My fight with the priest caught the attention of all the fighters. One is a few masters who have been famous in hell for a long time, and the other is a new but famous mad dog, and everyone wants to know who will be stronger in the duel between these two people.

I, too, want to know. I moved my fists and kicks to get myself excited.

The Japanese are coming, the old K is coming, Archie, Genius, Mike, and the fighters I can't name are coming. Looking at the audience on the inner and outer three floors, I knew that I had become the protagonist of this big drama.

We chose the location of the meeting in the training complex, where I had been cleaning the toilets for almost a year. The location was chosen by the pastor, and I don't know if he chose this place in the hope of putting a psychological burden on me and increasing his chances of winning. But after several baptisms of death, it became clear that I didn't care about the effects of these external objects.

Genius helped me massage the muscles in my shoulders and let me relax: "I bought 5,000 dollars and you won, if you lose, you will have to wrap up my cigarettes and alcohol in the future." ”

"Can you please not put pressure on me before I go on stage. I turned my head to look at the genius, "I heard that you have defeated the priest before?

"I know what Archie told you. "Genius rubbed my thighs and continued to help me relax," said the priest at the time, whose name was Bastion, and he was still very young in technique. Later, he began to believe in God, changed his nickname to a priest, and then won nineteen consecutive victories in Las Vegas, making a reputation for a pastor. I'm not sure I'm going to beat him right now. ”

"God has given him strength?" I smiled, looking at the priest with the cross in his hand.

"You Chinese also believe in God?" the genius looked surprised and looked at the pastor who was praying seriously, "but he is indeed a difficult opponent, you can't be careless." ”

I'll be careful, I nodded at the genius and started walking towards the center of the ring.

Archie, as the referee of the game, stood in the center.

"Considering what you've both learned, we're going to use the standing rules for this game. No problem, right?" Archie looked at me, and then at the priest. After seeing that we had no objections, he continued: "This is a boxing match that you have agreed to fight for, not a life-and-death fight, so I hope that both of you can exercise as much restraint as possible. The throat, the back of the head, and the lower vulva are not allowed to hit, understand?" Archie looked at us again. The pastor and I both nodded in understanding. Archie waved his hand, "Then we can start fighting, oh, add more." Archie took a special look at me, "For the sake of the spectacle of the game, it is strictly forbidden to bite people with their mouths in this game." ”

I glared at Archie and walked over to the pastor, ignoring the laughter of the audience.

After the two sides briefly touched the fist gloves, our big drama officially kicked off.

The priest's fist drew a large cross on his chest, and his swift pace controlled the distance between us. The priest had seen the boxing match in my little black room, and he was a little cautious in the face of the mad dogs. However, since he dared to challenge Lao K and challenge me, he obviously also has strong self-confidence.

Will God bless you? I sneered, but I still believe in these two fists that I will never leave. Since you don't make a move, you're welcome, pastor!

I've never seen a priest's game, and I don't know anything about his style. But it doesn't matter to me anymore, as long as my fists are harder. A straight left fist went straight to the priest's head.

The pastor reacted much faster than I expected. With a tilt of my head, it easily shook my tentative fist. The center of gravity shifted forward instantly, and the body dived down, and the priest suddenly burst into my close body.

"Knock!" two left and right hooks to my ribs, and if it weren't for my arms clamping tightly, the first two punches would have caught me off guard.

Unsuccessfully, the pastor quickly withdrew. Apparently the priest was still apprehensive about the last time I changed punches like a mad dog, and he was afraid of being entangled by me, afraid of my madness.

Since you're afraid of being pestered by me, I need to pester you all the more, pastor. I clasped my arms and moved faster, following in the pastor's footsteps. Make your opponent uncomfortable and your chances of winning will increase.

The high speed of moving in the ring was very physically taxing, and it didn't take long for me to start running out of breath. Looking at the pastor who was more than you, I understood that I had fallen into the trap of a pastor. This was not the rhythm I should have, and the pastor was worried about encountering positional warfare with me rather than guerrilla warfare. My movements are not as agile as the priest's, and my punches and kicks during movement not only do not hurt effectively, but greatly reduce my lethality and deplete my physical energy.

