Zhang Er's "Mao" rushed forward with a fierce attack, even with a drill, which was extremely vicious. Now Zhang Er's "Mao" is very clear in his heart that he has no better way to deal with Zhao Liang other than offense, and he has to resort to a complete solution.
Zhang Er's "Mao" attacked fiercely, Zhao Liang parried cautiously, and occasionally seized the opportunity to counterattack two punches. Both sides fought inextricably for a time. The surrounding audience held their breath, and the atmosphere did not dare to take another mouthful. Yu's master showdown appeared in front of everyone.
"Sure enough, it's a five-element boxing, is it really him?" Song Zihao carefully looked at Zhang Er's "Mao" every move, every move, and said softly in his mouth: "Couldn't the old thing be dead yet," Did that old thing really find his own heir?"
"Dad, what are you talking about?" Song Zhiyuan looked at his father with a puzzled expression. "Who is he, who has found the heir?"
"No... Nothing?" Song Zihao hurriedly put away the excited expression on his face, shook his head gently at his son, did not speak any more, just watched carefully at the fisting ring. One move.
After a fierce attack, Zhang Er's "Mao" did not succeed, but his physical strength was exhausted, and his heart was secretly anxious. The guy in front of him is really powerful, his Wuxingquan doesn't seem to be his opponent at all, and he doesn't even want to knock down the opponent by winning Kung Fu.
After Zhang Er's "Mao" used two consecutive punches to "force" Zhao Liang back, he hurriedly retreated two steps, and then stabilized his posture.
"Boy, just this little physical strength?" Zhao Liang also seemed to see that Zhang Er's "Mao" in front of him seemed a little exhausted, and looked at Zhang Er's "Mao" with a smug look.
"Huh! It's just the beginning!" Zhang Er's "Mao" face was angry and composure, but he didn't want to lose face in front of Zhao Liang, let alone let the other party know that he felt exhausted.
"Oh? Really?" Zhao Liang "showed" a triumphant smile on his face. "Take me a few tricks!" As soon as the voice fell, Zhao Liang raised his fist and rushed towards Zhang Er's "Mao".
Facing Zhao Liang's fierce fist with Zhang Er's "Mao" face, he raised his fist and rushed towards Zhao Liang. One step, two steps, Zhang Er's "Mao" kicked the boxing ring with his left foot, his whole body rose into the air, and his right foot went straight to Zhao Liang's chest.
Facing Zhang Er's fierce kick, Zhao Liang hurriedly stopped his posture, but there was a smile of disdain on his face, and the fists he had sent out did not retract, but went straight to Zhang Er's Mao. The soles of the feet.
With a bang, Zhang Er's "Mao" took a heavy blow on the sole of his foot, and his whole body was bounced back. Although he landed on his heel, his entire right leg was numb, and it seemed that it would be difficult to stand up straight. Zhang Er's "Mao" shifted his weight to his left leg. Although sweat was coming from his forehead, he was still forced to calm down and looked complacent. He didn't want Zhao Liang to know that his right leg was injured for a short time. There is no way to use force inside.
Zhao Liang's fist hit the soles of Zhang Er's "Mao" and received a violent impact. This guy also took two steps back to stabilize his center of gravity. The entire right arm was also numb, and it was difficult for him to use any force for a while. Zhao Liang stretched his arm to his back and shook it vigorously. His eyes were fixed on Zhang Er's "Mao" on the opposite side. Although he was still disdainful, he was also secretly flustered.
In Zhao Liang's opinion, Zhang Er's "Mao" is not easy. The punch he had just changed to an ordinary person would definitely break the opponent's entire thigh meridian, and it would definitely destroy the opponent's entire leg. ,but now…
Zhang Er's "Mao" injured his right leg, and Zhao Liang couldn't use his right hand to exert any strength. Neither of them attacked again, just watching each other's every move carefully.
Zhang Er's "Mao" adjusted his breath as much as possible, shaking his right leg from time to time in order to recover as soon as possible, but his move seemed to have attracted Zhao Liang's attention, and the other party seemed to have noticed that his right leg was injured. .
"Huh!" Zhao Liang looked disdainful, and when he felt a little bit on his right arm, he raised his fist again.
With one punch, two punches, Zhang Er's "Mao" almost avoided Zhao Liang's fist with one left foot.
The third punch, as soon as Zhao Liang's third punch was delivered, the knee of his right foot suddenly lifted up and went straight to Zhang Er's "Mao" chest. Zhang Er's "Mao" face was tense, one hand put away Zhao Liang's fist, and the other hand blocked Zhao Liang's knee that hit his chest. But what surprised Zhang Er's "Mao" was that Zhao Liang's knee didn't seem to have much strength at all, and the other party hurriedly retracted the knee when his arm was blocked.
Just when Zhang Er's "Mao" felt a little puzzled, Zhao Liang retracted his fist, took a step back, turned around and smashed Zhang Er's "Mao"'s head with one leg.
