Zhang Tianzhi looked calmly and raised his fists in all directions.
He looked calm on the surface, but he was actually quite excited. This was the first time in his many years of practicing martial arts that so many people cheered for him.
Although what he defeated was just a low-level character.
"Wing Chun, Zhang Tianzhi!"
"Wing Chun, Zhang Tianzhi!!"
"..."
Listening to the cheers in the audience, Zhang Tianzhi became even more determined that he must get a good ranking here, even first place, to promote his reputation as the "Authentic Wing Chun".
There were also people discussing Zhang Tianzhi's performance in low voices below.
Hong Zhennan asked: "Akang, do you understand?"
"I didn't expect that a master would come in the first game." Hong Kang nodded and said, "This Tianzhi's [marker] is very popular, it should be a true inheritance!"
"However, from his eyes, I saw his desire to make a name for himself."
Hong Zhennan was noncommittal: "Who doesn't have a desire for fame and fortune?"
Hong Kang was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "That's true."
Not all warriors can be like him, who have no worries about food and clothing, and have eaten all kinds of precious medicinal materials since childhood.
Some people who are discerning enough will naturally know that Zhang Tianzhi is a strong opponent, while those who are not knowledgeable enough will naturally feel that the game is not exciting enough.
Especially the foreigners.
"Are these two people acting? Why did they collapse after just two clicks of their fingers??"
It was the mustache that spoke.
His words were echoed by those on the sidelines.
"Definitely! But such a person will definitely be doomed if he meets George."
But George didn't see it that way.
Although he didn't understand acupuncture points, his many years of fighting teaching experience told him that the tall man's performance didn't look like a performance.
George judged: "It should have hit the sensitive point of the nerve."
After Zhang Tianzhi went to the competition area to rest, many people looked at him with scrutiny.
He ignored it and adjusted his breathing.
The two fingers just looked simple, but they require vision, agility, shooting speed, and accuracy.
He is not only recovering his own strength, but also preparing to observe the performance of other players.
The host comes on stage.
First, he made some remarks to exaggerate the atmosphere, and then announced loudly.
"The second game: [Tomahawk: George] vs. [Tan Leg: Zhang Zhengyi]!!"
As soon as the two came on stage, the scene was filled with excitement.
Many foreigners started chanting "George, George", which seemed to be very popular.
When George stepped onto the ring, people who didn't know him immediately exclaimed that his appearance was too oppressive.
With a height of over 1.9 meters, he almost looks down at everyone on the court.
The military green tight-fitting short sleeves clung to his body, outlining his explosive muscles. His eyes were sharp and murderous, and ordinary people would probably flinch when they looked at him.
George crossed his arms and looked at his opponent with a hint of coldness in his eyes.
Almost all discerning experts realized that there was something special about George. His physique alone was synonymous with strength.
Hong Zhennan worried: "That "Tan Leg Zhang" may be in trouble!"
"It's not possible, but it's definitely no chance of winning." Hong Kang said, "I just hope he finds the right time to admit defeat, and he won't be too seriously injured when the time comes."
Hong Zhennan's face darkened, and he had a bad feeling.
Although Zhang Zheng's movements on stage were very dexterous, the physical differences between the two were too big.
Zhang Zhengyi is less than 1.8 meters tall, with a straight and well-proportioned body like a cheetah, and strong and powerful legs.
It may be enough to deal with ordinary people, but it is hard to say to deal with a strong man like George.
Hong Kang did not divide the players into weight classes based on his previous life.
He holds this [mixed martial arts] because he really intends to determine the strongest fighting force on the earth.
Zhang Zheng was on guard with a serious look on his face. The bravery in George was so strong that he had to take it seriously.
He is a member of a certain club. He has fought countless fights, big and small, and has extremely rich practical experience.
"Beep!"
The whistle blows.
Zhang Zheng suddenly rushed forward, like a cheetah hunting prey, with powerful movements.
