudge very much, and I always remember it! It has been so long, and now I have the slightest doubt that you are stronger than me!"
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Romantic people are waiting for the train.
Although it kind of ruins the atmosphere——
——But Ms. Bloodhound went crazy and put a thick Kevlar body vest on her employer and a three-stage headband on Victor.
Victor: "You think I will lose?"
Bloodhound: "No, no, no! I don't mean that!"
Victor: "You think I will lose? I use words as bullets! You must answer me with precise and deadly language!"
Bloodhound: "We are with friends, we can take off our clothes, but we have to wear armor when going into battle!"
Victor compromised, "Okay."
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Wen Bucai threw m00 to Victor.
He only has a thick fire suit, which is fireproof, but not bulletproof.
Victor caught the heavy hand cannon.
Wen Bucai said: "You are left-handed, don't you think I'm bullying you?"
Victor replied: "I use the bow left and right when working. I can write with both hands. They are equally flexible."
The two men rotated the cylinder and checked the status of the bullet and firearm.
His hands dropped naturally, waiting for the roar of the train.
At this moment, the knights' tournament is about to begin.
Victor explained the details: "The moment the train left, one or two people fell."
Wen Bucai asked about the bet: "How about some lottery?"
Victor: "I want your diary! Empty all the stories in your head and turn them into my works!"
Wen Bucai: "I advise you to stop gambling."
Victor: "As a bargaining chip of equal value, if I lose, I will buy you three new motorcycles."
Wen Bucai: "What model?"
Victor: "Honda Golden Wing touring motorcycle, Suzuki Hayabusa racing motorcycle. If you are not satisfied and want to be a veteran, there are also three Harley models that have been used for a century, for you to choose from."
Wen Bucai: "Are you ready to take the gun?"
Victor: "Didn't you just advise me to stop gambling?"
Wen Bucai: "People always have to defeat their immature selves, just like the path of evolution."
Victor: "The way you find excuses to go to the gambling table turns you into a literary person."
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More than fifty meters apart, the good brothers from Guangling Zhixi were still gathering at the inn to celebrate the perfect ending of the hunt.
Many Redstone people had long been aware of this VIP gunfight, and excitedly hid in the wall station, shining all their searchlights on the two knights.
Meteor suddenly stood up and casually tore up the scavenger's tattered clothes: "Ladies! Gentlemen!——"
The waiter secretly handed a microphone to Ah Xing, pulled the audio cable to the quick response train that had stopped in Guangling, and enthusiastic announcements began to be heard from the broadcasting station.
"I am your new friend! My name is Stepe, which is Stepe from Strider. But this matter is not important. Have you seen the French opera "Rock et rouge"? There is also Gerald Nimo who comes up to warm up the scene.
I want to give you a brief introduction."
"Look at Black! Black is the dragon-slaying hero from the Mimir Hot Spring Market. He is wearing a fire suit. I believe that if he can keep wearing his clothes in such a hot weather, he must be holding back the fire!
You may have heard of his name a long time ago. He lost his stones and sticks, and even his memory." Ah Xing gripped the microphone tightly and roared unwillingly, "Just like the scavengers who lost their stones and sticks,
Like you, he can fight the treasure-keeping dragon in his heart."
"loe!——"
Hongshi is buzzing with people and people are coming and going.
"joe!——"
Scavengers keep coming and going.
The meteor climbed up the observation station and then pointed in the red direction.
"The red party is also from Mimir Hot Spring Market. You must know this person very well! He is a modern modern crusader, a sultry magazine darling, his dancing skills and calligraphy are equally sexy, whether he is a passenger or traveling to and from various stations
, travelers who measure railroads with their feet must have seen this name, David Victor, in the Sun-Times."
Meteor was ruthless and used spicy words when evaluating his teachers.
"The street stall literature he writes will not reject any readers, tease you, and ask you to open your heart, and you will surely gain wonderful adventures!"
Whistles, screams.
