"Let go!" Qi Beisong roared in a muffled voice.
Cheng Ji was quite graceful. He actually let go and stepped back two meters.
In fact, he also won in an embarrassing way. Fighting is muscle memory. If you don't grow the muscle, you won't have the memory.
Cheng Ji thought dejectedly that this body was too weak. If Qi Beisong had known a little bit of the technique to break free, he would have been pressed down to the bottom.
"Can I go now?" he asked Qi Beisong. He couldn't fight with him when he was at a physical disadvantage.
How could Qi Beisong let him go? He shook his arm which was still in pain, glared at him, and pounced on him again.
Cheng Ji moved to the side, then suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him forward.
This was a very effective move that could achieve great results with little effort. Qi Beisong's moves were already old, and he couldn't pull them back after being pulled by him. His upper body rushed forward due to inertia, but his lower body couldn't keep up, so he fell heavily to the ground again.
The carpet was very soft, but Qi Beisong's forehead hit the stool at the end of the bed, causing him to see stars in pain.
He was also very stubborn. He shook his head, then stood up without saying a word, leaving his defenseless back exposed to Cheng Ji.
Cheng Ji thought: Oh, usually at this time I would be doing the naked choke.
The naked choke is a Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu move that mainly attacks the opponent's throat with the aim of strangling the opponent from behind.
Cheng Ji was not a fat and strong man in his previous life. His body flexibility was far better than his strength, so he practiced some ground techniques to make up for his lack of strength.
But first of all, Qi Beisong in front of him was also guilty of attempted violent injury and conspiracy to illegally imprison others, which did not warrant the death penalty;
Secondly, his new body is really not easy to use. If it weren't for his flexible reactions, in terms of physical strength, he is definitely not as good as a high school boy who exercises regularly. He cannot guarantee that he can cripple Qi Beisong in one go.
Cheng Ji stood behind Qi Beisong and asked, "Boss, can I leave now?"
The latter held his head and stood up. He turned around and suddenly became ruthless and rushed forward like a cannonball.
This move is really powerful. I didn't expect that Qi Beisong, who is so handsome, actually knows this ancient boxing style with a long history and a broad mass base, commonly known as Turtle Fist among the people.
Cheng Ji took two steps back, and seeing that he was swinging his arms randomly without any order, he simply stopped dodging. He protected his head with both hands and waited for the right moment to kick the opponent in the abdomen.
This kick seemed very soft without the support of hard-soled boots, and Cheng Ji knew it himself, so he dodged after the kick and kicked Qi Beisong's knee from the side.
In the past, he could just kick someone down and make them unable to get up for a long time. But he didn't expect that he made a mistake today and was grabbed by Qi Beisong's ankle.
"!!" Qi Beisong didn't expect that he would have such bad luck!
When he grabbed Cheng Ji, he realized that it was a metal decorative button on his trousers that did the trick. It had hooked the other person's fishnet stockings!
He immediately tried to use his height advantage to lift Cheng Ji upside down, but found that the man was surprisingly flexible. He turned him over in his hands as if he had no bones or ligaments, and then attacked his groin.
It was just the groin, not the crotch. Cheng Ji felt that hitting the testicles during the sparring was too despicable... Of course, it's not much better now.
This is what real hand-to-hand combat is like. There is no frills and it is not very pretty. The essence is to attack the opponent's most vulnerable point as much as possible in the shortest time, so as to cause the greatest damage.
Use whatever tools you have at hand. When you don't have any tools and the situation is not advantageous, you have to be cunning. Gouging out eyes and kicking the crotch are the most cost-effective moves.
Qi Beisong fell to the ground, holding his lower abdomen. In order not to groan, he bit his lips tightly with his teeth, almost biting his mouth full of blood.
Cheng Ji was also terrified. The outcome of the match just now was decided in a second. If he hadn't reacted subconsciously, he would probably have suffered a great loss.
