Watching Ma He's fist went straight to his face, Wang Youcai's face was disdainful. On one side of his body, his head deflected away from the opponent's first punch.
A fist failed Ma He didn't have much expression on his face, his feet slammed into the ring, his whole body suddenly rose into the air, his knees went straight to Wang Youcai's chest.
Wang Youcai still had a look of disdain, raising his arms to protect his chest tightly. But at this time Ma He didn't want to leave Wang Youcai's chance to breathe. As soon as he hit the ground, his thigh was raised again, and he hit Wang Youcai's head with a fierce kick.
"Huh!" Wang Youcai still had a look of disdain, raising his left arm and protecting his head firmly, blocking Ma He's fierce kick.
Three moves failed. At this time, Ma He was a little anxious. He squatted, stretched his thigh, and swept his leg to Wang Youcai's bottom plate.
Looking at the opponent's somewhat reluctant leg, Wang Youcai "showed" a disdainful smile on his face. He didn't even jump up, just stepped back two steps and avoided the opponent's leg.
Four moves failed, Ma He seemed to be even more angry. He stood up, raised his fist, and rushed to Wang Youcai again, hitting and kicking, and a fierce attack. Although Wang Youcai kept parrying, his chest was still heavy. Only after one punch and two steps back did he stabilize the center of gravity.
Although Wang Youcai got a punch in the chest, he still looked at Ma He with disdain after he stood firm. "Boy, just so much patience?"
"You..." Ma He looked angry and stared at Wang Youcai fiercely. After a while, he raised his fist and rushed up again.
Although Ma He was short in stature, his skills were exceptionally vigorous and agile. He retracted his fist just two steps forward, raised his thigh and kicked Wang Youcai's chest fiercely.
Facing Ma He's fierce leg, Wang Youcai did not dare to be careless, and hurriedly pulled away, but did not avoid the opponent's fierce leg, but watched Ma He's leg go straight to his chest. Come.
Looking at Wang Youcai, it seemed that he had no intention of avoiding. Ma He was at first puzzled, and then he "showed" a triumphant smile on his face. Perhaps it seemed to him that Wang Youcai had suffered from his own leg even if he could not fall to the ground. , But it will definitely hurt a lot.
With a "poach", Ma He's leg kicked Wang Youcai's chest. Although Wang Youcai took two steps back, his left hand firmly hugged Ma He's calf.
"Huh?" Ma He looked puzzled, but before he could react, Wang Youcai turned sideways, his right fist had already followed violently, and went straight to his face.
"Huh?" Ma He was shocked, his right leg was held by Wang Youcai and there was no room for dodge, and he could only raise his arms to cover his head.
With one punch, Ma He stubbornly blocked it with his arms, but a sharp pain came from his arm. With two punches, Ma He still protected his head with his arms, but Wang Youcai's fist hit like a hammer. On his arms; with three punches, Ma He still protected his head with his insensitive arms, but his arms had almost lost control.
The fourth punch, facing Wang Youcai's fierce fourth punch, Ma He had no room for parry. After splitting his arms, his fist hit Ma He's face hard; in the fifth punch, Wang Youcai was making the first move. At the time of the five punches, Ma He's arm had been released, and his face had been completely exposed under Wang Youcai's fist.
With a "poach", Ma He received a heavy punch in the face and fell straight back.
"You..." Ma He stood up slowly, raised his arm and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth heavily. "Boy, cruel enough!" Ma He's expression of anger just fell from the voice, and his feet slammed into the boxing ring. The whole body rose into the air again, and fiercely smashed Wang Youcai's body from top to bottom.
Wang Youcai still had a look of disdain, raised his arms to resist Ma He's leg firmly, and then slammed Ma He with his legs and body on his back on the fist ring.
Ma He, who fell on the ground, was almost angry to the extreme. Although he did not stand up immediately, he turned his head and looked at Wang Youcai viciously. Of course, now Ma He also understands that the name of this 18k gold medalist is not a vain name, and he is really not an opponent of others. At least it is really nothing to do with the other party.
"Boy, just roll off if you don't want to be beaten!" Wang Youcai's expression of disdain was not so kind, but he thought that there was Zhao Liang, and he didn't want to waste his energy on the boy in front of him.