There are also fierce drum beats that encourage people to fight with a meat hammer on a cutting board, and a long Mongolian tune that sounds like ocean waves with a primitive growl.
Like a pot of boiling water, people gathered around the duel site.
The train emerged from the gap in the tundra rift valley far away——
--at the same time.
Jiang Xueming and Jason are still competing.
They drove the truck into the wilderness.
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Two dump truck riders are competing in driving skills, inspiration and perception, and driving route planning in the dark.
Amidst the roar of the gasoline engine, the blood and flesh of the front nose steel shovel are the medals of knighthood.
The score comes [11:33]
It can be seen from Jason's embarrassed expression and the cold sweat on his face - Xueming is really hardworking and attentive in practicing the dump truck.
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The train passed through Hang Hau Station smoothly.
It stirs up strong winds and demonstrates the incredible power of the great machine production in human history.
The power of pyroxene exploded and roared in the engine, and the steel wheels were like blood-red beast pupils.
Pink steam floated to the ceiling of the cavity, and condensation water with the smell of engine oil and earth fell down.
Unfamiliar faces disappeared in a blink of an eye, perhaps they were all people who had no chance of meeting each other in this life and would see them again in the next life.
The passengers in the car looked out the window curiously, while the flight attendant patiently explained the customs and customs of Mimir Hot Spring Market.
The spectators on both sides of the road were prepared early, without saying a word, with their eyes wide open. They used various protective gears and iron pots to protect their vitals. They took off their hot coats and put on cold armor. They were afraid of the bone-crushing bullet belts produced in the duel.
Live your own unlucky life.
Under the powerful suspension bridge effect, the pressure of inspiration increases step by step.
A pair of strange men and women suddenly kissed passionately, trying to use the instinct of love at first sight to resist the fear in their hearts.
The cheers only lasted a short moment.
It's just the moment when people see lovers finally get married.
At this moment——
——Ms. Bloodhound is so jealous that she becomes crazy and twisted to the point of deformation.
Whether on stage or off stage.
Or the unlucky ghosts behind the bloodhounds, the six Skull and Bones ministers, the six people who make dirty money. They all stretched their necks with inexplicable excitement, asking the Lapis Guards to move a few steps away and not to block it.
This is a good show.
With just a punch and a kick, these middlemen in Mimir Hot Spring who only make dirty money will immediately feel aggrieved.
"If you don't let me, don't let me...don't hit me..."
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The waiter had just reluctantly opened a new page on the scoreboard.
[:]
The employer had lost miserably, but it was not over yet. She secretly prayed that the jackal would not be ignorant and would take the initiative to put the dog's head under the wheel on the way back, so that Mr. Jason could regain some face.
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The moment the train leaves—
——The strong wind brought up the billowing dust and sand.
The incarnation of the spirit comes in response to the master's call.
The devil breathed out flames in the thick smoke.
The black fins glowed with a faint blue light and disappeared in the fog.
The chaotic fist shadows brought out six gunshots that could burst eardrums!
The detonation caused by the bullet stirred up the smoke into fist-sized holes.
The result has no suspense——
——Victor lost!
The huge kinetic energy of the .50 Magnum bullet knocked him into the air, and the bullet-proof steel plate and the soul were cracked together. He was like a rubber ball, and his chest, abdomen and thighs were shot continuously, and the thick armor shattered him
bones, and the bullets sent him flying backwards.
Before Victor landed.
Wen Bucai rushed out of the thick fog and grabbed Victor's little cloth boots tightly.
Like playing with a doll, he straightened Victor upright and then presented him with the panacea and steamed buns.
I took the time to reach out and catch the m00 in my left hand, it just fell.
Wen Bucai said: "The excuses you make for eating are all kinds of things. You are so artistic and talented."
Victor's face was gloomy, and the door to death was wide open at the moment when his soul power was shattered. He still couldn't believe that the same adult butterfly that had transformed six times would have such a huge difference in power when it fluttered its wings in a duel.
