The third punch failed, Zhao Liang still didn't have much expression on his face, but when Wang Youcai hadn't stabilized his center of gravity, he slammed his palm straight to the opponent's chest after receiving half of his fist.
Wang Youcai's face was shocked as he watched the opponent's palm straight to his chest. He knew very well that if Zhao Liang completely retracted his fist and then gave himself a palm, then he still had a chance to turn around and a time to dodge. But now... Now the other party didn't retract his fist at all, but went straight to his chest with a backhand, and he didn't have a chance to evade at all.
Wang Youcai's face was furious, his right foot suddenly lifted, and he kicked Zhao Liang's chest fiercely.
With a "poach", Zhao Liang took a kick in the chest and took a step back, but he was smiling.
With a "bang", Wang Youcai slapped his chest heavily, fell straight to the ground, then fell heavily on the ring, and the blood from the corners of his mouth slowly flowed out.
"Boy, not bad." Zhao Liang did not continue to attack, but looked at Wang Youcai who fell on the ring with a smile on his face. "For so many years, no one can really touch my body, you are still the first person!"
"Humph!" Wang Youcai stood up and got up. "Mr. Zhao is also not bad, I have not been beaten up to vomit blood in my mouth for so many years, and you are still the first person!"
"Really?" Zhao Liang looked smug, and raised his fist again. "Just don't know how many punches you can hold me?" Zhao Liang was still smug, and as soon as his words fell, his fists followed again.
In the first punch, Wang Youcai's head hurriedly avoided; in the second punch, Wang Youcai raised his arms to protect his chest, but was hit by a violent force, and his body also retreated several steps; When Youcai had just stabilized his center of gravity, Zhao Liang followed again, kicked his feet into the ring, and his whole body rose into the air, and slammed Wang Youcai's head with one kick.
Wang Youcai looked shocked. Although Ma He had used this trick just now, the power was not comparable to Ma He. Wang Youcai had no room to escape, so he could only raise his arms to block Zhao Liang's foot again, but Zhao Liang, who had failed, did not retract his foot. He was still in mid-air and stretched out his other one again. One foot went straight to Wang Youcai's chest.
With a "puff", Wang Youcai had no room for parry. He slapped his chest heavily, a burst of blood in his chest, a "puff" in his mouth, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body fell heavily. Fell on the ring.
"Hahaha... The so-called special forces are nothing more than this! Hahaha..." Looking at Wang Youcai who fell on the ring, blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth, it seemed that it was difficult to stand up and Zhao Liang laughed arrogantly.
Looking at Zhao Liang's arrogant face, Wang Youcai was extremely angry, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then slowly stood up again.
"Brother Wang!" Just when Wang Youcai squeezed his fist, Song Zhiyuan's cry came from his ear just when Wang Youcai was about to rush forward again. Wang Youcai turned his head slowly, and under the ring behind him was Song Zhiyuan with an anxious look. "Brother Wang, don't fight, you are not his opponent, just admit defeat!"
After listening to Song Zhiyuan’s words, Wang Youcai felt so angry, and his fists rang out, but now Wang Youcai also understands that he is not Zhao Liang’s opponent at all. After three rounds, he suffered a great loss and suffered. Seriously injured. Think again about Chen Ping's conspiracy, think about Chen Ping behind Ye Cheng, and an old and cunning Xu Chenggang. When Wang Youcai slowly loosened his clenched fist, he gave up.
"Huh!" Wang Youcai was about to give up, he was about to give up, but Zhao Liang snorted coldly, then walked to Wang Youcai and said coldly: "Timid as a mouse, embarrassing, vulnerable, this Is the so-called 18k gold medalist?"
"You..." Wang Youcai looked angry, raised his fist and smashed Zhao Liang on the head, but Zhao Liang let out Wang Youcai's fist by gently touching the side of his body.
One punch failed, Wang Youcai was extremely angry, and his left fist followed, but Zhao Liang's big hand caught him.
Zhao Liang turned around and stepped forward. As soon as he squatted, Wang Youcai was resisted, and then he fell heavily on the ring.
"Hahaha..." Zhao Liang still laughed arrogantly, raised his fist and strode towards Wang Youcai on the ring.
"Brother Wang, don't fight, come down!" Song Zhiyuan hurriedly rushed over with an anxious look, ready to reach out and pull Wang Youcai down on the ring, but he was still a step slower. Wang Youcai was already mentioned by Zhao Liang. Up.