"Chao!" Ma He, who fell on the ground, could not withstand such insults. He slowly stood up again, raised his fist and rushed towards Wang Youcai again.
Wang Youcai shook his head helplessly, and on one side of his body, he lifted his thigh while fisting away the opponent's fist, and kicked Ma He's chest with a fierce kick. Ma He had no room to dodge at all, his whole body almost flew up after his chest was touched, and then he fell heavily on the fist ring, with blood from the corners of his mouth, and it was difficult to stand up for a while.
"Ah... yeah..." The audience who watched Ma He who fell on the ring failed to stand up again yelled again, and the whole stadium was boiling again.
"Sure enough, he is an 18k gold medalist, he deserves to be a material from special forces!" Xu Chenggang, who was sitting next to Song Zihao for Wang Youcai's performance, was also amazed, but then he "showed" a cold smile on his face. "Mr. Song, it seems that this year's Martial Arts Conference 18k is inevitable again."
"Where, where." Of course, Song Zihao understood the meaning of Xu Chenggang's words. He turned his head and said coldly to the other party: "Don't you still have a boxer who hasn't appeared on stage? I think it must have been invited by Mr. Chen Ping. Really master, right?"
"Well, I hope it!" Xu Chenggang nodded with a smile.
"Guests and friends of the audience, we have seen the kung fu of the 18k gold medalist Mr. Wang. He deserves to be a special soldier, and he is really extraordinary. I don't know who is the third boxer representing Hong Xing? No? Knowing whether Mr. Wang can beat the opponent again and help Blue Moon Group win tonight's game, let us wait and see!"
"Dear guests and friends of the audience, let us welcome the third boxer representing Hong Xing to appear on the stage with warm applause!"
"Come on! Come on! Come on..." The audience boiled again. Amidst the shouts of all the audience, a middle-aged man who seemed to be thin and unkempt slowly stepped onto the ring.
He is about 1.8 meters tall and he is thin and weighs only 134; the light blue "color" t-shirt and the dark blue "color" coarse cloth pants are extremely uncoordinated; the thin face is unkempt, but But the eyes are piercing and sharp.
Although on the surface this person is just an ordinary middle-aged man, even like an old farmer who just came out of the village, Wang Youcai, who is standing on the ring, dare not be careless, his eyes are even more careful. Looking at each other, watching each other's every move. Of course, the current Wang Youcai also knows that it is not someone else standing in front of him, it is the famous killer king Zhao Liang, Zhao Yan!
"Mr. Zhao is really extraordinary!" Wang Youcai said coldly, not knowing whether he was complimenting or sarcastic.
"Huh!" Zhao Liang's face was cold, but he snorted coldly, without even looking up at Wang Youcai in front of him.
"Mr. Zhao has lived in seclusion for many years, and now he suddenly appears. I don't know who has such a great face to invite you out, and I don't know how much benefit you have received from others?"
"Boy, don't talk nonsense, hit if you want, and roll off if you don't!" Hearing what Wang Youcai said, Zhao Liang's face was angry, and he raised his head and glanced at Wang Youcai viciously.
"Since Wang is already standing on the ring, how can there be any reason to lose without a fight?" Wang Youcai looked angry, and opened his posture after speaking. Of course, he really wanted to see the legendary killer. How good is Wang
"You still have a bit of spine!" Zhao Liang's face was disdainful, even before he was ready, he raised his fist and rushed towards Wang Youcai.
Looking at Zhao Liang's fierce fist, Wang Youcai's face was shocked, and he hurriedly drew the opponent's first punch from one side of his body. One punch failed Zhao Liang still had a look of disdain, and his backhand punch went straight to Wang Youcai's head. Wang Youcai still looked shocked, and hurriedly raised his left arm to block the opponent's punch. However, what Wang Youcai did not expect was that the power of Zhao Liang's fist was beyond imagination. Although he blocked the opponent's fist with his arm, he still received a violent impact on his head, and his body fell to the side. Stabilized the center of gravity.
"Boy, you're not bad, you can catch my two punches!" Zhao Liang looked proud, but he didn't stop his fists, and stepped forward again with a fierce punch straight to Wang Youcai's face.
Wang Youcai looked anxious and hurriedly raised his body, Zhao Liang's fist almost flew past his face.