He swallowed the steamed dumplings and injected himself with the panacea to regain some strength and cheer up. He also said harshly, "Just think that I'm trying to give you a motorcycle in some other way."
Wen Bucai hugged Victor tightly: "I love you! More than marriage!"
Victor's face turned livid: "No... let go... you let go... my ribs are broken... I just healed..."
Wen Bucai: "Are you kidding? You lied to me?"
"Are your ears deaf?! Crack! You can't hear it with such a loud sound? Do you think I'm a dragon...cough cough cough..." Victor coughed softly, smelling blood from his throat:
"The bone pierced...the alveoli...I want coffee...give me coffee..."
Wen Bucai: "..."
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A duel is over——
——Another duel has just begun.
From the scene where two VIPs were shooting each other, the scattered bullets blew the head of an unlucky wolfdog.
Its body rolled among the rocks in the tundra and hit the front shovel of Xueming's truck.
Jason immediately shouted over the radio: "This point doesn't count!"
Xueming: "I listen to you, it doesn't count."
The two returned to the market at Hang Hau Station and parked the blood-stained truck.
The score of the wolf hunting competition finally stayed at [3:6]
-- ended with Jason Meagan's fiasco.
The Dacian man was so angry that he thought to himself.
[I don’t have much talent in driving, so I have to find another way! I’ve never seen this guy’s shooting technique. How about trying a gun fight?]
to be honest--
——Jason has indeed never seen Jiang Xueming shoot. Even in the hotbed, the moment Jiang Xueming used the warhead vortex of the Blood Wolf Eye to intercept the flying stone bone fragments, Jason was in a coma. When shooting in coordination with Wen Bucai,
Jason was not present at all, nor did he have a radio, nor did he know how terrifying Jiang Xueming's understanding of [White Prostitution Martial Arts] was.
Jiang Xueming had no expression on his face, focusing entirely on the truck.
He thought carefully.
[Its frame should be made of chromium-molybdenum alloy, which is very heavy. Generally, rally cars use this metal to make roll cages. I'm thinking that if I have my own girlfriend in the future... oh no, a dump truck.
Don't give her a medical cosmetic surgery, it must be done. This car is too difficult to drive, and simple lightweighting will definitely not work. The balance of the entire car is very important...]
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[part——tandground·stand your ground]
"Hey!" Jason grabbed Jiang Xueming's clothes: "What are you thinking? Why are you laughing? Are you laughing at me?"
Jiang Xueming quickly explained: "I think of happy things."
Jason was angry: "Am I happy if I win?"
Jiang Xueming: "No...I just thought about this car..."
Jason: "It's not over yet! It's not over yet! Let's compete with each other! I must beat you!"
The waiter was filled with questions as he listened, "Employer, do you think your life is too long?"
Jiang Xueming took out the battle master and said, "Alright."
Jason took out the Rhino Revolver.
Thirty seconds later——
——It’s so fast, no atmosphere group is needed at all.
They didn't even discuss the bet——
——It’s already over!
Bu Liuxing, the announcer, only said something in his spare time, without any emotion at all, it was all about technique.
"Classmate Jiang Xueming from who knows what branch used the Expelliarmus spell to defeat classmate Jason who didn't even use the spell from who knows what branch. It's wonderful."
The whole process was so intense that even a shooting star wouldn't be able to ignite——
——It was too fast, almost a one-sided crushing.
The Rhino revolver in Jason's hand hadn't been lifted yet, and the speed of firing the gun was already a step slower. When he raised the muzzle of the gun, the weapon in his hand had turned into parts, turned into flying knives, and pierced Kev.
He pulled it into the bulletproof insert and blasted him until his legs became weak.
His fingers were covered with bruises and cuts, and Jason gritted his teeth in pain.
Frustration after setback, blow after blow.
He couldn't imagine how ruthless Jiang Xueming was, to have such a strong will to fight and be able to destroy the enemy's fangs and teeth in an instant.
He had to adopt a gentle approach, so as not to make the process of deciding the winner so violent and sudden, and lose in the first round.
