The next morning, Liu Yitian called Wang Fugui: "It's okay to lose, but you must not work too hard, I will definitely go to watch you play, if you work too hard and hurt yourself, I will never forgive you for the rest of my life." ”

What she said, in Wang Fugui's ears, was a bit like Huang Ziyan, if she hadn't honed Huang Ziyan, Wang Fugui might not have been able to understand, but at this time, he understood.

"Yi Tian, don't worry. ”

At this moment, Wang Fugui's heart was full of confidence.

In Zheng Yongmeng's first game, there were a lot of people who came to watch, let alone Zheng Yongmeng's side.

On Wang Fugui's side, the people from the Xinghua Martial Arts Hall, including Zhang Weiguo, also came, and then Liu Yitian also came with her followers, not to mention the rest of the audience.

The crowd watching the match was overcrowded, and Muay Thai was far more popular in South Vietnam than in the Nakunlun Showdown in China.

Wang Fugui saw Liu Yitian's gaze and nodded at her, Zheng Yongmeng also saw Liu Yitian, but he also thought that Liu Yitian was here to cheer him on, and also nodded.

Liu Yitian smiled delicately, but only she knew which one she smiled at.

On stage, Zheng Yongmeng grinned at Wang Fugui: "Win me, I can fulfill your wish." ”

Speaking Chinese, not too fluent, the words are not very accurate, the voice is thick and deep, but can be understood.

And the meaning in his eyes was not ridicule, but it seemed that he really hoped that Wang Fugui would win him.

Wang Fugui is a stupid bird in the love field, but the understanding of the brain is very good at this time, he really understands Zheng Yongmeng's thoughts at this time, Zheng Yongmeng is a martial arts idiot, he has been used to winning for so many years, and he really hopes that he can beat him when he meets a master.

He doesn't really want to lose, he just wants to meet a stronger opponent.

Wang Fugui has seen the late Master Jin Yong's "Smiling Proud Jianghu", in which there is a Dugu seeking defeat, Zheng Yongmeng's thoughts at this time are similar to Dugu seeking defeat.

Wang Fugui also grinned, but did not speak, his temper, he didn't like to hang things on his lips, but his eyes showed his determination to win, Zheng Yongmeng saw his gaze, but he was very happy.

He rejoiced in such an opponent.

There are countless people who pat him on the back, whether intentionally or unintentionally, there is no one who can win him, he really wants to meet a fighter who dares to fight to win him.

This is a serious martial artist who only has fists in his heart, and the victory or defeat is not in his thoughts.

At the beginning of the game, Zheng Yongmeng's eyes suddenly gathered, and his honest and somewhat ugly face showed a fierce light like a beast.

If he used to look like a bear, at this time, he directly became a polar bear, a hungry polar bear who saw its prey.

Wang Fugui felt extremely pressured when he arrived.

He stood firm, his back arched, and his hands on his chest, divided into front and back.

The ten toes of both feet are tightly clasped into the ring, as if they are glued together with the ring, and the table under their feet is glued firmly, and there is a slight gathering of strength at the tail vertebrae, which is neither tight nor loose, just like a state of slight pressure from a spring.

The waist is like a grinding plate, swaying freely left and right, the upper body, all in a relaxed state, the hands are not clenched like the tiger fist, but loosely worn in the boxing gloves, between the ten fingers, as if there is a cotton ball.

His eyes looked at Zheng Yongmeng's eyes, but they didn't stare at him like Zheng Yongmeng, but as if they were looking at him, and as if they didn't look at him, they seemed to have a feeling of being in a daze.

It was as if he was not standing in the ring, but on the top of a high mountain, collecting the aura of heaven and earth and breathing the essence of the sun and the moon.

Gen his back, not his body, walk in his court, and see his people.

Wang Fugui's mysterious demeanor made Zheng Yong stunned for a moment.

The audience couldn't see it, but as a martial arts practitioner and an opponent, he had such an intuition after rolling and stumbling in the ring for a long time.

His instincts reminded him that this opponent was a bit eccentric.