With Qi Beisong's physique, if he were hit again, he would probably have broken his bones starting from the knee.
He panted slightly, looking down at Qi Beisong who was twitching in pain, thinking that the place was still a few inches away from the human reproduction base, and I didn't have much strength in my hands, so I wouldn't really hurt him, right? Then wouldn't his whole family want to kill me
"Where did it hit?... Let me see." Out of concern, Cheng Ji moved closer.
But Qi Beisong was half real and half pretending. When he saw Cheng Ji approaching, he suddenly hugged his legs and pulled him back with his arms.
Cheng Ji was not as strong as him, and was pulled to his back, hitting his head on the carpet.
He was shocked, as he thought Qi Beisong would have some follow-up attacks, but the guy was so proud of his success that he rested his chin on his belly, raised the corners of his mouth and started laughing.
"..." Cheng Ji quickly freed himself, turned over and put him in a cross-arm armbar, using practical actions to tell him that he was stronger when lying down than when standing.
Most of the locking techniques in Jiu-Jitsu utilize the principle of leverage. The attacker only needs to exert a little force, but the other party will suffer great pain, and in severe cases, suffer strains and dislocations.
The attack point of the cross lock is the opponent's elbow. Cheng Jizhi pushed Qi Beisong twice, and the latter trembled all over and his face was distorted, but he did not beg for mercy.
Cheng Ji then tried to test whether he would beg for mercy, but Young Master Qi was still Young Master Qi. He was as tough as a crab and could lock up anyone he wanted and beat anyone he wanted. He would never admit defeat, not in this life.
Cheng Ji took the time to look at him twice, not knowing what to do, and after a while he let go of his hand.
Qi Beisong was gasping for breath, his right arm, which had survived the disaster, was still in pain.
In a trance, he saw Cheng Ji pressing on his chest, elbowing his neck, face close to him, and said, "Then I'll leave?"
This was an extremely humiliating posture, and Qi Beisong's eyes turned red with anger.
Cheng Ji said: "Your muscles are so well-developed, but it's a pity that you don't know how to fight very well."
Qi Beisong stared at him.
"I'll teach you later when I have time, but I have to leave now." Cheng Ji said, "If I let go, you are not allowed to chase me. You won't be able to beat me even if I do!"
Qi Beisong still stared.
It was only at this moment that he saw clearly what this little girl looked like. She was wearing heavy makeup and looked so vulgar!
But he also saw that under that thick layer of cosmetics, this person had a very good model, but he deliberately made himself look neither human nor ghost.
"You... your eye shadow is smudged..." Qi Beisong said in a hoarse voice.
“…” Cheng Ji wiped his eyes awkwardly.
"The lipstick is smudged too." Qi Beisong pretended to be disgusted. "You're so ugly. I've never seen anyone as ugly as you. I want to vomit!"
Cheng Ji said, "Oh."
He stepped away, wiping his lips with his fingers and wondering, "It's not fuzzy," while walking towards the master bedroom bathroom and saying, "Then you can vomit slowly, I'm leaving."
Qi Beisong suddenly jumped up and attacked from behind. He had never suffered such a great loss in his life. As long as he was still standing and could fight, he would never let Cheng Ji get away!
Cheng Ji turned around and gave him a heart-breaking kick!
Qi Beisong was kicked back several steps, and when he sat on the ground, his eyes were still as fierce as a wolf's: "Haha, you're panting more than me!"
Cheng Ji sighed and thought, yes, because what he had done had already exceeded the limit of his body's endurance. His muscles had been less responsive since he started climbing the stairs, and now his joints should be much more sore than Qi Beisong's.
By tomorrow, his entire body will be in so much pain that he won't even be able to pick up chopsticks.
"I'll die if I don't breathe, idiot," he said casually.
"I'll kill you!!!" Qi Beisong roared.
Cheng Ji hummed, and suddenly grabbed a travel magazine on the small table and threw it at Qi Beisong.
