A cruel smile appeared on Zaqilie's generous lips. He raised his little finger to tickle the beard at the corner of his lips. His body swayed like a sumo and rushed towards Cao Jue. Cao Jue hit him with an elbow. Zaqilie took the initiative to get close to him and stretched out his arms.
He grabbed the opponent's arm with his palm and punched directly with his right arm. Cao Jue also punched at the same time. The two of them each received a solid punch and stumbled backwards.
The fight between the two was not as Li Siye imagined. It seemed that martial arts routines were not very popular in the Tang Dynasty. They each used their own methods to hit each other hard, and it felt like punches to the flesh. But
It is more flexible than free fighting. In addition to not pulling each other's hair like a mother-in-law fight, your elbows, knees and head can be used as weapons, and you can even pull the opponent's clothes to launch a crazy counterattack.
Cao Jue raised his knee and pushed it against Zha Qi Lie's stomach. The opponent suddenly tightened his abdomen and relieved a lot of the strength, but his fist hit Cao Jue's shoulder. Cao Jue jumped back suddenly, jumped into the air with his right foot, and hit the target.
Zazilie's cheeks. There was a burst of applause from the audience.
Zazilie just smiled ferociously and raised his sleeves to wipe the dust on his face, spat out a bloody molar from his mouth, clenched his fists and rushed forward with a loud shout. Cao Jue repeated his old trick and revealed his flying kick, Zazilie
But he bent down and used sumo wrestling techniques to rush forward.
His fatal collision dodged the kick and knocked Cao Jue, who was standing upright on one leg, to the ground. Before the opponent could use Carp Kick to stand upright, Zaqi Lie raised his leg and stepped down hard, Cao Jue rolled and dodged. Zaqi Lie
Cao Jue's back foot followed with a kick, and Cao Jue bent down and retracted his knees to protect his belly. The sole of his shoe hit his leg bones, kicking up clouds of dust, and his body slid more than three feet away on the ring floor.
Everyone in the audience felt pain when they came off the stage, but Cao Jue just groaned, supported his body and crawled to his feet.
A proud look appeared on Zaqi Lie's face, he pointed at Cao Jue with two fingers and said, "You can't do it. Go down and replace him."
Cao Jue's arrogance was aroused by him. He flew forward and punched out, but Zha Qile suddenly grabbed his wrist. He pushed his head forward and hit the opponent's hard head. The two of them were simply competing with each other.
His head became even stiffer, and he was swaying on the stage in a daze.
As expected, Hu General Zha Qile's bones were amazing. Cao Jue was still dazed and shaking, but his concussion had dissipated. He flew forward and kicked Cao Jue violently. This kick was like a heavy hammer beating a drum.
There was a slight clicking sound on his chest, and he immediately fell to the ground.
Zaqilie was very excited and strode forward, determined to beat this ungrateful bastard to death. But the translator suddenly stepped forward to stop him and winked at Zaqilie, letting him see the other man's waist.
Hanging brass fish charm.
Zazile curled his lips angrily, raised his fist toward the ceiling, and made an excited and weird shout.
"Whoa!"
Mei'er on the corridor shouted angrily: "Cao Jue is so useless, so embarrassing!"
His brother's gloomy face became even gloomier. Although he did not speak or nod, it was equivalent to admitting Cao Jue's incompetence.
There was an attendant standing behind them. This man took the initiative to kneel forward and cross his hands and said, "Sir, Cui Ji is willing to come on stage and give it a try."
"Forget it." Young Master Gloomy shook his head: "Your skills are worse than Cao Jue's, so don't go up there."
Cui Ji pursed his lips, cast a glare toward the arena below, and then hid behind the two young masters.
Cao Jue stood up holding his chest, bowed his head and walked to the audience in shame. The Turkic interpreter became more and more arrogant and shouted to the audience: "It's been three days! It's been three days! The Zazile warriors are fighting in Chang'an West City.
I competed in the building for three days, but I failed to win even one defeat? Where are the masters of the Tang Dynasty? Where are the masters of the world?"
"Haha!"
Zazile punched his majestic chest muscles and looked at the surging crowd in the audience with disdain. In this arena, he is the real king.
"Well, can I go up and fight?"
A young-sounding voice came to the stage.
Zazilie and the translator lowered their heads and saw a young man wearing a Gebu robe standing next to the ring, carrying a straw quilt and a wine jar on his back. His face was green and a bit rustic. In addition to his body, he looked very strong.
He was just a rural refugee who had just entered Chang'an City.
The foreign translator smiled hoarsely, squatted beside the ring and asked: "Young man, do you want to fight?"
Li Siye nodded confidently: "Yes, I want to give it a try. Isn't there a reward of 10,000 yuan if I win?"
The Hu translator wearing a pointed felt hat laughed loudly: "Haha, if you win, you will be rewarded with 10,000 yuan, but if you lose, you will be dead."
Li Siye took a step forward, but his sister reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes. Li Meier raised her little face and asked him: "Brother, why are you fighting again?"
He looked back at this little sister who still seemed unfamiliar. She had a sallow face, a yellow and fluffy bun, and only her eyes were clear and translucent.
Even if they seem strangers, they are already a family from now on. You can't take over someone else's body and ignore their sister.
He put on a smile that he thought was handsome and said, "Brother, I'll make money for you."
Li Siye untied the hemp rope and took off the straw mat and bedding. Zhang Xiaojing walked up to him and said, "This Hu general is a bit evil. It's not easy to make money. Don't show off."
