Qiao Sen looked up at Jiang Cheng with a wry smile: "Brother Cheng, I can't participate in this game, I had a bit of a holiday with Belar when I didn't enter the prison, and now if they recognize my face, it will be over." ”

Jiang Cheng nodded, it turned out to be like this, frowned and whispered: "Then there will be some trouble now, let the other brothers in France play, there is no confidence in victory, if only Shi Gang was here." ”

Zhuge Liuyun couldn't help but ask: "Brother Cheng, how many candidates for the five games have been selected?"

"In the three hand-to-hand combat matches, Jinglong and Zhao Hu have already played, and there is still a lack of the last candidate, as for the shooting competition, I think one of them will be played by me, and the other one will let Wang Jie go up, his marksmanship is not bad, and now there is only one person missing to participate in the hand-to-hand combat match. Jiang Cheng replied slowly.

"In that case, let me participate!" Anthony said again.

"You?" Jiang Cheng looked at him with some suspicion, Anthony's skills would be stronger than Johansen?

Qiao Sen nodded in agreement on the side: "If there is no other suitable candidate, let Anthony participate, his strength in this area is not weaker than mine." ”

"Oh!" Jiang Cheng was a little surprised, but then he was a little surprised, maybe this is really true, after all, in prison, Anthony and Qiao Sen are both bosses, and the strength of the two sides should be about the same as each other, then he thought about it, nodded and said: "Okay, the third candidate will be arranged for Anthony!"

Just as a few people were discussing, there was a sudden sound of knocking footsteps at the top of the stairs, and the next moment, Johansen ran up from below, came to Jiang Cheng, looked at the others, and finally fixed his eyes on Jiang Cheng and said: "Brother Cheng, they began to urge, ask us if we are ready, have the candidates for the final game been decided? If there is no suitable one, let me come." As he spoke, he patted his chest.

"Hehe......" Jiang Cheng chuckled, looked at Anthony beside him, patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's decided, let Anthony replace us in the next game!"

Johansen looked at Anthony with some suspicion, if Jing Long and Zhao Hu were better than him, he admitted this, he could feel it when they usually fought together, but now this newcomer in front of him is really so powerful?

"Alright, let's go downstairs. Jiang Cheng said to the others.

Anthony and Johansen immediately followed Jiang Cheng downstairs, while Zhuge Liuyun and Qiao Sen stayed where they were, and Zhuge Liuyun stayed on the second floor to observe the movements downstairs, and at the same time, if there was any accident, they could also contact the brothers in other places as quickly as possible to arrange their actions.

Jiang Cheng and a few people came downstairs, Jiang Cheng raised his hand to the surrounding brothers, led everyone out of the door, and when they came to the door, they found that the small square outside the door had cleared a place, and the people with red gloves surrounded the square, and with the arrival of Jiang Cheng's people, they gradually retreated, giving up which side of the square to the people of Longxinghui, so that on one side of the square were the people with red gloves, and on the other side was Longxinghui, and there was a vacant space in the middle, which was far away.

Jiang Cheng took the lead in stepping forward and shouted at the red-glove member opposite, "Belal, which of the two matches will be fought first?"

Beral walked out of the crowd, came to Jiang Cheng's face-to-face position with a cigar in his mouth, and said with a smile: "Of course, the fighting competition will be held first, and I will announce the rules." As he spoke, he turned to face the crowd in the square and shouted loudly: "The rules of fighting are that within the scope I specify, I will use all means to knock the opponent down until one of them is pushed out of bounds, or shout out the word I admit defeat, otherwise it will not be a winner, and it should be noted that neither side of the game is allowed to use weapons such as guns." ”

"Are the rules of the game okay?" Belar asked, turning his head to Jiang Cheng.

"No problem, where is the scope of the competition?" Jiang Cheng asked, looking around.

Beral raised his finger and pointed to the ground: "This is the piece under our feet, do you see the circle of white lines on the periphery? ”

Jiang Cheng looked around and found that there was a circle of thick white floor tiles on the ground forming a circle, with a diameter of about seven or eight meters, which was indeed very suitable as the boundary of the competition venue, so he nodded and said, "Okay, just do as you say, then start the first game!" After speaking, he slowly retreated back and returned to the crowd of Longxing Society.

Beral did the same, turning back to the Red Glove Gang members, and then each side sent a referee, and after some negotiations, they jointly announced the start of the first game.

In the first physical combat game, the Longxing Club sent Jinglong, and the Red Glove sent out Krell who had previously failed under Jinglong and was tied to a chair, which made everyone in the Longxing Club laugh lightly, and the opponent sent a defeated man in the first game, and it is conceivable what the rest of the people are, it seems that the red gloves are used to being comfortable, and the quality of personnel is getting lower and lower.

