Zhang Xiaojing and Li Siye stood on the outside of the crowd and heard the Chang'an people talking around them. They heard that the man on the stage came to Chang'an with the Tuqi Shi delegation. He was a brave general named Tuqi Shi, and his name was Zazilie.
"This General Zha Yong has personally performed on the stage and can knock out a yak with one punch. He has now challenged the masters from various countries in the Western Region without losing. Now he comes to Chang'an because he wants to disgrace me as a warrior of the Tang Dynasty."
Li Siye and Zhang Xiaojing looked towards the stage and saw Nazaqi Lie standing with his hands folded on his chest, his dark yellow tendons bulging. It was obvious at a glance that he had received high-intensity fighting training or had experienced a series of death-fighting exercises.
growing up.
Zazilie was not good at speaking, so there was a Tuqishi who was proficient in Chinese beside the stage to invite the fight for him.
"This Zhaqile is our number one brave general in Tuqi Shi. He has defeated masters from Tubo, Uighur, Loulan, Khotan, Dashi, and other places. Now he comes to Chang'an, the imperial capital, to achieve the final goal in his life.
Dream, experience the style of the Tang Dynasty warriors!"
"The competition between the two sides only involves fists and feet, not weapons. After taking the stage, you are responsible for life and death, regardless of disability. As long as you fall to the ground, admit defeat, and fall outside the arena, you will be considered a loser. The winner will receive 10,000 yuan."
As soon as the Tuqishi finished speaking, a man jumped onto the ring and picked up the hem of his round-collar robe and tied it around his waist.
"A certain family has come to learn from you, the most brave general in Tuqi Shi."
The two of them bowed their hands to each other and started fighting. This man had a solid base and strong boxing skills. He may have practiced heavy weapons in the army, but also learned some wrestling and sumo wrestling skills.
Taking advantage of his flexible body, the man raised his legs and kicked him horizontally, but Zha Qinalie reached out to grab one of his feet. He jumped up with the other foot, kicked Zhaqinalie in the stomach, and broke away.
Then he fell to the ground. Zha Qile's body was really strong. After receiving such a heavy kick, his body only slightly shook and took half a step back. There was a burst of fierce applause and cheers from the audience.
There are stands around the ring, especially the protruding gallery on the second floor, which is divided into several boxes by gauze. Several ladies lean on the railings and look out. They are dressed in complicated and gorgeous clothes.
The overlap of skirts and shirts not only brings out the delicate beauty of the collarbone, but also the plump beauty of the body.
In the gallery facing the arena stood two young men, both wearing open-collared Hu clothes, with flowers, birds, fish and insects embroidered with gold thread on the dark clothes. One of them was a little older and his skin was slightly pale, giving him a gloomy look.
Feeling. Another handsome young man has red lips and white teeth, and his skin is crystal clear, as if it could be broken by a blow.
Behind the two young men stood two men wearing dark round-neck robes, wearing short turbans, black lipsticks and mustaches, with condensed eyes and hands behind their backs.
The gloomy-looking young master called the handsome young master Mei'er, but the other party called him brother. They should be a pair of brothers.
Brother A pointed at the ring below and said: "I know the one on the stage is Zhang Hua, the general of Jinwu Guard Youyi Mansion Guard, but unfortunately he may not be able to defeat this general."
Mei'er was not convinced: "I don't think this barbarian general is good at all. He is just a little stronger at most. How can I, the great general of the Tang Dynasty, be defeated by such a reckless man?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the man on the stage received a heavy punch from Zha Qinale on the chest, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Even if he had kicked his opponent three times just now, he could not compare with the power of this punch. Shimanjiang Shiman, a sudden knight,
His explosive power is astonishing, and he has no chance of winning if he persists.
This man took the initiative to admit defeat, turned around and walked off the stage, clutching his chest.
The young man with red lips and white teeth upstairs snorted in annoyance: "Chen Xuanli raised a bunch of useless things, you really deserve to die."
The young master with a gloomy expression smiled and shook his head: "It's not useless. Fighting with bare hands is not the strong point of our army. When it comes to weapons, Zhang Hua's sword technique and horizontal sword are both good. General Hu
How can we defeat him? Real fighting on the battlefield is nothing more than the use of weapons. Practicing bare-handed fists is ultimately useless."
