Standing next to the mud pit, drinking cold beer, and watching more than 20 clay figures "fighting in the mud" is more enjoyable than watching the UFC finals.
Cook also used his expertise again and opened a "betting market" among the instructors.
Not only did they bet on who would win in the end, they also made a very professional "table" with different multipliers based on each student's situation.
Among them, No. 32, who is 1.87 meters tall, weighs 202 pounds, and has a muscular body, is like a smaller version of Long Zhan.
He is very good at fighting at first glance, and the winning multiplier is the lowest, only twice.
He Chenguang, who is 1.74 meters tall and has a well-proportioned figure, is actually in pretty good physical condition, but he can't compare with these big European and American guys.
Even the solemn person who came with him was a strong man with a height of 1.82 meters.
The little man He Chenguang looks smaller. Biologically speaking, he does not have an advantage in melee combat, just like in the animal kingdom, the bigger the body, the stronger it is.
This results in He Chenguang having the highest multiplier, and you can get 20 times the reward if you invest in him.
However, even with such a high multiple, none of the instructors bet money on He Chenguang, and no one thought he could fight to the end.
No one is optimistic about He Chenguang!
After all the instructors had finished placing their bets, Cook, clutching a handful of banknotes, approached Long Zhan.
"Hey, boss, do you want to play together?"
"certainly."
Long Zhan is also a person who likes to have fun. He took a look at the betting board written by Cook and said with a smile: "The win on the 26th is 20 times. Aren't you afraid that you will lose your pants?"
"If it were a competition of marksmanship or tactics, I wouldn't dare do it so many times, but this is a melee fight without equipment, and I think it's very reasonable."
Cook felt that his settings were reasonable, and deliberately encouraged him: "Boss, do you want to play a big one? Give No. 26 a zero?"
"This kid is trying to trick me."
Long Zhan was secretly happy when he heard this.
He knew the origin of He Chenguang. As a national Sanda martial arts champion, he had real skills and the probability of winning was very high.
"Since it was you who was unkind in the first place, don't blame me for being unkind."
Long Zhan made up his mind, took out his wallet, took out five hundred-dollar bills, and slapped them into the customer's hands without hesitation.
He said proudly: "For 500, buy No. 26."
"500?"
Cook was stunned when he saw the amount.
Everyone else bet 20 or 50, and very few bet 100. Long Zhan bet 500 US dollars this time, and if he wins, he will be with 10,000 US dollars.
That's a lot of money.
The sum of all the other instructors' bets was less than a fraction of it. As the banker of the betting market, Cook would really lose his pants by then.
It’s a month’s work for nothing, and even the salary is not enough.
Normally, it is the wisest choice for the banker to refuse to accept this kind of bet that will lead to a collapse.
But Cook believed in his own judgment too much and determined that the little He Chenguang would definitely defeat more than 20 other people and win the final victory.
I have already received the 500 US dollars. How can I give away the money I received?
"Boss, you are so generous. Thank you for your generosity. I will accept the money."
What Cook said, combined with the action of stuffing the $500 into his pocket, clearly made him mentally acquiesce that Long Zhan's money was wasted.
"You have to cover it tighter."
Long Zhan smiled and said something suggestive, then turned his attention to the big mud pit.
At this time, the third battle had already begun in the mud pit, which was a one-on-one fight, and the winner had basically been decided.
Those students who were exhausted or locked up and eliminated were conscious and retreated to the surroundings of the mud pit.
The remaining 6 people were still fighting together.
Because everyone has exhausted their energy in the first round, the starting point is the same in the second round, and there are back and forth during the melee fight.
You threw me on my back and smashed me into the mud, I pulled up onions on dry land and threw you out with my legs in my arms, while he walked and kicked you in a sneak attack.
I was beaten so hard that you came and I went back and forth, and I couldn't get along with each other.
"That student from the Red Country was not eliminated. This is incredible."
As an instructor shouted in surprise, all the instructors discovered this abnormal phenomenon and looked to the right side of the mud pit.
Even though everyone was covered in mud, it was basically impossible to tell who was who.
But He Chenguang's smaller figure still stood out among the crowd of people fighting, and he could be found at a casual glance.
"This is impossible!"
When Cook saw that He Chenguang had not been eliminated, a trace of uneasiness suddenly flashed through his mind.
However, he was quickly thrown away and comforted himself: "No, no, no, this must be bad luck. He will definitely not be able to beat No. 13 this round."
At this time, No. 13, who was fighting against He Chenguang, was 1.84 meters tall and covered in tendons.
It is indeed like a junior high school student beating an elementary school student. There is a huge gap between the two.
However, as he watched each chapter, Cook began to feel more and more uneasy, and found that this student from China was very different.
No. 13 comes from the UK, which has the SAS, which is known as the originator of slack special forces. Special combat training is definitely not bad.
With the support of professional special fighting techniques, No. 13's hand-to-hand attacks are not mindless punches, but have a very professional attack rhythm.
Every punch has a certain amount of defense, achieving what is called both offense and defense.
pity.
With the support of No. 13's tall figure, his movements are wide open and wide, and each attack feels powerful but also slightly bulky.
If you encounter a head-to-head opponent, No. 13 will win with little training.
pity.
What strength athletes fear most is agility.
However, He Chenguang is not only an agility type, he is also a super agile type who grew up practicing martial arts since he was a child. He has strong combat intuition and is full of dodge talents.
This resulted in that every attack by No. 13 would be dexterously dodged by He Chenguang.
Every time he punched with full power, all the punches hit the air. The discomfort of empty punches was not only physical, but also mental.
After attacking for more than a dozen moves in a row, No. 13 felt that his physical strength was seriously unable to keep up.
In order to solve this embarrassing situation, No. 13 gave up useless boxing and kicking, and instead tried to play close-fitting jujitsu with He Chenguang.
Under the pressure of absolute strength, plus No. 13 has learned professional jujitsu.
As long as He Chenguang can be held close to his body, No. 13 is absolutely confident that he can easily defeat He Chenguang with his own advantages.
However, the imagination is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.
He Chenguang was as dexterous as a monkey, and his body was covered in wet and slippery mud, which was equivalent to a layer of lubricating oil.
Coupled with the professional pace of practicing Sanda, He Chenguang can stand more firmly in this silky muddy ground, which also gives him an advantage.
No. 13 wanted to catch the slippery He Chenguang, which was more difficult than knocking He Chenguang unconscious with his fists.