"Come boxing! Let's go to the ring! Jiang Xueming!"
Then the Dacian man took off his bulletproof vest, took off his vest and shirt, revealing his well-proportioned muscular body.
He is not strong, and his physical body is considered excellent. This body can carry him climbing rocks and mountains, but it is far behind compared to Bu Meteor.
Jiang Xueming took off his molle and unzipped his spiritual clothes. He went to the enthusiastic Yizhan Market to get two pairs of gloves and protective straps.
Waiter: "Are you really serious? My employer..."
Jason turned around and asked: "What's wrong? In your opinion, my invitation to a duel is a life-and-death thing? Don't you know that the sky is the limit?"
The little waiter pursed his lips and suddenly laughed.
Her smile is beautiful, like a sour plum candy, very sweet.
"Your inspiration should be much stronger than mine. When facing Mr. Jiang Xueming, I can't think of any idea of fighting him - I'm not trying to make fun of you in a roundabout way. A brave man draws his sword against the strong!
You now make me feel very at ease, your will is indestructible and unbreakable."
Jason smiled happily and rubbed the little waiter's head.
"Waiting for the good news of my victory!"
The little waiter nodded vigorously: "Yes!"
Jason: "On the contrary, I want to ask you, are you serious when you are cheering me on and swallowing saliva at someone's abs and mermaid line?"
The little waiter frowned as if the villain was the first to complain: "Employer, it's time for you to take some exercise - if you want me and Marilyn Monroe to wear the same style of skirt, who should you look at?"
Jason thought carefully: "Look at you."
The little waiter took a deep breath, straightened his extended head, and scratched his head, unable to think or figure it out - finally he found an intriguing little emotion in the chestnut hair, and said nothing more.
talk.
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The military station's food bags and walls were used as basic materials, and a simple canvas arena was built.
The scavengers took off their patched clothes and twisted them into ropes.
I got damaged train pipes from my good brother in Guangling, wrapped them in thick cold-proof wool, and turned them into four-cornered pillars that boxers could rely on.
There is also the Stonemasons' logo on the canvas blanket. It is a bright red millstone and carving knife.
It is a symbol of food and craftsmen, and the people living here are very capable.
Whether it's making tools or fighting and hunting.
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The searchlight of fob radio station was focused again, and the two boxers appeared on the stage.
Bu Meteor was at the best viewing point, and ghosts began to scream at the high point of the observation station.
"Taking the entrance of the Tundra Mine to the north, and in the southwest corner of the arena, is the red side of this triathlon duel - his name is Jiang Xueming."
"What is a triathlon, you ask? Driving and hunting, competing with guns, and finally putting on protective gear and taking off your clothes, and having a huge collision! This is the triathlon at Mimir Hot Spring Market!"
"The blue player in the northeast corner, his name is Jason Megan, is an experienced old passenger. According to the rule of best of three games, he has long swallowed the tears of failure, but this player is not that easy.
The one who was knocked down! He crawled back again and again from the hell of humiliation and failure——"
The waiter handed over a small note at the right time.
Bu Liuxing took the note and read it.
"The blue boxer is 188 centimeters tall and weighs 77 kilograms. His wingspan is much longer than Jiang Xueming. In the boxing match, he is several weight classes ahead of his opponent. According to
According to normal boxing rules, this is an extremely unfair fight. For Jiang Xueming, he can give up the fight."
Jiang Xueming raised his fists and assumed a fighting posture.
Bu Liuxing cheered: "I have never seen Brother Ming with such an enthusiastic spirit! He didn't refuse! Then just follow the rules of Mimir Hot Spring Market! There is no referee, no turn system, no points and invalid strikes——
In the boxing ring, only the chin is fair."
"Everyone's chin is so fragile. Even with a punch of seventy pounds, as long as the chin is hit at the right angle, the brain will shake and the body will faint and fall to the ground."
Bu Liuxing stood up, clasped his arms, and shouted along with the cheers of the audience.
"The game begins and it's not over until one person falls!"
