The Taekwondo Club left dejectedly, and the next thing was the Chuan Wu Club vs. the Dance Club.

"President, when are we going to go?"

"I'll go up with Gongyin, Guan Ping, and Yang Kuo first," Bai Jun gathered up and said, "Manlou, when we are done competing, you take Xinbai, Sihai, and Xuenan to play the second game, and let Li Nan, Li Fan, Zhou Zheng, and Haoqiu come in the third game." ”

"No problem. Feng Manlou nodded.

In the host's briefing, Bai Junji, Guan Ping, Yang Kuo, and Jiang Gongyin got up and walked towards the ring and began to wear protective gear.

At that end, Seinfeld also came to the stage with three members of the five big and three thick clubs, he went straight to the No. 3 ring, and sneered at Guan Ping: "Guan Ping, I finally have the opportunity to beat you up in public, it's really providential." ”

"Alas, Seinfeld, haven't I explained it all, why are you so persistent, I really didn't know she had a girlfriend at the time!" Guan Ping said helplessly.

"Fart, who are you fooling!"

"Guan Ping, now I'm in the ring, I have something to say after the fight!" Bai Junji reminded softly while wearing a chest guard.

If the news of Guan Ping digging other people's corners spreads, it will definitely be a catastrophe for the Chuanwu Society, which has just improved a little, at least it is estimated that it will not be able to recruit female members in the future.

Guan Ping shrugged his shoulders, and sure enough, he no longer defended himself with Seinfeld, and after silently putting on the protective gear, he opened his posture and waited for the game to start.

"You say, Seinfeld and Guan Ping, two rivals in love, who will win?" Du Xinbai, who has never been a big gossip and didn't think much of a big deal, saw that Seinfeld's eyes were about to erupt with fire, and he immediately became excited.

"It's hard to say, Seinfeld's size is not weak at first glance. Li Fan said.

"I think Guan Ping will win," Feng Manlou said, "The competition is a technical job, and you must be absolutely calm, otherwise it is easy to show flaws." ”

Du Xinbai and the others nodded thoughtfully, after joining the Chuanwu Society, they also fought a few actual battles, and with a little actual combat experience, they knew that calmness in actual combat was far more advantageous than anger.

Everyone was planning to win or lose the four games, and on the edge of the venue, Ye Qingling suddenly came over and sat in front of Fengmanlou.

"Hmm, Qingling, you're done with your work?"

"Well, in order to watch the game, I only picked the job of guiding you to the car, and the others were retired. Ye Qingling turned his head and winked at him playfully.

followed her to see the situation on the field, covered her mouth and shouted softly: "Oh my God, Senior Guan has faced Seinfeld, it seems that they are rivals in love, right?!"

"Do you know this, I remember that Guan Ping rarely mentioned this matter to others, right?" Feng Manlou was stunned.

"Hehe, don't underestimate my connections at school. ”

While the two were chatting, the gong sounded at the beginning of the match, and Seinfeld let out a loud shout and threw himself at Guan Ping. Guan Ping was in full swing, and just as he was about to take the move, the former was short, his feet were raised, and he drew a powerful but graceful and agile arc in the air, kicking towards his head.

Guan Ping's heart was terrified, he didn't dare to take it hard, and dodged to the side with one side, who knew that Seinfeld missed a blow, and after getting up, he held the ground with both hands again, and immediately after a side flip, it was a roundhouse kick. Guan Ping misjudged in a wavering posture, and took a solid kick in his right arm.

This time the audience was boiling, and all the audience didn't expect that there was a kind of martial arts in this world that was so similar to dance!

"The moves of the people in the War Dance Club are so gorgeous, it's like street dance!"

"Yes, I want to learn this countless times, I can still beat people when I look beautiful, it's a folding stool in the martial arts world!"

"This war dance is beautiful, but it feels too riotous, and it feels a little unserious. ”

Feng Manlou looked at the four members of the War Dance Club on the stage as if they were dancing, and woke up the system to see what kind of martial arts the War Dance was.

[War Dance: Capoeira.]

In the 16th century, a unique dance developed by immigrants of Western descent was a unique dance between art and martial arts. Although the dance to the rhythm of the music is usually similar to that of a pair of two, the dance moves are considered to have a strong combat use, combining a lot of martial arts movements such as side flips, slalom kicks, and handstands.

Although the martial art has existed for hundreds of years, it was not until the 1930s that capoeira was officially allowed to be taught among the people, because this dance originated in the continent but integrated into the cultural characteristics of the indigenous people of the West to a considerable extent, so it is considered one of the most important local cultural symbols and national skills in the West. 】

It turned out to be a dance between art and martial arts, no wonder it is so much like a dance, feelings are dance!

Feng Manlou thought to himself, since it is a dance, it should be worse than orthodox martial arts, and it is estimated that the president will soon be able to find a flaw.

Sure enough, as soon as he had an idea, Bai Junji took advantage of the fact that the opponent's somersault was only half completed, stepped out, handed out a punch, hit the opponent's chest, and slammed the ground, and the opponent was directly smashed to the ground by a punch, falling in all directions.

It stands to reason that with protective gear on his body, even if he is punched, it will not be anything, but Bai Junji's fist is too heavy, even if it is through the guard, the opponent who still hits him has black eyes, almost turns his back and can't get up anymore.

