"I... I know the snake fist!" Pasong bent his hands and said to Meng Zhao, "My snake fist is very powerful!"
"Haha, snake fist? I'm dying of laughter. Let me show you what human fist is!" Meng Zhao said, and he took a step forward and punched Pasong in the face with a straight punch.
Pasong looked at the fist that was growing bigger and bigger in front of him, and tried to dodge in fear, but found that his legs were completely out of control.
Sometimes, not everyone will save you at the critical moment. It is often shown on TV that at a certain dangerous moment, a hero appears, saves you and saves all mankind.
Pasoondo hopes that at this time, someone will appear and he can save himself instead of all of humanity.
But, apparently, Pasong's hopes were dashed.
So, as expected, Pasong was hit on the nose by a punch, right in the middle of the nose.
"Crack." Pasong could clearly hear the sound of his nose being broken.
Then slowly, Pasong felt that his mouth seemed to be out of his control, and then, his teeth slowly fell out of his mouth, and then Pasong flew up.
puff.
Like a puddle of mud, he fell to the edge of the boxing ring, his body hitting the small thorns, leaving several bloody cuts.
"Little brat, is this your Chinese martial arts? Snake fist?" Meng Zhao smiled disdainfully, walked to Pasong's side, and said condescendingly, "What a bullshit Chinese martial arts, it's all a lie, it's just shown in the movies, do you believe it? In my life dictionary, Muay Thai is the most powerful martial arts in the world, and everything else is just nonsense."
Pasong fell face down on the ground, his body trembling slightly, and it seemed that he had not lost consciousness yet.
"Oh? Not fainted yet?" Meng Zhao was a little surprised. He knew the power of his punch very well. His combat power was 85! For an ordinary person, that punch would be enough to make the opponent faint. He didn't expect that Pasong in front of him could still move.
"What? You still want to try?" Meng Zhao looked at Pasong with disdain as he was trembling on the ground but struggling to stand up.
"I tell you, to learn Muay Thai well, we Thais should learn our own country's boxing. Why learn Chinese martial arts from others? Do you believe in those soft things that are used to bully children and deceive others?" Meng Zhao asked.
"I..." As soon as Pasong said the word "I", he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Boy, do you want to try with me again?" Meng Zhao asked with a ferocious face.
In the end, Pasong was unable to stand up. He just stretched out his hand and grabbed Meng Zhao's ankle in front of him.
"It seems that you really want to try again. In that case, I will let you feel my leg skills!" Meng Zhao said, and the foot that was not caught by Pasong was lifted forward and placed on Pasong's ribs.
"Crack." The sound of broken ribs.
Pasong was kicked and flew more than ten centimeters into the air, then fell to the ground with a thud.
But Pasong's hand was holding Meng Zhao's ankle very firmly, without loosening at all.
"Little brat, how dare you keep grabbing your grandpa's feet like this? I'll let you do it!"
Meng Zhao yelled and kicked Pasong in the ribs again.
Similarly, Pasong was kicked into the air, and then fell to the ground with a plop, his hand still grasping Meng Zhao's ankle.
"You!" Meng Zhao never thought that this man could hold his foot so tightly. It even caused him a slight pain. How could such a skinny man have such great strength
"Do you want to die? Let me go!" Meng Zhao shouted.
“Martial arts… no… not… what you… said….” Pasong struggled to raise his head, looked at Meng Zhao, and said in a trembling voice.
"Damn it!" Meng Zhao was completely enraged by Pasong. Seeing the obsession in Pasong's eyes, Meng Zhao even felt a sense of fear in his heart.
"I'm going to kill you!" Meng Zhao kicked Pasong in the ribs several times, then squatted down, grabbed Pasong's hair, and lifted Pasong's head up.
"I'll give you one chance. As long as you say that Chinese martial arts are rubbish, I will let you go!" Meng Zhao said viciously.
"No." Pasong opened his eyes that were blurred by blood, looked at Meng Zhao, and suddenly smiled.
"What are you laughing at!" Meng Zhao was a little confused and felt even more frightened.
"Chinese... Chinese martial arts... are very... very powerful!" Pasong said intermittently.
"You!! Good!" Meng Zhao laughed in anger, squatted down, grabbed Pasong's head, and punched directly on Pasong's broken nose.
Pasong's eyes rolled back and he was about to go into shock, but the hand that was holding Meng Zhao's ankle suddenly increased its strength.
And Pasong's consciousness suddenly became clear.
"From now on, you will die!" Meng Zhao's eyes flashed coldly, and his right hand was clenched into a fist. The sound of bones creaking could be faintly heard.
Pasong looked at the fist and sighed. Was he really going to die here? Tiezhu, I promised you that I would go to China. It seems that I can only go there in my next life.
“Die!”
Meng Zhao roared and was about to hit Pasong's temple with his fist.
At this moment, "Bang, bang, bang", a slight knocking sound came from the side.
Meng Zhao stopped moving instantly. He turned around and saw a man standing at the door of the steel cage, knocking on the door with a calm face.
"What's going on? Who is this person?" The beautiful host next to her ran over with the microphone in her hand in surprise, "Sir, what do you want to do?"
"I'm here to see my friend, Pasong." Long Xiangtian said calmly, "Please open the door."
"Oh! It's a gentleman from China. I'm sorry, sir, I forgot to tell you that everyone who enters the iron cage will leave their life and death to fate. If you go in now, and Mr. Meng Zhao does something bad to you and hurts you, I'll be sorry!" the beautiful host persuaded.
"It's okay, open the door." There was no expression on Long Xiangtian's face.
The beautiful host wanted to say something, but suddenly, an extremely cold atmosphere surrounded her.
The beautiful host opened her eyes wide, looking at the man in front of her who seemed gentle at first glance but now seemed to have turned into black ice that had existed for thousands of years. She was speechless.
"Since he wants to go, let him go. If anything happens, don't blame us!" shouted the Japanese first mate on the side.