Zhang Zheng endured the pain and slowly raised half of his body.
Cold sweat flowed down his cheeks, like water flowing from a floodgate.
He thought to himself: "I can't embarrass the Chinese, and I can't be humiliated by the ghost again!"
"ah!!"
With a long howl, he used his last sanity to squeeze out some strength.
Zhang Zheng straightened his waist and suddenly grabbed the ground with his head.
"boom!"
His head hit the ground hard, and Zhang Zhengyi finally fainted.
George wanted to fight again, and the referee blew his whistle sharply.
"Beep!"
"competition is over!"
George said "poof" with a stinky face, he hadn't had enough fun yet!
The host quickly announced: "The second game, the winner, [Tomahawk] George - George!!"
The foreigners' section erupted in shocking cheers.
On the other hand, on the Chinese side, not all of them look very good-looking.
Hong Kang quickly ordered: "Hurry and arrange for a doctor to go over for treatment."
At this moment, both club members and other Chinese people felt angry.
In the rest area, Zhang Tianzhi's eyes were like a lone wolf, with an evil look dancing in his eyes.
Jinshan on the side patted his head and snorted coldly: "Oh my god, this ghost guy looks as hateful as a devil."
Hong Zhennan sighed: "Although this Zhengyi looks like a red stick, he has not lost his integrity and is a man."
"But what that ghost guy did was a slap in our face!"
Hong Kang said softly: "He is very conceited and arrogant, and he despises us from the bottom of his heart."
"Can you say that he violated the rules?" Hong Kang asked himself and answered, "No. He showed that even if I follow the rules of the game, I can still defeat the opponent."
"He didn't care at all what we thought of him. He looked at Zhang Zhengyi like he was looking at a fun toy."
Listening to Hong Kang's analysis, several people around him yelled "bastard, bastard" and other words.
Do you look down on us?
I'll let you know what it means to be "wrathful".
The cold light in Hong Kang's eyes became deeper and deeper.
The next few games are not as high as the first two games.
The participants are some who know a few fists and kicks, or don't understand martial arts, and they just come to try their luck.
The best way to describe it is as rookie chickens pecking each other.
"The ninth game: [Jinshan Zhao] versus [Xingyi Quan: Chen Jinlong]."
As soon as the two sides came on the stage, they immediately attracted the attention of the audience below.
After watching many shows, even viewers who don't understand martial arts have roughly their own way of distinguishing whether they are practicing martial arts or not.
The two people on this stage can be seen as Lian Jiazi in terms of their body shape and temperament.
Jinshan slapped himself on the forehead and complained with a bitter face: "If I had known, I would have thought of a nice name!"
He said with a fist in his hand: "Friend, let me introduce myself again. I'm looking for you in Xiajinshan. I practice "Shaobei Quan"."
Chen Jinlong also clasped his fists in return: ""Xingyi Dragon Fist" - Chen Jinlong."
Someone below shouted: "Okay!"
"This is like the style of a warrior."
"That Master Zhang Zhengzhang just now has not lost the integrity of our Chinese warriors!"
Jinshan asked Hei Ran: "Dragon-shaped fist?! When I was in Foshan, I also fought with a martial arts master named Chen from the Qinglong Martial Arts School. He also practiced Xingyi Dragon Fist. This technique is not unfamiliar. , don’t say that I took advantage of you.”
Chen Jinlong asked: "Then who won at that time?"
"Hehe!" Jin Shanxian grinned, "Within less than twenty moves, he was pushed away by me with my "opening bunt"."
Chen Jinlong's face turned cold: "Hmph! That person is just not good at studying. Today, I will let you see what the real [Xingyi Dragon Fist] is!"
After saying this, Chen Jinlong bowed forward and supported behind, stretched his knees outwards, and clamped the soles of his feet inward, forming a stable support of Dingbuding and Babuba.
Jinshan shouted loudly.
Also put on a punching stance, one punch in front and one behind.
The eyes of both parties met, as if invisible thoughts were colliding.
"Beep!"
The whistle blows.
The two attacked at the same time.
Jinshanzhun's boxing technique is mainly based on hard force, supplemented by softening force, and at the same time pursues the power of combining hardness and softness.
Unpretentious, fierce and sturdy.
"Collapse, setback, point, twist, buckle, press, draw, divide."
In addition, he had fought against the same boxing master, so he naturally had a psychological advantage.
Chen Jinlong's steps are light but his strength is strong, and he advances and retreats quickly.
"Round, off, flutter, sink, fall, send out."
Various bridge players used them in succession.
This is Chen Jinlong using the rotational force of his waist to drive the waist horsepower generated by the swing of his legs directly to the bridge hand.
"Boom boom boom..."
The sound of fists and feet clashing has not stopped since it started.
People around me cheered.
Hong Zhennan nodded slightly, with a smile on his face: "Both of these two masters have real skills, but they just don't know where to go?"
"Dad, do you want to recruit them?"
Hong Zhennan nodded and said, "That's right, Akang. Who of the two in your audience has a greater chance of winning?"
Hong Kang watched the fierce battle between the two people on the stage.
"Master Jinshan Zhaojin's "Shaobei Fist" strikes first, then defends, strikes at the head, and guards at the head; while Master Chen Jinlong's "Dragon Fist" moves upwards and downwards in a spiral, with his body circling and undulating. It has the potential to penetrate clouds and mist."
"Both of them seem to have a lot of actual combat experience. The first round only lasted five minutes. It was too short and it was difficult to tell who was higher and who was lower." Hong Kang said, "However, we should be able to see some signs in the second round. "
Things developed exactly as Hong Kang said.
The first round between the two did not tell the winner until the time was up.
Although each of them took a few punches from the other, it was harmless considering their physiques.
During the break, there was a lively debate in the audience about the outcome of the two, and some people even started betting on the spot.
Jinshan found some of his little brothers here to rub his shoulders and beat his legs to relax his muscles and activate his qi and blood.
On the other hand, Chen Jinlong was alone.
The second round begins soon.
"Beep!"
This time, the two of them skipped the first round of testing and went straight to using their ultimate moves.
"Boom boom boom..."
The fierce clash of fists completely aroused the hormones of those around him.
Chen Jinlong's body floats up and down, he breathes and breathes naturally, his steps are flawless, his fists are flawless, and his agility is wonderful.
But after all, there was a delay in a certain move.
Jinshan looked for a flaw and hit him with his old fist.
Chen Jinlong immediately received several punches and was beaten back repeatedly.
"The Jinshan Master Jin is going to win," Hong Kang said, "because during the break just now, his friends helped him relax his muscles and activate his blood circulation. Master Chen Jinlong and Chen are just missing this detail."
Afterwards, sure enough.
After Jinshan found the upper hand, they attacked again and again.
Finally, he punched Chen Jinlong in the joint, dislocating his left arm.
"Master Chen, I admit it!" Jin Shan asked Deyi to clasp his fists, "But your kung fu is much better than that of your master!"
Chen Jinlong held his arm and endured the pain.
At this point, he has no chance of winning.
Instead of stalking and ending up in embarrassment, it is better to take the initiative to admit defeat without losing the final dignity.
He looked at Jinshan and found a sentence: "Next time, I will win it back."
Then he said to the audience,
"Referee, I surrender."
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