"Push it to the corner!" Seeing this, the referee immediately blocked the way in front of Bai Junji.

"Okay. Bai Junji nodded, retreated to the opposite corner and waited, because it was a mixed martial arts rule, he could have taken advantage of the victory to chase and give the opponent a few punches, but in the confidence of his martial arts, he didn't do that, but cooperated to step aside.

In the final analysis, it is only an amateur game, although the rules allow "mending the knife", but for the purpose of protecting the students, the referee basically does not give anyone the opportunity to "make up the knife".

Bai Junji's punch can break three green bricks, which is something that a business martial arts club member can bear, and after a few seconds, the referee will end the game and immediately announce that Bai Junji KO is over.

"Concession. Bai Junji clasped his fists in salute to the opponent who was encouraged to get up, took off his protective gear, and turned back to the rest area.

"President, it's a good time!" Feng Manlou waited for him to sit down, and immediately gave a thumbs up.

"Hehe, you've already discovered the shortcomings of the war dance, right?" Bai Junji said with a smile.

"Well, the amplitude of their movements is too large, resulting in a lack of cohesion between moves, as long as you get used to the frequency of their movements, you can defeat them in one fell swoop when they use the old moves and the new ones are not available. Feng Manlou said with a smile.

"Haha, Manlou, just by your words, there is no doubt that you are already a martial arts master. Bai Junji said to the others, "Remember, the people of the War Dance Club are very easy to deal with, as long as they dodge and dodge their attacks and strike at the first time, they will be helpless." ”

"Understood, I'll kick him when they roll sideways, and keep him lying on the ground directly!" Du Xinbai laughed.

With Bai Junji's leading demonstration, Yang Kuo and Jiang Gongyin immediately found the key.

I saw Jiang Gongyu seize the opportunity, slammed his body when the opponent turned sideways, and swept the thousands of troops directly swept the opponent in the air, and fell to the ground with a "snap".

Jiang Gongyu didn't give the other party any respite, he stepped forward and punched the opponent directly in the face, although through the protective gear, the opponent was still beaten and passed out on the spot.

Yang Kuo's side was even more exquisite, when the opponent made a one-handed downward split, he came to the opponent in one step, pushed out with both hands, slapped him to the ground, and sat on the opponent with a butt, and the opponent couldn't raise his head with a stormy fist.

"Stop!" Seeing that the War Dance Club only had the ability to hold his fists and protect his head, he didn't have the slightest strength to fight back, so he immediately stopped between the two, and kept waving his arms above his head, "TKO, Chuanwu Club wins!"

"KO, Chuan Wu Society wins!"

Both referees shouted at the same time.

Yang Kuo and Jiang looked at each other together, smiled, hugged their fists and said "concede", took off their protective gear, and walked back to the rest area.

As soon as the two arrived at the rest area, Bai Junji immediately stretched out his hand to high-five them, "Well done." ”

"Haha, if you hadn't discovered the weakness of War Dance first, Yang Kuo and I would probably have been fighting for a while. Jiang Gongyin laughed.

Speaking of the difference between this tournament and other formal competitions, in addition to the distinctive martial arts categories between various clubs, there is also one thing, that is, there is no rest time in a game, once the two sides start, they need to distinguish the winner and loser, just like a real folk competition.

The three of them went down one after another, and only Guan Ping, who was fighting with Seinfeld, was left in the ring, unlike the other three members who lost quickly, as the president, Seinfeld's moves were much faster, because he only wanted to beat each other, and even the successive defeats of the club members did not affect his fighting spirit at all.

Guan Ping tried the method used by Bai Junji several times in succession, but was blocked back by the opponent's flying legs, and when he was at a loss, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, took the initiative to jump out of the opponent's attack range, and began to fight around the edge of the ring.

Seinfeld was furious, not knowing that the other party was really using tactics, and continued to attack frantically, and after about two or three minutes, beads of sweat the size of beans fell from his head, and they were scattered everywhere in the ring.

"Guan Ping, you shrunken turtle, you have the ability to fight with me!" Seinfeld, who was in the early stage of dressing, saw Guan Ping running away again, and he was angry, so he was about to turn over and kick himself, and as soon as his hands supported the ground, he slipped and suddenly lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground.

Guan Ping was this opportunity, bullied himself, grabbed Seinfeld's back, opened the bow left and right, and slammed his head like a storm with a swinging fist.

Seinfeld was almost fainted by this swing punch, but thinking that he was being hated by the green, he took a breath and struggled to get up the bridge, and actually pushed Guan Ping away, followed by a side flip, and his left leg went straight to the opposite door.

Guan Ping didn't expect him to be so desperate, he forgot to get up as soon as he sat on the ground, and seeing that the other party was about to kick him in the face, he hurriedly raised his hand to block, but his heart was half cold.

Seinfeld's kick pressed almost all the weight of his whole body on it, and if he was kicked, even if he had a guard on his arm and a helmet on his head, it was estimated that he would be able to carry it off.

"Haha, Guan Ping, your retribution is coming, watch me kick off your front teeth!" Seinfeld was very happy in his heart, this step down, even if Guan Ping blocked Lian with his arm, he could kick his arm bone to the bone!

Just when he was about to kick Zhongguan, an unexpected change happened again, and his palm suddenly made a "slippery" sound.