I gasped twice, and when I saw the corners of the priest's mouth lift, I knew the priest was ready to strike.

Sure enough, a high leg of the right foot swept towards my temple like antelope horns.

I quickly raised my left hand to block the high leg, and instinctively leaned forward, hoping to avoid the blow without my left hand blocking.

What I never expected was that the priest would quickly retract his leg halfway through and perform a side kick that only we Chinese sanda boxers use. The side kick hit my forward face and knocked me to the ground. The sore nose made me cry uncontrollably. I wiped it with my fist, and it was full of blood, and the hot nosebleed couldn't be stopped.

Facing me as I fell to the ground, the pastor looked very personable and beckoned to me: "Get up." ”

After seeing the blood, my anger began to rise little by little, and I slowly stood up and nodded at the priest: "Is the Chinese sanda training good?" ”

"Are you scared?" the priest smiled coldly, "I'm sorry, I'm not going to show mercy. ”

"I don't need to. I took two steps forward, and after a few unsuccessful attempts to stop the nosebleed, I simply stopped paying attention to him and let the nosebleed linger, "I'm really playing, this time I'm going to knock you over with your God." ”

I deliberately provoked the pastor to get angry, to stop wandering around and fighting with me. Combat is more than just a physical exercise.

"Don't try to provoke me," the priest shook his head, "and you have the ability to follow me and hit me." "The pastor's experience did not go as I expected, and the pace was still fast and flexible.

I took a deep breath, I already knew the strength of a priest. If he and I were just fighting each other, the pastor would not be my opponent. I think I'm higher than the pastor in terms of strength and resistance. But the pastor's style of play was unusually flexible, and as he moved around the ring, it was hard for me to touch him. If you don't get the timing right, you can lead to being passive, and that's exactly what the pastor used for me.

Am I going to lose? I licked the blood off my lips. Salty, fishy, I don't want to bleed anymore!

This is not a televised match, with a confrontation where the referee forces the players. There is no time limit for such a boxing match, so whoever can preserve his physical strength can be the winner of such a fight.

With this in mind, I stopped following in the pastor's footsteps and began to adjust my breathing to try to recover my physical strength. I walked slowly closer to the pastor, forcing the pastor not to stop. If you do this, I'll win!

I didn't punch, I just pressed the pastor step by step.

As I got closer, I heard the priest's breathing getting heavier and heavier.

Tired? I sneered, but my pace was steady, and I didn't have to rush it.

My delay in making a move made the pastor anxious. He's a lot more physically exerted than I am. The watchers in the audience began to boo me, and I even heard someone shouting, "Mad Dog." "But the words of the spectators didn't play any role in me, who had been in the ring of life and death, and I only wanted to win.

"Hey!" the priest couldn't help himself, and if he went on like this, he wouldn't have a chance at all when his physical strength ran out. Left and right straight punches fired at my jaw like a cannon.

The flow of physical strength made the priest's pace less fluid than before, and I flicked sideways, and the priest's attacks were all in vain.

Sorry, pastor, I have to pay it back when I come out to mess around.

I gave a standard side kick, the last to come first, and kicked the priest in the chin as the priest's fist was about to hit me.

It was the first time I had used a side kick tonight, and the standard and practical sanda technique was precise and powerful, drawing a straight line like a shooting star in the coordination of every muscle in my body.

With a shake of his footsteps, the priest softened suddenly.

In this high-profile drama, it was the mad dog who had the last laugh, although he had a long nosebleed and did not win well, but he was the winner after all.

Archie, the referee, walked up, looked at the priest who was sitting up, shaking his head, and slowly raised my right hand: "The winner tonight is a mad dog!"

A lot of fighters came up to me as I stepped out of the ring to give me high-fives and congratulate me on my victory. As for the priest, I'm sorry I didn't pay attention to him. This is an era when the strong are respected!

"I'm waiting for you to come to me at any time. Old K came over and patted me on the shoulder and said lightly.

"Good. I replied lightly.

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