However, Zheng Yongmeng was a little stunned, and then he put it behind his head, striding closer, the hand in front of him was slightly raised, and the hand behind him then rushed over with a punch.

Wang Fugui didn't seem to care, but he looked lax on the outside, and his thoughts were tense, and as soon as Zheng Yong's fierce fist arrived, he flicked it and pushed it out.

Whether it's boxing or Muay Thai, if you can't use footwork to dodge, you can only protect the important parts of your body.

If you want to learn from the martial arts movie, you can block all the opponent's fists vividly, which is bragging, because no one reacts so quickly.

But Wang Fugui set aside them one by one.

With the eyes, through the brain and then to the hand, it is absolutely unresponsive.

Neijiaquan pays attention to the induction of aura, not with eyes, but with aura, or induction in the heart.

To put it bluntly, it's a knee-jerk reaction.

Just like being touched by electricity, the hand will automatically retract its head, and there is no need to command it through the brain, this is subconscious.

Zheng Yongmeng's punch was pushed away, and the second punch immediately rushed over, followed by three punches, four punches .......

His fists are very heavy, but compared to Long Zai Kong, it is a little worse, and his speed is also very fast, but compared to Long Zaikong, it is still a ratt.

Although Wang Fugui was full of confidence, he was still a little nervous when he really came to power, and after setting aside Zheng Yong's successive punches, he firmly believed in his heart that he had won.

However, there is a problem, Zheng Yongmeng's request is to defeat him on the stage, that is, to beat him, so that he can't stand up, so that he can fulfill his promise.

However, Wang Fugui is not in a hurry, at this time, Zheng Yongmeng has just come to power, and his fighting spirit and physical strength are at the peak, which is what "Cao Di's Polemic" said "a drum of anger".

At this time, if you want to defeat Zheng Yongmeng, unless he has practiced internal strength, the internal force can reach as far as his fingertips, hit from the outside of Zheng Yongmeng's body, and directly injure his internal organs, otherwise there is no way to do it.

And although Wang Fugui relied on the dog prince's grandson bag, he passed the second pulse of Ren Du, after all, the practice time was too short, but he just practiced to the hard strength, and the soft strength was not to be thought about, although the qi was far to the tip of the tip, but it was not sharp, like a cat pinching a walnut, the outer skin was good and the inner meat became gravy, but he could only pinch the walnut.

Such hardness, of course, is also very powerful, Zhang Hongqi gave him an elbow to lose resistance, but Zheng Yongmeng is not Zhang Hongqi, so the matter is delayed, and it is not appropriate to rush.

He was not in a hurry, but the others were already in a hurry.

Because in the eyes of Sun Lingwei, Liu Yitian and others, he was being beaten, pressing and beating Zheng Yong, although he seemed to have pushed away all the important Zheng Yongmeng's punches, but he didn't fight back, just walked around the stage in circles, and there was no sign of fighting back.

Sun Lingwei was so anxious that she jumped and shouted: "Dodge, fight back." ”

Zhang Hongqi shouted: "Distance yourself and kick with your legs." ”

Zhang Weiguo didn't say a word, his face was like stagnant water, but the fists he put on his knees were clenched tightly, which showed that he was also very nervous.

More nervous than them, it was Liu Yitian on the other side, Liu Yitian put both hands on his chest, his left hand held his right hand, and his beautiful nails were basically pinched into the flesh at this time.

"He's in the ring for me, he's in the ring for me. She couldn't stop shouting in her heart, and her usually bright eyes were already choking back to tears at this time.

Of course, there are also those who are not in a hurry, that is, those who are watching the excitement, or rather, most of the people are watching the excitement, but are cheering and shouting: "Hit him, hit him." ”

"Hit the party...... Hit the ....... ”

The earth-shattering sound almost lifted the ring, but what disappointed them was that although Wang Fugui retreated and couldn't help it, he was never defeated.

That situation is like a lonely boat in the stormy waves, when the waves come, they are drowned, but when the waves recede, they come out with vigor, looking so fragile and so tenacious.