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In a boxing game where the winner is decided with both hands.
The first step is to determine the opponent's left fist, which is called the jab in boxing and the lead hand in martial arts fighting.
The left fist can reach the range, and the heavy blow of the back hand can immediately follow.
At this moment——
——Jason’s left arm has a natural advantage over Jiang Xueming.
He was almost two offensive positions ahead of Xueming, constantly testing with sharp jabs, and gently tapping his opponent's side arm, trying to block Jiang Xueming's path.
His face was stern, his ears were listening and his eyes were looking in all directions.
Bu Liuxing squatted on the commentary table at the right time, observing the color of the two people's muscles.
"The red side is observing the blue side's wingspan. This is a trick commonly used by Brother Ming. The one who hits will consume more physical energy than the one who is beaten - what should we do? Jason! Let me remind you, Brother Ming
His punch speed is 18.7. If you let him get into your arms, you will never be able to withstand his dense attacks, because I have tried the pain of that combination of punches with my body!"
Before he finished speaking——
——Xue Ming changed his pace.
He started bouncing, consuming more energy, and began to exchange forward and reverse stances, trying to change the rhythm of his opponent's jab.
Jason was suddenly confused——
——The originally very regular pushing and slapping tried to push the short Jiang Xueming out of the range of his arms.
Now the little dwarf's alternating steps are like dancing.
When my heart becomes confused, my fists also become confused.
The feeling of emptying the fist with the front hand is very uncomfortable, like trying to catch the driftwood in the sea. The feeling of peace of mind is gone, and I can't keep up with the opponent's pace at all!
Continuous thrusts from the arm were thrown out.
Leaving sweat in the air and a loud sound of wind.
The opponent in front of Jason, Jiang Xueming——
——This cold and ruthless face, the edge of the blue glove lightly scratched, bringing up a little bit of blood, just a hair's breadth away.
His left arm was like a spring that stretched and contracted. Jason moved step by step and pursued at the same time.
"Snapped--"
The clear sound of the slap brought blood. Xueming's eyes could catch this kind of soft and weak fist without any support, and he could slap it away.
The right arm that had been hidden in the dark was lurking. Jason couldn't control the impatience in his heart and wanted to use a wide range of hooks and punches to catch the nimble opponent!
Jiang Xueming: "Come on!"
Jason was stunned: "What do you mean!?"
Jiang Xueming: "Literally."
An indescribable feeling of shame came over me.
Jason's emotions were ignited in an instant——
——He no longer takes a step back! He doesn’t want to take a step back!
Continuous and rapid offensive attacks followed.
Jason used all his strength, but became more and more frightened.
The black-haired young man was swinging in a low position with his head protected, like an irregular pendulum.
The arm rubbed against his hair and forehead, and passed over the bright red gloves.
Jason's arms moved lower and lower.
Jiang Xueming almost crouched down to avoid almost all attacks, but occasionally he would not dodge the exhausted punches, using the thick flesh of his shoulders, neck and big arms to hold them down.
It wasn't until the sweat of the two of them soaked the millstone and the carving knife that Jason finally grasped the slightest chance of victory. He suddenly saw Jiang Xueming's eyes lose focus when he covered his face with his arms! It was a gap in defense, and it was death.
Where is the door!
The punch came down suddenly!
At that moment——
——Jason lost consciousness.
He only felt that his cheek was hit hard by a cow.
But the audience in the audience could see it clearly.
The red boxer is like a skilled hunter——
——As if fighting a strong beast.
Waiting for the moment when the beast is exhausted, the hunter shows a slight illusion of lack of strength.
The beast then pounced on him, exposing the door of death in his heart!
"Jason counterattacked! This punch was solid!" Bu Liuxing saw it clearly: "Just when he was about to punch and hit with a straight punch! The red side's left arm from bottom to top caught the attacker's arm.
Right arm! Use your fist from outside the elbow and peck Lan Fang on the face!"
Jason's legs were trembling, almost instinctively driving him to maintain the hug posture and protect his head.