He turned back and smiled: "I'll give it a try. If it doesn't work, I'll give up."
With the burden off his body, Li Siye bent down and tore off a corner from the sheep felt, bit it into his mouth to use as a brace, then turned over and climbed onto the ring.
Zaqi Lie crossed his arms and looked at Li Siye with an evil smile. This country guy must have just come in, otherwise how would he dare to come on stage to challenge. It is true that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and they will make money at the expense of their lives. He guarantees that this kid saw him on stage just now
The Yingwu on the show will be so scared that he will pee his pants. There is no need to remind him now that he will beat this rookie to death with two punches and treat it as an appetizer. He has to wait for the real master to take the stage today.
After taking the stage, Li Siye was still worried and said to Zazilie and the Hu translator: "Can I warm up first?"
Although the two of them didn't understand what a warm-up was, they both smiled and nodded. They were always very patient with people who were seeking their own death.
He began to bend over and press his legs, lying on the ground to do push-ups. The audience looked at each other in disbelief as he made these strange movements, whispering but shaking their heads and sighing.
"alright."
Zaqile still crossed his arms. He could not be wary of such an opponent. On the contrary, Li Siye felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. This would be the last boxing match of his career, and it would be a way to make up for his regret of not finishing.
.He imagined this place as the scene of the Kunlun Fight, and regarded Zaqile as the winner of the previous gold belt, Chilia. This fighting match was full of dangers, with no gloves, no protection, no referee, and even no rules, but he still
He wants to keep fighting because he is saying his final farewell to his past identity, Li Ye.
Li Siye regained that feeling, clenched his left and right fists in front of his face, kept his legs beating at a small level, looked straight ahead and punched twice in the air.
The audience around the ring burst into laughter. Regardless of whether they are Hu people or Han people, martial arts practitioners pay attention to being steady and rooted in the ground. You are jumping around like a toad. Who the hell are you a martial arts practitioner?
The kind-hearted spectator shouted to Li Siye on the stage: "My dear, come down quickly, don't risk your life!"
"(Just) beat me up, there's no shame in being a coward, (if I don't) kill you, what are you going to spend money on?"
In the balcony box upstairs, the gloomy young master only looked down, then withdrew his gaze, and asked the attendant behind him: "How is this man in the audience? I think he is confident."
Cui Ji shook his head decisively: "This country man may have practiced strength, but he has no foundation in martial arts and his foot is unstable." In order to make his narrative more accurate, Cui Ji added: "He will definitely die."
The gloomy young master turned around indifferently, holding his brother's shoulders with his hand and said: "Let's go, Mei'er, there's nothing to see."
Mei'er nodded, followed her brother through the gauze curtain, turned into the stairs and walked down.
On the stage, Zaqi Lie rushed forward and punched Li Siye, but Li Siye dodged it nimbly, and gave the opponent a heavy straight punch with his backhand, coupled with a quick and violent knee strike, knocking Zaqi Lie away.
A stagger.
"Huh?" The gloomy young master suddenly stopped and his body froze on the stairs. The short exchange under the stage was fast and intense. His eyes almost didn't capture that moment, but the blow was instant, crisp and clear.
It felt like a shock, but it seemed like a new world had opened up.
I have never seen this style of fighting before, but it was very effective. The crowd watching the ring opened their mouths, thinking that the new handsome man was a coward, but it turned out that he was not, there was something in his hand.
Relying on his great strength, Zaqi Lie rushed forward to fight Li Siye. Li Siye used his knees and elbows to fight back at a speed faster than lightning. When he was free in his previous life, he had been thinking about the two-inch punch for two days, but he suddenly used it.
It's a bit unfamiliar, but close combat has great benefits.
The spectators opened their mouths wide, and Li Siye's short and powerful fists struck with a dull touch, like the rapid beating of war drums among thousands of troops, which could ignite the agitation factor in everyone's emotions, so the shouts became even more intense.
"Good! Good fight!"
Zaqile's face flushed red, and he endured the pain in his body and rushed forward. He hugged him with his hands. Li Siye lowered his head and got out of the hug.
The two of them fought back and forth for several times, but Zazilie couldn't take advantage of him at all. He couldn't help but feel a little restless and angry. He suddenly bent down and charged forward with his head lowered. Such an attacking posture made him look like a rampaging mountain of meat. Li Siye couldn't help but
Backing up instead of advancing, he took two sprinting steps, raised his body high, bent his knees and hit Zazilie with a volleying knee strike.
His body jumped high, his knees moved forward, and with the force of his forward thrust, the entire weight of his body was concentrated on this point. At this moment, the silhouette was like a sculpture, and then there was the sound of bones and flesh collapsing.
Zazilie, who was charging at full speed, fell to the ground. Li Siye's knee hit him hard, and his entire back collapsed.
"Okay!" The Chang'an crowd under the stage cheered.
"Okay!" The two young gentlemen in the balcony box also cheered. The gloomy young master was so excited that he turned around and asked the two attendants: "How is it?"
Cui Ji's face suddenly became hot. He lowered his head slightly and said, "Sir, Cui Ji made a mistake."
Young Master Gloomy didn't care about this. What interested him more was Li Siye's novel fighting style. He was flexible and capable of both offense and defense. He didn't have those fancy moves but they were very effective. His kicks weren't as high as others, but they were fast and powerful.
It's so heavy that people can't dodge, and there are no routines at all, but every blow is a routine. This guy was simply born for fighting.