Chapter 39: The "Cage" Test (Part I)

Xia Lian ignored it, but slowly walked towards him. After Xia Lian resisted a few punches, he couldn't wait to smash the inch-headed man to the ground.

There was a muffled bang, and the entire ground shook at the moment when the two of them fell to the ground at the same time. Fortunately, this is not a concrete floor on the side of the street, and the ring paved with high-density sponge boards greatly cushions the impact, otherwise, the two would have endured great pain.

Xia Lian also struggled to prop up his body, and before he could stand firmly, the opponent's forward kick rushed straight up.

The inch-headed man shook his head helplessly again: "I'm really curious how long you can last." As he spoke, he raised his fists and met him.

"Get up, dog bastard!" In his head, a rude and slightly hoarse curse sounded: "What the old man taught, do you T-M deaf ears? Lower the plate and control the center of gravity!" The inch-headed man was hit by this punch in the face, his head suddenly tilted back, and his whole body also retreated backwards, until he retreated to the fence on the other side, making a bang, so that he did not completely fall to the ground.

With such force, if a person who has not received professional anti-strike training is kicked, the bones will be shattered at least and the internal organs will be injured at worst.

With a buzz, Xia Lian's head fell into a brief dizziness again, and his body fell to the side uncontrollably.

After Xia Lian resisted a few punches, he couldn't wait to smash the inch-headed man to the ground. There was a muffled bang, and the entire ground shook at the moment when the two of them fell to the ground at the same time.

Fortunately, this is not a concrete floor on the side of the street, and the ring paved with high-density sponge boards greatly cushions the impact, otherwise, the two would have endured great pain.

The inch-headed man shook his head helplessly again: "I'm really curious how long you can last." As he spoke, he raised his fists and met him.

This kick was full of power, fully displaying the strength and artistry of his body, and Xia Lian fell into a drunken dizziness again.

The inch-headed man knows his strength very well, including those onlookers in the audience. In the combination attack just now, he barely had any strength, let alone a student with no professional training, even a semi-professional boxer, and it was difficult to parry.

Then, in a trance, countless painful images flashed in front of his eyes again. This time, Xia Lian did not block again, but quickly lowered his body, flashed the attack slightly to the side, and then opened his arms and hugged the opponent's waist from the side.

The other party did not show any mercy, seized this opportunity, slammed on the ground, bounced up, and the whole person rotated sideways in the air for half a circle, and made a flying body roundabout kick, which hit Xia Lian's head again.

Half of the time had passed, but for Xia Lian, it seemed like a century had passed. This time, Xia Lian did not block again, but quickly lowered his body, flashed the attack slightly to the side, and then opened his arms and hugged the opponent's waist from the side.

But this kick was kicked into the air. When his foot was about to touch Xia Lian's chest, Xia Lian's originally shaky body suddenly dodged and dodged the attack.

At the same time, one punch landed on the opponent's ankle in the air, followed by another punch that slammed into the opponent's face.

This move, at the same time as the inertia of his lunging, coupled with the power of a sharp turn, made his leg force reach an impact force of nearly 50 kilometers per hour.

Outside the ring, there was a series of applause and shouts, and this time, all the voices were given to Xia Lian.

Even the inch-headed man looked at Xia Lian with an incredulous expression. With a buzz, Xia Lian's head fell into a brief dizziness again, and his body fell to the side uncontrollably.

192.157.199.144,192.157.199.144; 0; pc; 1; Grinding Iron Literature Xia Lian tried his best to defend, but the opponent's fists were fast and vicious, and most of them hit him on the head, making his head, like a sandbag standing on his body, be beaten to the ground.

This time, Xia Lian did not block again, but quickly lowered his body, flashed the attack slightly to the side, and then opened his arms and hugged the opponent's waist from the side.

This time, Xia Lian did not block again, but quickly lowered his body, flashed the attack slightly to the side, and then opened his arms and hugged the opponent's waist from the side.

And Xia Lian was kicked over again, and fell heavily to the ground with his back. However, once again, he forced himself to hold up his somewhat shaky body, spat out the blood in his mouth fiercely, and rubbed the blood from his nose on the gloves.

Those eyes full of indomitable and tenacious still exuded a fierce cold light. 192.157.199.144,192.157.199.144; 0; pc; 1; He felt the ground shaking, the sky twisting, and it became extremely difficult to turn over.

With a buzz, Xia Lian's head fell into a brief dizziness again, and his body fell to the side uncontrollably.

He quickly adjusted his breathing, and turned to face the inch-headed man again, assuming that he could fight again.

This time, Xia Lian did not block again, but quickly lowered his body, flashed the attack slightly to the side, and then opened his arms and hugged the opponent's waist from the side.