Jiang Xueming's punches were very fast, like machine gun fire, constantly hitting Jason's lower belly, hoping to find a flaw in his head!
Bu Liuxing: "I can hold it! Blue Fang has protected his vitals! But can he bear the pain of the liver and kidneys in his belly? As long as you lower your posture, bend over and let go to protect your belly! Brother Ming will definitely give you his fist.
on your face! Stand your ground!"
Jason wanted to fight back.
Bu Liuxing: "Be careful! Jason!"
Xueming's just-raised arm was met with sharp and swift jabs, and his counterattack attempts were completely nipped in the cradle at the initial stage.
This is the fighting and fighting technique created by intercepting the opponent's attack, and it is also the true meaning of Jeet Kune Do.
Jason's face turned livid, and every blow from his waist and abdomen was not very powerful.
However, like a drop of water piercing the stone——
——These fists landed accurately on his most uncomfortable and weak abdomen again and again.
Grit your teeth——
——Jason Megan!
He thought so, but still only protected his chin and cheekbones.
Time and time again I wanted to fight back at such a close distance——
——That's impossible, I can't even stretch my arms.
Continuously escaping with body and footwork, the quality of Jiang Xueming's fists also declined along with this chase!
It is impossible for him to maintain such high-frequency and high-quality offense all the time!
Listen carefully! Listen carefully! Jason!
Listen carefully...
Listen to his breathing! Look at the luster of his muscles!
As long as he stops, it's my turn!
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The audience under the ring was so excited that they didn’t dare to take a breath——
——They have never seen such a calm and rational fight.
The red and blue sides are choosing their positions in a regular manner, using their bodies to measure the distance between the ring and their opponents. It is the most thrilling moment to hit the ropes!
Because both parties knew each other's punching power, the only unknown factor was how much strength the rope woven from scavenger clothing could add to the body.
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When Jiang Xueming was about to run out of energy, he stopped pursuing and his head tilted.
The torso couldn't keep up with the nerve reflexes. Almost at the same time, Jason's jab that could scratch people's skin came again!
To be honest, Xueming didn't expect that this green gold old man would have such a strong will to fight. This kind of pain on Meteor's body would also make him bend over in pain, exposing his chin and exposing the door to death.
It’s great that you still have the energy to fight back!
"Very good..."
Jiang Xueming spoke involuntarily, and was pushed out of the attack range by the continuous combination of punches. He calmly adjusted his breathing and gait.
Jason Megan's eyes were blank and he was breathing heavily.
Xueming didn't pursue him. He could see that it was a form of mimicry——
——Similar to his previous imitation of exhaustion, Jason was luring him into the hunting ground.
The northwest corner is the leeward side for Jason. I am going to attack with my fists in response to the cold wind in the north. If I am fooled by this low-level trick, I am afraid that I will really be worn out by Jason's sharp left fist.
Light physical strength.
"Great! Jason Megan!" Jiang Xueming took a full four seconds to adjust. He felt the burning pain in his hands, the mechanical fatigue from the continuous punches, and the blood on his arms and cheeks, which made him feel a sense of rationality.
The beauty said, "It's so great to meet you! Come on!"
Jason looked disappointed, and the soles of his feet in his leather shoes suddenly pressed against the floor, preparing to exert force.
"I am a lucky person. If I want to be an armadillo hunter, my first prey will be you. This is really lucky for me. Did I come around in such a big circle?"
"Yeah." Jiang Xueming was ready for the attack: "The shortcut is the long way around."
The two of them have more than half of their physical strength. If they continue to fight like this.
There's no way to end the game - there's no way for one of them to fall.
There is only one way - give up defense and fight each other, let your fists do the talking.
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Next, there is a brawl that has no technical value and does not require any explanation from Bu Liexing.
The sound of cars roaring came from the tundra, and the hunting team of the Dionysus Festival set off from the market and rushed into the dark wilderness.