"Father...Father is serious. Why did you agree to let this reckless man fight in Chang'an City? It's really..."
The gloomy young master smiled generously and fondly: "The Tuqishi envoy came to Chang'an this time to ask for surrender. Their great Khan Sulu is arrogant and good at fighting, and he does not take the Ashina royal family in his eyes at all. Such a show
Martial arts competitions are a bit of a show of force. But for my father, such fighting is just child's play. The visitors of the sudden cavalry delegation are guests, and of course they must be tolerant towards the guests. What can this barbarian general do if he wins, but loses?
So what if they win? If they win, they will surrender, and if they lose, they will surrender."
The anger on the handsome young man's face finally dissipated, and both of them looked downstairs at the ring.
The next few people who came on stage had a very high self-esteem before taking the stage. They took off their clothes and rolled up their sleeves. However, they couldn't last more than a few rounds and were knocked down or thrown off the stage.
One of the men, wearing a light white robe, had his wrist forcibly broken by Zaqile. He screamed in pain like a slaughtered pig, but no one stopped him. However, some foreigners shouted excitedly at the scene.
The man crawled out from the edge of the ring with cold sweat on his face. His wrist joints were swollen into blue balls, which were the torn blood vessels and blood accumulated there. Li Siye was stunned and frightened.
The further we go back in history, the darker it becomes. There is no referee on the stage, and the audience doesn't feel anything is wrong at all. It seems that you have to be mentally prepared to be disabled when you go on stage. This kind of competition is really damn dangerous.
Li Siye was itchy and confused at the same time. He wanted to finish the last boxing match successfully and satisfy his regret of not completing it; more importantly, winning an income of 10,000 yuan could solve his current financial dilemma.
.But such a cruel fighting style is too dangerous. Even if there is no referee, there is no protection, and there are no regulations to prevent the boxer from being injured. Even if he is beaten to death, no one will stop him.
He was used to playing games that were restricted by rules, so this kind of fight without rules made him full of expectations.
It is certain that Zazile has received high-intensity training or has been on the battlefield for a long time, but his training methods still have some flaws, and his body coordination and flexibility are not good. Perhaps this person deliberately ignored this one-sidedness. His only
His strengths are his explosive power and ability to punch hard.
Zhang Xiaojing saw that he was eager to try, and asked loudly against the noise of the crowd: "You want to go up and fight this? I advise you not to take risks. The Tuqi Shiren are brave and good at fighting, and are especially good at wrestling with their bare hands! Zaqile is the best among them!"
Don’t lose your limbs just because of a few dollars, it’s not worth it!”
Li Siye didn't speak. He wanted to take another look and study the opponent's fighting style. Usually before a match, he would spend several weeks watching videos of his opponent's past matches. Now that he didn't have this condition, he could only watch Zazile fight twice more.
field and learn as much as possible about your opponent.
Zazile won a great victory, and every person on the field could not last more than five minutes under his fists. He raised his fists and knocked on his bulging chest muscles, and the arrogance and willfulness on his face never diminished.
"Iguala Guchi!"
The Hu translator stood aside and said loudly: "There is no one in the Tang Dynasty!"
The gloomy young master's face twitched slightly, and he turned his head slightly and asked the entourage behind him: "Cao Jue, can you move Na Zhaqile?"
A man with an octagonal beard bowed hesitantly, crossed his arms, and said, "I can go down and try it."
"Go ahead and be careful."
"Here," Cao Jue bowed and retreated, but suddenly turned forward and jumped over the railing. He reached out and grabbed the red silk hanging from the roof beam, and fell from the sky to the ring.
This move immediately aroused cheers from the surrounding spectators. Not to mention his strength, the way he came out was indeed impressive.
Cao Jue lifted up the front and back of his round-collared robe and tied it around his waist, revealing his short trousers and black leather boots. He stretched out his palms, bowed his horse, faced Zazilie from afar, and hummed:
"The most brave general in Tuqishi? You dare to come to my territory in Chang'an to set up a ring. Let's see if Grandpa doesn't beat you down today."
Meier in the balcony box shouted excitedly down: "Cao Jue, I'm optimistic about you! Knock down this Turk!"
Her brother was not smiling, but his brows were furrowed tightly, as if he was very concerned about victory or defeat.