Both of them are consuming to see who admits defeat first. Guo Qingsheng's heavy attack consumes more physical strength, he has never used it for such a long time, usually the battle is over after a maximum of three blows during the game, I didn't expect that the young man in front of him, who didn't look strong, could resist such an attack, and he was all hard to resist. He began to lose confidence, doubting his strength, and the ruthlessness of his legs was noticeably weakened. Lin Xiao keenly caught his change, the other party was already at the end of the crossbow, so let's end this battle.

He changed his tactics again, no longer fighting hard with the opponent, after Guo Qingsheng got up again, he first stepped forward to seal, and then raised his arm to catch it, and turned his body to the right, pulling the opponent's force in another direction. Guo Qingsheng reacted very quickly, quickly retracted his leg, took a step back, kicked up again, and was still caught by Lin Xiao, leading the way. Guo Qingsheng took another step back and got up again, Lin Xiao's body was full of true qi at this time, filling every inch of skin, turning his whole body into a spring ball wrapped in steel, and he had adapted to the power of Guo Qingsheng's attack.

Every time he defended, he could turn into an offense, catching Guo Qingsheng's leg and throwing it out, but he didn't want to do it, hoping that Guo Qingsheng could find out about it himself and retreat. Guo Qingsheng is not a fool, how could he not find out, he kept attacking, but kept retreating, every attack was sealed outside by Lin Xiao and dissolved, he didn't know why this happened, how could Lin Xiao's muscles and bones be so hard, but he knew that the strength and speed of his attack had become a joke in front of Lin Xiao. After desperately completing the last wave of attacks, he finally gave up and stopped.

He hugged his fist at Lin Xiao: "Agreed." Lin Xiao also clasped his fists and saluted: "Don't dare, your leg technique is really powerful." Guo Qingsheng is a person who is not good at expressing feelings, although his heart is full of admiration and gratitude for Lin Xiao, as well as a kind of emotion of seeing each other late, and of course, there are various complex emotions such as helplessness, regret, and doubt, but he still said expressionlessly: "I still have a game, and I am out of company." "Turn around and leave.

Lu Zhenyuan hurriedly walked over: "Go in and rest before leaving." Guo Qingsheng said lightly: "No, I have to go back immediately." Then no one looked at him, but walked away.

Zhao Jing ran to Lin Xiao, took his hand, look here, look there, Lin Xiao wiped the sweat on his head, and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's a pity that I didn't have time to attack, let him taste my fist too." Zhao Jing hurriedly took out the paper from his pocket and gave it to him: "If you keep fighting, he will know how powerful you are." ”

Liu Changhai was really relieved at this time, he came to Lin Xiao, admired, gave a thumbs up and said: "Xiaolin, I didn't expect you to be so powerful, and it is a shame that you are a master like Guo Qingsheng, and ordinary people are not beaten by ten or eight in your hands." ”

Lu Zhenyuan is also addicted today, this battle is more exciting and fierce than any he has ever seen, although the two did not sign any life and death contract before, but he knows that Guo Qingsheng came here with the idea of winning and fighting for life and death, and no one will say anything if he is really injured or killed. Unexpectedly, the two ended the fight so peacefully, much to his surprise, if he was asked to place a bet before the game, he would definitely choose Guo Qingsheng, even if it was a loss of ten, a loss of one hundred, he was confident.

But now he doesn't dare to say it, they all say that Chinese kung fu is embroidered with fists, and they all say that Muay Thai is the best to fight, but he saw from the game just now that real kung fu can be practiced, whether it is China or other countries, national borders are not obstacles, martial arts are originally used to save lives, and it is not kung fu that can only be performed, and it is an insult to martial arts to bluff people with performances. He said to Lin Xiao: "Your kung fu can participate in a black market boxing match like Guo Qingsheng." By the way, Guo Qingsheng has an important game today, do you want to go and see it?"

After the battle just now, Lin Xiao not only did not feel disgusted with Guo Qingsheng in his heart, but had a sense of intimacy, heroes cherished each other, and he felt that Guo Qingsheng was a straight man. Fighting is also a kind of communication, he saw that Guo Qingsheng was bright and unyielding, both of them relied on one punch and one leg to speak, there was no conspiracy, no intrigue, and he was a hero who dared to face challenges and failures. also cared about Guo Qingsheng from his heart, so he looked at Zhao Jing, Zhao Jing understood his thoughts, and nodded to him. Lin Xiao took her hand and said to Lu Zhenyuan, "Go and have a look." ”

The four of them drove to the underground boxing ring, where it was yesterday, and the security guard in front of the door was no longer the three blacks, but three taller and stronger blacks. Lu Zhenyuan led the way over, several people came over, Lu Zhenyuan greeted the doorkeeper, took out a wad of money and handed it to him. The janitor let them in, and the blacks turned around again. There are more people in the underground garage today than yesterday, and it seems that this game is more important than yesterday's, and the audience is more interested.

There was only one venue open today, two fighters fighting, and dozens of spectators watching. Many others were scattered in various places, standing and sitting in twos and threes, chatting, drinking, and smoking, with nervous, excited, and anticipatory expressions. Lu Zhenyuan said to them: "It's a mat game now, and the important game hasn't started yet, and it is estimated that it will take an hour." ”

Lin Xiao and the other four also stood casually, looking at the various crowds, the whispered sound of "buzzing" wafting in the huge garage, the "woo" sound made by the boxers who were competing when they hit each other's bodies echoed in the air, the boxers fought each other in a muffled voice, and the agents on both sides sometimes let out a shout, encouraging their fighters to seize the opportunity to attack. Even the audience was so dull that they couldn't hear the cheers.

From the other direction came the commotion of the crowd, and the people began to move in this direction, and in the middle was a tall white man, with a face full of arrogance and arrogance, strong muscles, thick and long arms, and fists twice the size of ordinary people. Lu Zhenyuan looked at it and introduced it to the three of them.

This is Marcus, known as the 'Demon King of Hell', with a current record of 476 wins, including 241 kills, and is 1.92 meters tall and weighs 112 kilograms. Bench press 158 kg. Squat 580 kg. However, his strength was enough to strike fear into the hearts of every opponent of his body, winning 167 of his 168 official matches and killing them on the spot in 114 of them. His style of play is delicate, not leaky, and his legs are extremely rich, making him an extremely difficult opponent to deal with.