The members of the Red Rock Rock Band came on stage and drove off-road vehicles to hunt. From time to time, they would look into the distance and see the two fighting beasts in the ring, sweating and sweating.
Thousands of creatures are like stars on the earth. They each have their own abilities. Each one blooms with the energy of life in the sound of gunfire, or turns into dust and becomes a part of Mimir again.
Warm cheers and sad cries all merged into one.
It was the people who had regained their inspiration and reluctantly returned the sticks in their hands to the young passengers.
Xueming and Jason pumped their fists slower and slower.
The red and blue fists were entangled and hit the cheek at the same time.
The soft flesh of their facial features was trembling, and the shock of the brain involved the spinal nerves, causing the body to tremble.
Like spring thunder, containing infinite vitality——
-It's getting louder and louder.
The desolate north wind cannot extinguish these two flames.
The high-temperature water mist bursting out from their bodies gradually gathered into a spiritual cloud on the ring.
My wrist bones are aching, what should I do?
——The answer is only thunderous punches.
"boom--"
Hit each other, hit each other again and again.
The little waiter said nothing under the ring.
Bu Liuxing clenched his fists on the sentry post.
Victor: "It's very similar to..."
Wen Bucai: "Like a butterfly flapping its wings."
"Jiang Xueming...one of my eyes is swollen." Jason was beyond recognition: "I can't calculate the distance. Maybe the next confrontation will be the final round..."
There weren't many injuries on Xueming's face, but judging from his weight and total body fat, Jason Megan's health bar was too long.
"It's too fast..." Jiang Xueming said with a bit of regret: "It's an honor to play against you, but it's too fast."
"Your fists are really weird..." There was blood and tears on Jason's face: "It seems like every time, I just need to take one more step, use just one more force, and I can catch you... It seems like as long as I take another step, I can catch you...
If you grit your teeth and persist for a while, and if the quality of your step-up punches is higher, I can knock you down."
Jiang Xueming raised his arms: "Well, in the ring, you are a very good fighter."
Jason raised his arms: "As vicious as a wasp, it hurts me to death... It wants to wake me up from the muddy quagmire, but when I breathe hard, I feel that I am alive and living very happily. This eye
It became swollen, my inspiration was not so sharp, and my nerve endings gradually calmed down. I couldn't tell the distance from your arm, and then I felt - it's great, it's so great to meet you."
The two stepped forward at the same time, sprinting towards each other.
"Jason!"
"Jiang Xueming!"
Strength has nothing to do with the battle cry. He just wants to use the anger and passion in his heart to drain the last bit of energy from his body.
In the end, there is no winner or loser in this boxing match.
The sticky sweat and blood hung on the canvas, causing them to slip together and no longer have the strength to get up.
They lay sprawled out and developed symptoms of rhabdomyolysis.
A bucket of cold water was poured on it to wash away the dirt on the ring.
Meteor and the little waiter pulled their partners off the ring, and immediately other people wanted to go up and compete.
Jason was confused: "Did I win?"
The waiter wiped the snot from his employer's face, but he didn't have time to wipe the snot from his own face and just made fun of him.
"How did you win? Get up! Employer! It's still early! Look at your face! You lost your appearance when you got into the boxing ring, but you still lose your appearance when you come down! Your face is still clean.
, look at your face, ouch, ouch, ouch..."
Jason: "Fortunately, I have a good brain, hahahahaha!"
The little waiter wondered: "Does boxing require brains?"
Bu Liuxing: "He means that he has a strong head!"
Little waiter: "Hahahahahaha!"
Everyone looked at Jiang Xueming.
Xueming was already overtired and completely fell asleep——
——The little waiter was still a little worried, because Xueming's legs were still twitching unconsciously, and so were her arms.
"What's going on? Is there something wrong with my typing? I saw those frogs who had their heads chopped off were shaking like this! Is your friend okay?!"
Meteor didn't see anything strange, and suddenly became nervous.
Jason's observation skills are very keen and he understands clearly.
"It's subject two. My legs are pressing the clutch and my hands are shifting gears."