Seeing him being so majestic inside, Rong Yongtian felt very bad. He was indeed very powerful, but Rong Yongtian was confident that he could beat him, because Rong Yongtian felt that his moves were all wild.
Now you can see his routine from the outside. Everyone has his own boxing routine, his punching habit and his habitual direction of dodging.
Because after practicing for a long time, the muscles will have memory, and when punching, they will punch based on memory, which can give the opponent an opportunity.
After a few games, Rong Yongguang's punching and dodging habits have been understood by Rong Yongtian. If he fights with his cousin, he will definitely be able to beat him.
"Hey, Yongtian, do you want to come in?"
Rong Yongguang inside was shouting.
"Okay!" Rong Yongtian responded and stood up and went in.
There is no protection when entering the Octagon. There is no headgear, only gloves and braces at most.
"Have you never played in the octagonal cage before?" Rong Yongguang asked.
Rong Yongtian said: “I’ve played it several times!”
"That's good. The rules here are no different from those in other places. It's just that before we start, we have to explain clearly whether we want to train or to fight officially. Training is just for fun, and formal fighting is just fighting. It’s normal to get injured before you admit defeat. How about we just come and train? You were injured just now!”
Rong Yongguang dug a hole for him again, the same hole again, and Rong Yongtian would jump in every time. Rong Yongguang always tried and failed.
That's it, Rong Yongtian is going to suffer a loss today.
"How about just playing around?" Rong Yongguang asked again.
Rong Yongtian, who had already reached the iron cage, said: "Cousin, let's have a good fight!"
"Since you insist so much, then I will accompany you. There is a rule here. There is a formal fight. The winner will be rewarded. The boss will be here soon and he will be the referee for them!"
"no problem!"
A formal fight requires a referee. For Rong Yongtian, the standard of letting the boss come out as a referee is not enough. It is enough to give him face. Everyone present can be a referee.
After a while, a middle-aged man came. He was a very strong man and you could tell at a glance that he practiced regularly.
"Old Tang, this is my brother. There will be a formal fight later. Please keep an eye on me. What's the prize today?" Rong Yongguang asked.
Old Tang came up to shake hands with Rong Yongtian, who was a little perfunctory and just nodded and touched his hands.
"Welcome to play here, brother. Today's prizes are pretty good. Anyone in this gym who wants to be the winner can take it away. Except for myself, of course, there is also three months of free membership classes from a beautiful coach! Ours You can choose the winner of the beautiful coach at will," Boss Tang said.
The biggest reward is the last one. Isn’t this something in disguise? Anyone with a discerning eye can see that it is really exciting. Even Rong Yongtian, who is not interested in these so-called beautiful coaches, is also excited because it is a prize.
There are prizes in the game, and they are such prizes, which greatly satisfies the man's desire to be a hero.
"Ha, Old Tang, you are bleeding profusely today. This brother of mine is very good at fighting!" Rong Yongguang said with a smile: "You have never given me such a prize before. It's not fair, it's not fair..."
"Xiaoguang, what kind of fairness do you need? Tell me about fairness? There is no fairness in this world!" Boss Tang spoke in a strange tone.
"Haha..." Rong Yongguang smiled. He was much younger than Boss Tang.
Boss Tang said again: "Are you not getting enough prizes from me? You still want more prizes, just dream!"
"Aha, you use seeds..." Rong Yongguang laughed and was not angry at all.
"That's it!" Boss Tang said, "Are you two ready?"
Rong Yongtian nodded. He felt that Boss Tang did things neatly and should be a reliable person, although he didn't speak very nicely.
"Okay, let's start..."
Rong Yongguang looked at his cousin.
bell…
The bell rang outside the cage and the game began.
"Brother, there are no emotions at all after entering here. There are only wins and losses. Life and death are the most realistic. Don't blame me..." Rong Yongguang said in a deep voice.
"Don't worry, I will definitely smash your face!" Rong Yongtian said.
There should always be some atmosphere in a battle, and harsh words are a good way to do that.
"Haha, it depends on your ability. Just don't go back crying to your mother when the time comes!" Rong Yongguang said with a smile.
"Looking for death..." Rong Yongtian became furious and rushed forward to beat him.
It was always like this when he was a child. After he was beaten by Rong Yongguang, he would run back to his mother crying every time. Then his mother would come out and scold Rong Yongguang, or beat or scold adults...
This scene is all about Rong Yong
Tian felt pricked in his heart. How could he not be angry when he was mentioned again this time
Now let him turn his anger into strength and avenge his shame!
"Slow down, don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry..." Rong Yongguang said.
But Rong Yongtian was still chasing and beating fiercely, as if he was trying to deal with an enemy. The referee Old Tang next to him felt strange. Don't they have a very good relationship? Why does it seem like they are enemies
It seems that the winner has been decided. No need to watch. What kind of referee is needed
Soon, Rong Yongtian was pushed to the ground by Rong Yongguang, locking him so that he could not move.
Only then will Rong Yongguang show his true strength, and his locking skills are almost unrivaled.
Rong Yongtian's hands and feet were locked by him, and it was useless no matter how hard he tried.
"Admit defeat, it's useless!" Rong Yongguang said, "Otherwise your hand will be broken!"
"No… "
"It's useless. You know in your heart that it's not worth it to break your arm, and your future..."
"No, it's impossible..."
"Yongtian, why bother?"
"No, no..." Rong Yongtian used all his strength and struggled to unlock it, but he couldn't do it at all, or he couldn't do it at all.
His hands and feet hurt so much that he was covered in sweat. It hurt whenever he exerted himself.
"It's useless, haha, you can't beat me, give up, come back when you are strong enough, now you admit defeat, and then I let you go..."
"No, it's impossible..."
The more he said this, the stronger his desire to win, so how could he admit defeat? If you can't even beat Rong Yongguang, can you participate in the selection now
"Haha, I just used half of my strength to push you to the ground and rub you. How can you win against me? I can break your hands and feet at will now. Give up, you can't do it..."
People who have the upper hand in the arena often say such depressing words to psychologically defeat their opponents and make them surrender.
This is more rewarding than physically defeating your opponent.
Men always want to feel a sense of accomplishment, right
"Forget it, for your mother's sake, I won't break your hands and feet, otherwise she will come to Kyoto to find me and fight for her life..."
When he said this, Rong Yongguang still didn't let him go.
"You..." Rongyong was in a bad mood. He was still being humiliated at this time. How could he swallow this