Jinglong stood in the white circle in front of everyone, smiled and raised his hand, and gently hooked his finger at the opposite Krell.

Krell stood not far from Jinglong, standing with his legs apart, bowing slightly, looking at Jinglong with a wary face, and found the provocative action of Jinglong's fingers, as well as the disdainful smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, he couldn't help but feel a cloud of anger in his heart, but he didn't rush forward rashly, and there was still a fear in his heart that he fought against Jinglong before and was easily defeated.

Long Xinghui and the Red Glove all stared at the two people in the center of the field, and they couldn't take their eyes off it, and they seemed to be very concerned.

"Since you don't dare to come over, then I'll go over!" Jing Long chuckled and said proudly, he didn't even have the courage to rush forward, it was really humiliating to fight against such a person!

Jinglong stood up straight and walked towards Krel, looking like he was walking normally, without the slightest caution of fighting, and slowly approached Krel.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Cheng couldn't help frowning, Jing Long's arrogant behavior and mentality of looking down on his opponent is not good, and it is easy to have an accident! If he encounters an opponent of the same level, he will already lose in terms of mentality.

When Jing Long was still two or three steps away from Krel, he rushed forward, jumped up, and flew up and kicked at him! During the whole process, Jing Long's eyes were cold, and his legs were swift and powerful, almost instantaneous, and his feet came to Krel's eyes in an instant.

Krell only saw that the soles of his feet were getting bigger and bigger! he immediately dodged sideways to the side, let go of this kick, and after the person turned to the side, he immediately rushed towards Jinglong from the side, and Jinglong kicked out, from his retracted legs, the gap where he attacked again was his opportunity to attack.

But Krell didn't expect that Jinglong's kick seemed to be swift, but it was actually just a feint, because he knew that Krell would definitely be able to dodge this kick, and he actually knew that the opponent could dodge, so what did he do with so much force?

Krell rushed towards Jinglong from the side, Jinglong was now kicking forward sideways, his side was just a dead end, Jinglong couldn't burn the gold in a short time, and immediately rushed up excitedly.

But there was no way in his eyes, Jinglong didn't think that seeing Krell come to the left side of his body and kick to his waist, the corners of his mouth hooked a chuckle, the left leg that was originally kicked forward did not retract, but the right leg of the golden rooster on the ground squatted suddenly, and the whole person instantly squatted on the ground with one leg, dodging the attack to the waist, and this is not over, Jinglong raised his hands up, grabbed Krel's right foot that waved from above his head, hugged her leg, and pulled it hard!

Crelton's center was unstable and he almost fell to the ground, but he had a good sense of balance, and his hands were turned to the sides, like a big bird, and he spread his wings to maintain his balance, standing on only one foot and pressing the other foot on Jinglong's shoulder.

Looking at his appearance of a wild horse splitting the bow, Jinglong smiled smugly, his body fell backwards, half-lying and half-sitting on the ground, retracting his left leg and kicking at the guy's waist, Krell stretched out his hand to block, but in such a gear, his body couldn't maintain balance, his whole body fell to the right, and he couldn't help but stretch out his right hand and press it on the ground, and Jinglong waited for this moment, and immediately raised his leg and kicked his right hand on the ground!

With a "bang", Krell's right hand supporting his body was kicked away.

Without the support of her right hand, Krell could no longer stabilize her body, so she had to put her face up, and with a "plop", her face hit the bluestone slab on the ground of the square, and she suddenly let out a miserable howl.

This hit extremely hard, and immediately blood flowed out, and the people around felt pain when they saw it.

Jinglong snorted coldly, grabbed his leg and rotated to the side, and immediately let Krell slam his face on the ground with a splitting motion, unable to stand up, and unable to retract his legs, presenting a very embarrassing dilemma.

But it was still unrealistic to rely on this method to defeat him, Jinglong found the opportunity and kicked him in the chest again, then turned over and jumped up, standing not far away and watching him on the ground, covering his face and howling Krel.

Krell retracted his legs and knelt on the ground, holding his face with his hands and letting out a scream, blood continued to ooze from between his fingers, staining his hands and lying on the ground bright red, which was regarded as a small trauma.

The faces of the people in the red gloves were very ugly, and Krell could be said to be the strongest person in the overall strength of the Gui League, but now they were beaten all over the face in just three or two strokes, which really made them feel unbelievable.

Jiang Cheng chuckled and looked at the two people in the center of the field, it seems that there is no problem if you want to win this game, Krel's strength is much worse than Jinglong, the competition is like this, as long as the opponent is a little stronger, it will immediately make people restrained, as the so-called Wen Wu first, Wu Wu second, although their actions are simple, it looks like an ordinary street fight, but the reaction speed and strength on the spot represent the level gap.

Krell's strength is still a step behind Jinglong! This game should be won! Everyone in the Longxing Club thought with smiles.