Specifically aimed at George's lower three attacks.
Zhang Zheng performs moves on one leg, which is the essence of "Tan Leg", which emphasizes that the leg is three inches below the knee.
Small moves and fast speed!
He wanted to catch him by surprise.
Facing this attack, George kept retreating, as if he was suppressed.
But those who know George well know his style.
"He's still the same as before!" said a foreigner. "He likes to give his opponents a little hope first, and then like thunder, crushes others' self-confidence."
Continuously "gaining the upper hand" made Zhang Zheng think that his tactics were successful.
One of his legs is as fast as the other, he is coordinated, his moves are changeable, his attacks are fast, his rhythm is clear, and his explosive power is strong.
The people below were cheering.
But he didn't notice that the amusement in George's eyes became more and more intense.
"No, that "Tan's legs spread" is in danger!!"
Hong Kang has practiced the "Listening to Breathing Method" for more than ten years, and his spiritual sense is so sharp that the malice in George's eyes cannot be hidden from him at all.
George spoke awkward Chinese with a strange expression.
"Ni——Hongcai plays very fast!" George's eyes exuded a dangerous light, "Then, Galen is here for me!"
He stepped hard on the ground and whipped out his whip leg.
Even the air was made to whistle.
"not good!!"
Zhang Zheng was horrified when he heard this evil wind.
This leg is dangerous, don't force it!
But his combo just now was so smooth that it was too late to change his moves.
With a strong heart, I used my legs to kick hard.
"Bang!"
The legs hit each other hard.
"Crack!"
The crisp sound of bones breaking.
"ah!!"
"my leg!!!"
Zhang Zheng curled up on the ground, covering his calf and howling miserably.
His lips trembled and turned white, and sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead.
When George saw this, the corners of his mouth curved in an evil way, and his whip leg straightened and he kicked like a ball, knocking the screaming Zhang Zheng down four to five meters away.
"Master Zhang, quickly admit defeat!" Someone outside the venue couldn't stand it any longer.
"Yeah, don't hold on! That foreigner is too cruel!"
"Master Zhang..."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Zheng endured the pain and raised his hand, wanting to admit defeat.
George's eyes flashed, he stepped forward quickly, wrapped his feet around his arms, and twisted his waist forcefully.
"Kachacha~"
Zhang Zhengyi's arm was suddenly twisted like a twist.
"ah!!"
George grabbed Zhang Zhengyi's other hand with his big hand, and twisted it hard again.
"Ahh!!!"
Zhang Zhengyi's screaming voice changed.
Tears and snot were all over his face.
Many people watched this scene with eyes wide open.
Hong Zhennan suddenly stood up and cursed: "Asshole! This ghost guy is too deceptive!!"
"Everyone is about to give up, but this ghost guy is still so aggressive!" Luo Zitao was filled with indignation, "What should we do now?"
Hong Kang stared at that face coldly, with a cold light shining on it.
George squatted down and looked at the embarrassed face: "Look, now, you can't move your hands. How can you bear to lose? Hehe..."
After standing up, George walked slowly around the ring and looked at the clock. Less than three minutes had passed.
Looking around at the shouts of the people around him, the corners of his mouth curved into a contemptuous arc.
Stretch out your thumb and poke it down hard.
"Hey, Muds, fight, no!"
That face made the Chinese martial artist below furious.
George slowly, step by step, like a cat playing with a mouse, walked towards Zhang Zhengyi who was curled up on the ground.
Zhang Zheng, whose arms were useless, watched helplessly as the footsteps got closer and closer.
He couldn't even throw in the towel right now.
The referee is also Chinese, so he naturally sides with Zhang Zhengyi.
However, as a referee, the most important thing is fairness.
This is what Master Hong Kang warned him.
He stared at the clock as it ticked minute by second. For the first time, he thought, why does time go by so slowly? !
I cheered secretly in my heart: "Master Zhang, hold on!"
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