Jin Shanzhao in the audience moved to Zhang Tianzhi's side after this round of competition.
"Look, what I said is very wise!" Jin Shanxian was very proud. "Now the little devil has broken several ribs, and the ghost guy has even lost his limbs. Now he has killed two opponents."
"When we play the resurrection match later, I, Lao Jin, have a great chance of winning."
Zhang Tianzhi glanced across Jinshan, unwilling to talk to him.
Although he could understand Jinshan Zhao's thoughts, he didn't agree with it.
After the next ruling, [Tomahawk: George] was ranked tenth, and [Judo: Oshima Ichiro] was ranked ninth.
Because these two people were too injured to fight anymore.
Seeing that George was ranked tenth, many people in black suits looked unhappy, and some even cursed in a low voice.
They felt that their great warrior was being targeted, and angrily accused the martial artist Xia Weipeng of being vicious and unsportsmanlike.
But he didn’t talk about the story of George breaking [Tan’s leg: Zhang Zhengyi] in the first game.
"Bah! This ghost guy has such a face!!"
"Yes, are they the only ones allowed to win? A bunch of scumbags who can't afford to lose!!"
No matter what, the game must continue.
…
Final field.
"[Shaobei Quan: Jinshan Search] versus [Prince: Jin Yuji]!!"
Jinshan opened his mouth and said, "Your kung fu is pretty good! Do you want to consider following me after you lose?"
When he saw Cao Yanjun conquering Zhao Jinhu, he suddenly had an idea.
Jin Yuji clenched his fist loudly: "Do you think you will win? Country bumpkin."
Jinshan Zhao's face suddenly darkened, and his eyes became unkind.
"I gave you a chance, but you couldn't seize it! I heard your nickname was "Prince Chicken"?"
“I’ve eaten beggar’s chicken, white-cut chicken, and reed chicken, but I’ve never eaten prince chicken!!”
Jin Yuji said angrily: "I will show you what your own blood looks like."
"Beep!~"
The two figures suddenly collided with each other.
Fists and kicks were thrown at each other.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Jin Yuji's punches are fast and powerful.
Every move pursues the simplest attack and the shortest distance.
Jab, left straight punch, right straight punch, left swing punch, right swing punch, left flat uppercut, right flat uppercut.
Not only using fists, but also using legs and knees.
Side kicks, kicks, hook kicks, stabbing kicks, side kicks; punching knees, sideways knees, straight knees, side kicks...
Although Jin Yuji's fists and feet are hard, Jin Shanxun's fists are as hard as iron and his legs are as hard as steel.
Point hard bunt, soft bunt, open bunt, heart shift bunt, etc.
In the end, Jinshan found a better move.
"Winner, [Shaobei Fist: Jinshan Search]!!"
Jin Shanxun gasped for breath, bent over and looked at Jin Yuji: "Prince Ji, right? As expected of someone named Jin, his fists are hard enough!!"
Friendships between men are so strange.
The two people who had been exchanging harsh words before had a fight and now felt a bit sympathetic towards each other.
…
"[Hong Fist: Hong Kang] versus [Wing Chun: Cheung Tin Chi]!"
In the arena.
Zhang Tianzhi thought to himself: "I would like to see if you are really powerful?!"
With a thought, he first spread his toes, and then his heels. The soles of his feet were close to the ground without leaving the ground. He held his chest out, his abdomen in, and his knees slightly bent.
The two-word pliers, the sheep and the horse, are spread out.
Zhang Tianzhi slowly stretched out his palm and said softly: "Ask the hand."
His body suddenly accelerated, his hands came like raindrops, and his fists came like phantoms.
Hong Kang does not see with his eyes, but feels with his intuition.
He blocked Zhang Tianzhi's punches with perfect accuracy.
Then he pushed hard, and Zhang Tianzhi took advantage of the force to retreat.
Zhang Tianzhi's arms trembled slightly. He clenched his fist suddenly, then released it, clenched his fist again, and released it again.
After several repetitions, the arm finally returned to stability.
"In those dozen punches, I felt the four changes of strength, light, dark, hard and soft. Are you - really powerful??"
Zhang Tianzhi's tone was slightly bitter.
After personally feeling the power of Hong Kang's fists, Zhang Tianzhi was finally convinced that the man in front of him, who was five or six years younger than himself, had gone much further than himself in kung fu.
Zhang Tianzhi's mentality has changed slightly at this point.
He took a deep breath and said firmly: "Even if you have achieved great strength, you may not be able to defeat me."
As if to strengthen his confidence, Zhang Tianzhi also gave examples.
"Master Shang Yunxiang once said: He can fight for his whole life and no one dares to disobey him."
"Today, I just want to test how powerful the strength is?!"
"[Looking for the Bridge]!!"
Zhang Tianzhi turned his right fist into a palm and leaned on his left elbow, with the palm facing the sky; when his right hip was fully extended, he turned his right hand outwards with the palm facing the sky, and then used the wrist as the axis to make an inner circle behind the hand. Make a fist and bring your right fist back to your right chest.
Hong Kang fought with [Iron Fist].
[Iron Fist] Short bridge and narrow horse, suitable for close combat.
Because after Hong Kang played more than a dozen moves with Zhang Tianzhi, he realized that [Xunqiao]'s attack speed was very fast.
If we draw a straight line between two points, [Bridge Search] is to find the shortest route.
But no matter how fast their punches are, the strength of their punches is different.
On the surface, it is difficult to tell the winner between the two of them.
In fact, Zhang Tianzhi is now aware of the pain.
Hong Kang's fists contain all kinds of power. If Zhang Tianzhi cannot resolve it immediately, it will affect his blood flow and even affect his punching speed.
Normally, as long as Zhang Tianzhi relaxes his muscles and bones and activates his qi and blood, he will be fine.
But now, the battle between the two is fierce, how can he have time to relax? !
"boom!"
After another right punch, both sides took a few steps back.
Hong Kang asked: "Are you still fighting?"
Because he felt that the outcome was already obvious.
Zhang Tianzhi gritted his teeth and said:
"beat!!"
Hong Kang frowned: "But your arm..."
Zhang Tianzhi's arms are now covered in black and blue, all left from the fist fight just now.
On the other hand, Hong Kang's arm still looks like that.
"Jingle Bell……"
The timer sounded a crisp sound.
Zhang Tianzhi breathed a sigh of relief and could relax a little.
Hong Kang said: "There is no point in delaying time."
During this free time, Zhang Tianzhi stood up and punched, which stimulated his energy and blood and made his arm feel better.
Soon, the second round begins.
Zhang Tianzhi's hands were hanging on the sides of his legs, his eyes were looking forward, and his tongue was on the roof of his mouth.
Lift both hands from the side of the legs to the side of the chest, make fists with both hands, with the center of the fist upward and the back of the fist downward, and pull the arms back slightly.
"Wing Chun——[Biao Zhi]!!"
"You only have three skills in Wing Chun - Tan, Wing, and Fu," Hong Kang said. "After this [Biao Finger] fight, I suggest Master Zhang that you should save your strength for the next one!"
What Hong Kang meant was to ask Zhang Tianzhi to admit defeat.
Zhang Tianzhi knew that he had little chance of winning, but he never lost the battle.
He said stubbornly: "It's still unclear who will win and who will lose?!"
Hong Kang sighed and closed his eyelids slightly: "In that case, Master Zhang, be careful!"
Hong Kang's eyes suddenly opened, and his eyes were filled with light.
He started to attack for the first time...