Qi Beisong quickly used his arms to block and closed his eyes reflexively. When he opened his eyes again, Cheng Ji was already in front of him, with the tip of his nose only a few inches away from him!
Cheng Ji decided not to compete in endurance with Qi Beisong anymore because his body was about to collapse.
He clenched his right fist, protruding the second joint of his middle finger, and pressed it tightly with his index and ring fingers on both sides, fixing the middle finger nail with the base of his thumb. This technique is called fist tip, one of the most commonly used hand positions in close combat, the purpose of which is to attack the opponent's vulnerable parts, such as Adam's apple and temple.
Cheng Ji hit the temple.
Qi Beisong groaned and fell to the ground, losing consciousness.
"To make you dissatisfied..."
Cheng Ji staggered to his feet, propped up on his knees and gasped for breath. He looked at the back of his hands and shook them.
The joints on the back of his hands were all scratched, his arms and legs were bruised, and there was some blood, most of which was his own.
There was a nosebleed, probably because of the body's stress response. This would be the result of forcing a body that had never been in a fight to use its strength.
Cheng Ji lifted up his torn T-shirt, cursed inwardly, "Not even naked", and then wiped the blood from under his nose.
He squatted down and observed Qi Beisong, thinking: This guy is quite interesting. He would rather fight again and again after repeated failures than open his mouth to ask for help.
The two men were fighting like this, and the bodyguards outside the door should have heard the noise, but without Qi Beisong's call, they would not dare to come in even if they had ten times the courage.
Qi Beisong will not be unconscious for long, and Cheng Ji cannot rest, as he still has a lot of things to do.
First he had to tie Qi Beisong's hands and feet.
Secondly, he wanted to strip off his clothes and take nude photos.
Finally, he wanted to wake Qi Beisong up, and threatened with a grim smile, saying that if he retaliated against himself or Shen Zimo, he would post his nude photos on the Internet.
When taking off Qi Beisong's pants, Cheng Ji hesitated for a moment.
He is a relatively innocent person and has never done such a dirty thing before, but he has no other way to ensure his safety at the moment.
"..." He said to the unconscious Qi Beisong, "Master Qi, I'm sorry. If I hadn't stopped him in time today, that guy would have been in trouble. I really don't understand how he could be with you? What kind of magic potion would you feed him?"
In no time, he stripped Qi Beisong completely naked, including his pants and underwear, and suddenly became even more puzzled.
The size of Qi Beisong's set of things is quite spectacular.
Men are more sensitive about this aspect and will compare with each other, and Cheng Ji is no exception.
"Tsk!" He squatted down, expressing his confusion, "Qi, you have good capital. If you meet someone you like, whether it's a man or a woman, can't you just have a good relationship? Why do you have to force it?"
You are such a beautiful woman, why do you become a thief? Cheng Ji shook his head with regret. He was about to take a photo as evidence, but after searching around, he found that he didn't bring his cell phone. Didn't MB bring his cell phone to work
If you don’t have a cell phone, you’ll have to pretend you have one.
Cheng Ji woke Qi Beisong up, and looking into his eyes that were filled with anger and almost spitting fire, he flattered him and said, "Master Qi, you are very good. It is beyond my expectation. You can handle much more than I thought!"
He added: "It's not shameful for you to lose to me, because I have practiced. Of course, you may have practiced, but you practiced routines, and I didn't practice routines. People who practice routines are rigid in their moves, and we who don't practice routines are more shameless in fighting."
"To be honest, I don't have any strength left now. You can call the bodyguards in to deal with me. But you are tied up like this, and your penis is exposed. If someone sees you, your reputation for the rest of your life will be ruined. So even though I didn't stuff your mouth, you must not scream or shout, right?"
Cheng Ji smiled at Qi Beisong, and his smile was so sweet.
Qi Beisong didn't scream, he almost bit his back teeth to pieces.