December 16th, the third day of the Extreme Martial Arts Conference.

The lightweight Group C match has attracted more and more attention, and to be precise, Wu Li's match has attracted a lot of attention.

Wu Li easily defeated his opponent in the previous two battles, which can be said to have earned enough eyeballs, and many martial arts enthusiasts began to build momentum for Wu Li on the Internet, after all, in recent years, various 'masters' have been knocked out, and martial arts lovers have been disappointed again and again.

And for many Chuanwu Hei, Wu Li's behavior is undoubtedly a naked slap in the face, in fact, many of them don't care whether Chuanwu can fight or not, they just find a sense of superiority in the process of denying Chuanwu, the feeling that they are on the right side, and the strong side looks down on others makes them very fascinated, so they can't allow someone to stand up and destroy this pleasure.

Wu Li is not the only person who uses his martial arts skills to fight in the ring, and there is more than one example of using the skills of martial arts to achieve results in the ring, but even if the public sees it, they can't recognize it as the skills of martial arts, for example, many champions of the UFC are studying and learning traditional martial arts, and have used these skills to win in the ring.

Actually, not necessarily, but they don't want to admit it, because if they admit it, wouldn't it prove that they were wrong before?

On the Internet, dad can admit it, but he can't admit his mistakes!

So when Wu Li's matter became a big one, a group of people who didn't really care about whether Chuan Wu could fight or not, but they were extremely concerned about Wu Li's victory or loss, because this would determine whether their sense of superiority could continue to be maintained.

In a rental house, Shen Xiaoming was lying on the bed typing frantically on his mobile phone.

Xiao Ming is too powerful: "Is Wu Li your father?

He typed such words in Wu Li's live broadcast room, and was immediately inundated with countless comments, some directly scolding and some mocking.

Shen Xiaoming gritted his teeth and continued typing with his hands quickly.

"In the first game, I won a retired player, and in the second game, I beat an injured rookie, so I was embarrassed to start blowing such a record?"

"I think Chuanwu is really pitiful, he will blow crazy with a little achievement, if Wu Li loses to Quanzhi in a while, will your face be beaten too much?"

"What kind of macho brother, laughing to death, I think he's a younger brother!"

......

There were a lot of people who spoke in the comment area, and Shen Xiaoming's words were wiped out within a few seconds, and he had to repeatedly post these words several times, once he saw someone replying to him, his eyes immediately lit up, and he entered the battle state in good spirits.

"I'm going to play. ”

In the live broadcast room, Wu Li smiled at the camera, then handed over the phone to others, and began to walk towards the field.

"Come on, macho brother!"

"Come on!"

"KO opponent!"

"Can it be faster this time?"

......

The comment area was almost full of blessings, and Shen Xiaoming posted a sentence "Trash, wait to lose!", but was quickly drowned in a cheering voice.

"Stupid. Shen Xiaoming looked at Wu Li's back in the camera, pursed his lips disdainfully, and scolded in a low voice.

In the past, he scolded the anchor like this in other live broadcast rooms, and he was banned a long time ago, but I don't know why he was never banned in Wu Li's live broadcast room, Wu Li never ignored him, which made Shen Xiaoming feel more uncomfortable than being banned, so he was even more disgusted with Wu Li.

This time, the mobile phone lens was quickly adjusted, and the situation on the field could be clearly seen, Wu Li and Quanzhi After the two warmed up, they came on the court one after another, and the referee called the two together to explain the rules.

Soon, the referee waved his hand and signaled the game to begin.

Shen Xiaoming sat up straight, his eyes fixed on the screen.

I saw that Wu Li and Quan Zhi quickly met together, Wu Li took the lead in attacking with a tiger holding his head, Quan Zhi took a step back to avoid the edge, and then punched back, Wu Li used a split fist to block the time to counterattack.

In the first minute of the game, the two attacked and defended each other, but in general, Wu Li played more aggressively, and he chose to fight back with many of Quan Zhi's attacks.

"Attack, what are you afraid of him!" Shen Xiaoming said anxiously to the screen, he didn't really know much about fighting, but judging from the scene, Wu Li seemed to be more fierce, which made him a little unhappy.

seemed to hear Shen Xiaoming's heart, and on the field, Quan Zhi strengthened his attack, cooperated with his fists and feet, and played a set of combination techniques to defeat Wu Li.

"Yes, that's it!" Shen Xiaoming raised his arms excitedly.

As a result, the smile didn't last for three seconds, and Wu Li suddenly seized an opportunity on the court, opened Quanzhi's right arm with a horizontal fist, stepped forward to grab it, and got close to him, and knocked Quanzhi down with a fist covering his face.

"I ......" Shen Xiaoming's face turned red, and his words were stuck in his throat.

On the field, although Quan Zhi fell to the ground, he quickly reacted and immediately raised his legs to aim at Wu Li and 'turned Wu Li away'.

Wu Li didn't seem to have any intention of fighting with Quan Zhi, so he took the initiative to back down and give Quan Zhi time to get up again.

After that, the two of them went back and forth, and they were much more cautious, focusing on defense, and did not give Wu Li a chance to knock him down.

Five minutes are up, the first game is over, and the comment area of Wu Li's live broadcast room is also lively:

Flying toad: "Wow, I'm nervous!"

Uncle II: "Wonderful! Wu Li played well!"

Wu Li's little fan sister: "I can't even understand, who can tell me if it's the macho brother who has the upper hand?"

A person's spring: "Yes, Wu Li's offense is very fierce, and the second half of the whole ambition is mainly on defense. ”

I have a pair of big iron fists: "In the first half, Wu Li looked for an opportunity to knock out his opponent, and was hit a lot by Quan Zhi, and the resistance is really strong, but the score in the first game may not be as high as Quan Zhigao." ”

Wu Li's little fan sister: "Ah? means that the macho brother is going to lose (pitiful)?"

I have a pair of big iron fists: "What's the matter, it's only the first game, don't worry (cold sweat)." ”

Xiao Ming is too powerful: "Cut! I'll just say that Wu Li can't do it, and when he meets a real professional player, he will wilt (despise)!"

Wu Li's little fan sister: "This person is so annoying, doesn't there be an administrator, ban him (frowning)." ”

Uncle II: "Ignore him, troll." ”

Shen Xiaoming lay on the bed and sneered, suddenly had a sense of existence, and typed quickly with his hands.

"No, it's not good, Wu Li loses for a while, some people don't cry (sneer). ”

The 30-second break between the rounds ended quickly, and Wu Li and Quan Zhi fought together again.

The comment section suddenly fell silent, and everyone's attention returned to the field.

Seeing that no one took care of him, Shen Xiaoming looked at Wu Li on the field unhappily.

"Hmph, we'll see how you lose in a moment!"

(Definitely not every game will be written in detail, this time it will be described from a different perspective)