"Huh?" Zhang Er's "Mao" face was shocked, and he hurriedly leaned back, Zhao Liang's feet almost swept past his face.
When he failed, Zhao Liang didn't seem to be surprised at all. He didn't retract his stretched leg. With the help of the strength he just turned around, he squatted, and his thigh swept towards Zhang Er's "Mao" bottom plate. Both legs were made in one go, and Zhang Er's "Mao" was injured in his right leg, so there was no room for dodge for a while.
With a sound of "Bang", there was a sharp pain in the calf, and Zhang Er's "Mao" body fell heavily on the ring.
Zhang Er's "Mao" looked angry and stood up, but Zhao Liang didn't seem to leave him a chance to breathe. Just as Zhang Er's "Mao" was about to stand up, Zhao Liang's fist followed again. Aiming at Zhang Er's "Mao" is a blow.
Although Zhang Er's "Mao" was secretly anxious, he didn't panic for a while, let alone "chaotic" his mind, and hurriedly parried.
With a punch straight to the head, Zhang Er's "Mao" head deflected, which is considered as hiding; a palm of Zhang Er's "Mao" raised his left arm, leaving Zhao Liang's palm away; kicking towards the lower abdomen On the legs, Zhang Er's "hairy" calves stretched out, and his knees topped, pushing Zhao Liang's leg back towards his lower abdomen. For a while, the two were inextricably beaten again.
After Zhao Liang's fierce attack, his physical strength seemed to have dropped a lot, his fist speed was not so fast, and his strength seemed to be unable to keep up, but at this moment, when Zhang Er's "Mao" seemed to be careless, Zhao Liang's fists did not match. Without taking it back, he took a step forward and hugged Zhang Er's "Mao."
Zhang Er's "Mao" face was angry, and he wanted to punch, but the opponent's body was too close to him, and his fists couldn't use his strength at all. He thought of a leg, but his body was hugged tightly by the opponent, and he couldn't do anything. No way out of the leg.
Zhang Er's "Mao" was worried and angry. He never thought that Zhao Liang would be so rascal and would hug himself like a woman.
"Huh!" Zhao Liang's face was smug, and when Zhang Er's "Mao" was a little angry, he snorted coldly when he was a little careless, and then slammed his head against Zhang Er's "Mao"'s forehead.
"Huh?" Zhang Er's "Mao" didn't expect that the other party would make such a move. There was no room for dodge for a while, and he gave a bang, hitting his forehead heavily.
After being hit by Zhao Liang in this way, Zhang Er's "Mao" suddenly felt that his entire head was exploded, his entire head "rumbled" straight, and his body took a few steps to stabilize his center of gravity.
"Boy, take it to death!" Zhao Liang yelled, and his fists followed almost at the same time that Zhang Er's "Mao" hadn't stabilized his center of gravity. Zhang Er's "Mao" face was shocked, and he avoided a punch. After two punches, he couldn't avoid the third punch. He was punched hard in the chest, and he took two steps back again, leaning on the side. On the guardrail.
"Huh!" Zhao Liang was smug, and he stepped forward with a fierce beating. One punch, two punches; one palm, two palms, almost every blow hit Zhang Er's "Mao" chest firmly.
"Puff..." Zhang Er's "Mao" with a long mouthful of blood fell heavily on the ring. No matter how difficult it was to stand up for a while, the blood in his mouth burst out like a torrent of blood.
"Two "Mao", two "Mao", woo..." Everyone around was yelling, but now Zhang Er's "Mao" only had Li Jingjing's voice in his ears. "Second "Mao", don't fight, I beg you, don't stand up, wait for me to recover and then help you clean up Zhao Liang, okay? Second "Mao", you speak, I beg you, you promise me Okay? Woo..."
Zhang Er's "Mao" did not speak, but slowly raised his head, looked at Song Zhiyuan, who was worried, Song Siyi, who was crying, and Zhao Liang, who was arrogant.
"Second'Mao' brother, second'Mao' brother, woo..." Song Siyi cried, hesitated, turned and rushed to Chen Ping on the other side of the ring. "Chen Ping, please let go of your mouth. If we give up in today's game, I beg you."
"Huh!" Chen Ping was angry and disdainful. He pushed Song Siyi hard, then turned and walked behind Zhao Liang. "Mr. Zhao, go up and abolish that kid!" Of course, Chen Ping now does not want to let Zhang Er's "Mao" go. After all, he also knows that Zhang Er's "Mao" is really skilled, and no one is his opponent except Zhao Liang. . Zhao Liang had to go back to the Hushan Island Prison. If Zhang Er's "Mao" is not abolished, there will be endless troubles.
"Yeah!" Zhao Liang nodded with a certain face, and then viciously walked towards Zhang Er's "Mao" who fell on the ring with his fists in advance.