This is a world of the strong, and it has never changed from ancient times to the present.

We're not just fighting for individuals, we're fighting for honor. Among them, there are the grievances of the two countries, and the enmity of the two teams.

The complicated state of mind made me carefully examine this Qiao Ye Shenyuan in front of me, and I could even see clearly how many fierce moles had grown on his face, and which part of his clothes had dust.

Of course, Qiao Ye Shinhara also looked at me in the same way, a contemptuous smile kept hanging on the corners of his mouth, and his tense cheeks indicated that he was going to avenge his big Japanese colleague Matsushita Ei.

But in fact, it is we who should take revenge. They have always been provocateurs, aggressors.

When the referee's whistle blew and pierced the sky, we were like two wild horses on the loose, sprinting towards each other.

The sound of the wind indicates speed and strength.

One of his long punches, which was swiftly struck in the face, hit me in the chest.

I didn't dodge, but I grabbed the punch with all my might. While there was a slight pain, my body quickly squatted, and a low-level sweeping leg instantly swept Qiao Ye Shenyuan to the ground.

Either the autumn wind sweeps away the fallen leaves, or the knife cuts through the mess.

The moment he collapsed to the ground, his arms quickly supported him, and he turned over a beautiful heel and stood firmly at the corner of the rope.

The cheers and shouts were like thunder. I heard Yumeng's voice: Zhao Long, down with him, down with him!

I also heard the voices of Director Qi and Qiao Ling Qi Mengyan: Come on Zhao Long, steady!

We continued to rush towards each other, Qiao Ye Shenyuan may be worried that I will sweep the chamber with a low post again, the center of gravity is very low, the step is quite steady, and the defense is tight.

I just changed my tactics, and at the same time as I sprinted, I had already quickly raised my knee, and a thunderous knee was right in Qiao Ye Shenyuan's crotch, and he 'ah' and covered his crotch and moaned.

He continued to fight like a mad dog, and he began to abandon his defense and turn into a frenzied attack.

Offense is the best defense, that's true. His body is relatively strong, and his attack is by no means ambiguous, and the power of the roar is terrifying, and the power of the madman is even more terrifying. I'm like an enraged lion that has been suppressed in my heart for a long time, and I'm always looking for an opportunity to explode.

There's never been a better time!

I believe I've never been so crazy, I quickly grabbed Qiao Ye Shenyuan's collar, pulled him up hard, and drew a semicircle around my body. Then, one was kicking over, and Qiao Ye Shenyuan bounced out like a marble, and his body bounced on the rope, and he was bounced back again.

He was even angrier, but no matter how angry the wolf cub was, he could no longer compete with a mad lion.

I dodged his sharp retaliation, and swam and drifted nimbly, and when he saw that he couldn't hit me, he used the strength of milk, and swept his fists and feet like a whirlwind.

I kept dodging, and after hiding for half a minute, I saw the right moment and flew out with a kick that hit the calf of Qiao Ye's crazy attack. This kick actually kicked Qiao Ye Shenyuan out of a beautiful backflip.

It's a pity that he didn't land perfectly, but fell heavily to the ground.

The referee was about to go over for him for a few seconds when he let out a hoarse scream and bounced off the ground.

He became angrier and began to defend and attack more vigilantly. He had realized my strength, and realized that his two brushes were simply not enough to compete with me.

He even began to perform suicidal lunges. He tried to restrain me by throwing me to the ground by pounce on me with a vicious dog. But when he came straight through the air, I had already prepared a chain of legs: first to relieve the force of the lunge, and then to use another kick to force him to rotate at the shoulder. The last key kick was borrowed from the power of the volley, sweeping thousands of troops between swinging legs!

His head was swept!

I even heard a click.

Maybe it wasn't a fracture, it wasn't a dislocation, but there was no doubt that his neck joint was badly damaged.

He still stubbornly got up from the ground, shook his neck, and looked at me fiercely, muttering something at the corner of his mouth.

At this time, the bell for the end of the first game suddenly rang.

The referee raised my hand and announced: In this game, Zhao Long wins!

The procedure still continued, and after a short break and adjustment, we were back in the ring.

A week after the ladies circled the field, the referee blew the whistle to signal that a new round of competition had begun.

My fists clenched and gurgled, and Qiao Ye Shenyuan had lost a bit of his sharpness in the first game. Although, in front of him, he put on an indifferent look.

Overseas Chinese, the audience, are all cheering for me, and countless small red flags converge into the special melody of this foreign country.

In the second game, my fighting spirit was further aroused, and the fierce and bloody revenge was already coiled in my heart. I have no room for mercy on these people.

Only by turning hatred and anger into fists and feet can they erupt.

The sharpness of the fists and feet reflects the power of anger, and the whistling fist wind is no less than the majesty of the bullet.

Bloody, the ring has always been a bloody battleground, even though we use the most primitive way of fighting. But there is no doubt that we have no room for softness in the face of our opponents. Especially for a hated opponent.

Qiao Ye Shenyuan dodged in embarrassment, and he was already doomed to a disadvantage in the first game, although he tried to shine with his composure in the second game, he was unable to change the situation.

A sharp side hook swept past and hit Qiao Ye's temple. He leaned at a sixty-degree angle as he squirted a mouthful of blood from his mouth.

The audience in the audience was already dumbfounded, and some timid women covered their eyes one after another, not daring to face this bloody scene.

If my opponent was anyone from any country, I wouldn't be so crazy.

I performed a series of punches and pursued them frantically. Drove Qiao Ye Shenyuan to the rope, and with a burst of violent punches and kicks, Qiao Ye Shenyuan had no room to fight back.

A quick, powerful uppercut, quickly rubbing the bloody melody through the air, forced into his chin.

Hearing the sound of 'click', the bones in Qiao Ye Shenyuan's head made a crisp sound. Blood spurted out of his mouth at a rapid pace.

It stands to reason that if his colleagues are beaten like this, and if they are the leaders of other countries, they may throw white flags and surrender to keep their names.

Qiao Yeshen originally wanted to cheer up, but the injuries and physical strength of his body confirmed that no amount of encouragement could save the situation at this moment.

I didn't show the slightest mercy to my subordinates, my fists and feet were combined, the wind and clouds were thunderous, and the thunder and lightning flashed.

At the end of the second game, Qiao Ye Shenyuan was already in a mess, with bruises and bruises on his body and serious injuries. He propped one arm on his knee, panting heavily, blood dripping from his mouth.

Sitting in the corner, You Meng helped me beat my back, and Director Qi made a summary: Zhao Long played very well.

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