Zhao Liang was proud of his face, grabbed Wang Youcai's shoulder with one hand, raised his fist with the other, and slammed into Wang Youcai's face.
With a "poach", Wang Youcai received a heavy blow on the face and fell straight back, but before he fell down, Zhao Liang followed up again, turned around, kicked Wang Youcai with a kick Chest.
"Ah!" With a scream, Wang Youcai's body was almost kicked up, and then he fell heavily on the ring, feeling unconscious for a while!
"Huh?" Seeing everything that happened in front of him, Song Zihao looked upright and hurriedly stood up straight. All the spectators present were also shocked by this scene. There was no cheering, no shouting, and the whole stadium for a while. It became extremely silent.
"Brother Wang!" Finally, Song Zhiyuan reacted first, rushing to Wang Youcai's side and dragging the opponent off the ring.
"Huh! It's simply vulnerable!" Looking at Wang Youcai being dragged off the ring, Zhao Liang still looked arrogant and arrogant.
Zhao Liang did not step off the ring after Wang Youcai was defeated, because according to the rules of the game, Blue Moon will have another boxer to appear on the stage, but unexpectedly, Zhao Liang stood on the ring for several minutes without seeing Blue Moon’s last one. The famous boxer took the stage.
"Now, please come to the stage on behalf of the last boxer in the Blue Moon competition!" The host seemed to be a little anxious, and kept urging: "Now, please come on the stage on behalf of the last boxer in the Blue Moon competition. If you don’t go on stage again So even if you give up the game, this game is a victory for Hongxing Group!"
"Mr. Song." Xu Chenggang turned his head slowly, looking at Song Zihao with a smug look on his face. "You guys don't want to give up the game, do you?"
"This..." Song Zihao looked embarrassed and embarrassed. Of course he understood the meaning of Xu Chenggang's words. The other party was clearly mocking himself and retreating without a fight. The shame was great.
"Dad." Just when Song Zihao felt a little embarrassed, just when Song Zihao felt faceless, Song Siyi hurried over with an angry look.
"Siyi?" Song Zihao looked puzzled. "Why are you back?"
Song Siyi’s appearance not only surprised Song Zihao, even Xu Chenggang and Chen Ping on the side were puzzled, but Chen Ping breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there was no "Mao" figure beside Song Siyi. , And then hurriedly walked to Song Siyi's body.
"Siyi, where have you been these few days, I'll be careful of you!" Chen Ping stepped forward for a moment of concern, but Song Siyi's fierce eyes were in exchange.
"Chen Ping, tell me, why did you do this, why did you collude with Yecheng and the others to deal with 18k, what on earth do you want to do?" Song Siyi is indeed a little angry now, because she just rushed into the gym and saw the boxing ring Zhao Liang knocked Wang Youcai down on the ring, and was at a loss for a while.
"I..." Chen Ping looked embarrassed. After thinking for a while, he said slowly: "Siyi, what are you talking about? This'Martial Arts Conference' is just a fair competition, so I don't have any collusion. What kind of person, I don't even want to deal with 18k!"
"Humph!" Song Siyi still looked angry, looking at Chen Ping viciously. "You still want to deceive me. You have a purpose at all. You want to seize the market in Qingyang District from my brother. Don't think I don't know."
"I... I was just temporarily helping Song Shao take care of it for a while."
"Don't lie to me, I won't believe you anymore, I've misunderstood the person, huh!"
"Siyi, why are you back?" At this moment, Song Zhiyuan slowly walked to his sister's body and looked at the other party with puzzled expression. "Didn't I ask you to come back after a while, why are you running back now? Also, what about the second "Mao"?"
"Second...Second "Mao" brother..." It seems that Song Siyi only now remembered that there was a Zhang Er "Mao" who had been following him, but looked around but there was no Zhang Er "Mao" guy. The figure immediately showed a disappointed expression on his face.
"Forget it, forget it!" Song Zhiyuan looked disappointed, shook his head helplessly, then slowly turned around, and said to Chen Ping with a serious face: "Mr. Chen, we are 18k in the game tonight. If I lose, Song Zhiyuan’s words count. From now on, the Qingyang District site will be taken care of by Hong Xing. As for the 5 million bet, I will pay you the money."