Chapter 1220: The Naadam Assembly (I)

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"You just want to compete in wrestling?"

When the three of them found the organization office of the Naadam Conference, and Liu Dong applied to participate in the wrestling tournament as a foreigner, a Mongolian man wearing a Mongolian robe and a strong figure but in his forties walked out of the room.

After looking Liu Dong up and down for a while, the big face of the national character shape, which was 'destroyed' by the wind and sand and the scorching sun on the grassland, showed an undisguised contempt.

"That's right, it's me!"

Facing the other party's unfriendly eyes, Liu Dong nodded indifferently, and he was not angry in his heart. When he came back, he had expected this outcome.

"Boy, I advise you not to go in and look for death, with your small physique, in addition to being able to deal with a few ruffians and hooligans, if you want to participate in a wrestling tournament, you should go back and practice for four or five years before you come back! Maybe by then, you still have some possibility!" the big man sneered unreservedly.

"Four or five years of practice?" Liu Dong shook his head slightly, "It's just a matter of dealing with a few stupid wrestlers, why four or five years, now I can beat them all down!"

"Are you Chinese as arrogant as Liu Dong?"

Urigova, who was standing on the side, frowned and whispered in her boyfriend's ear.

Although she couldn't get used to Ba Chulun bullying her boyfriend before, as a Mongolian, she couldn't get used to Liu Dong despying her country's proudest sport so much.

"No, don't you think I'm pretty good at talking?"

Although Chen Qing supports Liu Dong in his heart, he is inevitably a little short of heroic in the face of his girlfriend at this moment.

Not to mention the debate between the two because of Liu Dong. At this moment, the Mongolian Han is also because of Liu Dong's arrogant attitude. And there was a look of anger on his face.

"It was meant to be for your good. Since you don't know what to do, then I won't stop you from looking for your own death. However, before that, let me weigh your strength to see if you are blowing nonsense or if you really have some ability!"

"Is that if I defeat you, I will be able to participate in the wrestling tournament?"

"Of course!" said the Mongolian man angrily.

"That's good. Come on!"

Seeing Liu Dongsong slumped, he didn't look ready to fight at all. The Mongolian man's face was a little more angry, but although he looked down on the Chinese, especially the young Chinese in front of him, he was still loyal and did not want to sneak attack or play any conspiracy.

"Prepare yourself, I'm going to attack!" reminded the Mongolian man patiently.

"Come on, then!"

Although he has some appreciation for the bright and upright attitude of the Mongolian Han, the only change in Liu Dong compared to just now is that he put his hands behind his back on the hem of his trousers.

Compared to the belligerent opponents. The feet are spread apart, and the arms are separated in an inverted figure eight. With his five fingers spread out, his knees bent and his center of gravity lowered, as if he was descending a fierce tiger from the mountain, Liu Dong didn't look like a wrestler who was going to fight right away, but more like he was chatting with someone and farting!

Looking at the posture that he didn't put himself in his eyes at all, the Mongolian man was angry in his heart and didn't hesitate anymore, after the tiger roared, the strong thighs suddenly burst out with powerful power, pushing the tall and strong Mongolian man, and his hands lightning towards Liu Dong's shoulders!

Wrestling is considered to be the world's oldest competitive sport, and has been written in ancient civilizations in Greece, Egypt, China, and Japan.

At the same time, there are two types of wrestling: Greco-Roman wrestling and freestyle wrestling.

Greco-Roman and freestyle wrestling are collectively known as international wrestling in the world, which is an Olympic event, Greco-Roman wrestling can not hold the opponent's leg and can not use the leg to make trips and hooks to attack the opponent, but can only use the technique of the upper limbs to knock the opponent down, and the freestyle can attack the opponent with hands or legs. Mongolian wrestling is not allowed to touch the opponent's lower limbs with your hands, there are leather wrestling clothes, as long as the opponent falls above the knee to the ground, you can win!

Therefore, Mongolian wrestling is more inclined to Greco-Roman wrestling. Therefore, as soon as the Mongol Han came up, they mainly attacked Liu Dong's upper body.

Moreover, because Liu Dong's physique really doesn't look like a wrestling master. Therefore, after the Mongolian Han prepared a grab, he was directly thrown out.

But the vast majority of things in this world are often unsatisfactory.

The Mongolian big man easily grabbed Liu Dong's shoulders!

"It's over!"

Seeing this, Chen Qing, who had these two words in his mind, couldn't help but close his eyes, he didn't want to see his good friend just met being thrown out in embarrassment.

However, to his surprise, after waiting for a long time, he did not hear the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground except for the sound of heavy panting.

"It's hard ......!"

Chen Qing, who was moved in his heart, hurriedly opened his eyes and looked at the field, but when he saw it, he was completely stunned.

I saw that now the Mongolian man, who was taller and stronger than Liu Dong, was still holding Liu Dong's shoulders with both hands, but no matter how hard he tried, even if the big face of the national character was already red because of this, and the grass under his feet stepped out of shallow pits because of excessive force, but he couldn't shake Liu Dong's seemingly thin body.

It didn't move, as if it was no longer a simple human body, but more like a pillar of fine steel embedded deep in the ground.

"Now that you're exhausted, it's my turn!"

Hearing this, looking at Liu Dong's indifferent expression, the Mongolian Han instinctively was shocked, knowing that he was not an opponent, and wanted to retreat and retreat to defend. But before he could make a move, he felt that his arms were grabbed by a pair of big hands like iron pincers, and then an almost irresistible force surged from it, and in an instant he felt that he couldn't control his body, and was thrown out directly by the other party.

"Bang......!"

With a thick impact sound, the Mongolian man was thrown two or three meters directly by Liu Dong almost without an image, fell to the grass, and finally stopped after rolling a few laps.

Fortunately, it was a soft grass here, and Liu Dong also had a good impression of his upright attitude before he started, so he started lightly.

Therefore, the Mongolian man seemed to be embarrassed, but he was not injured much.

"******, are you alright?"

Originally, the people who were just standing on the side watching the excitement could not hide their shock and anger at this moment, and hurriedly ran over to help the Mongolian man who fell to the ground to help him up.

"Phew, don't worry, I'm fine!"

After spitting out the grass clippings in his mouth, the Mongolian Han ****** shook his head.

Then after breaking free from the support of his companions, he strode to Liu Dong's side, looked at him with a complicated expression, and stretched out his right hand towards Liu Dong, "You won!"

"You're great too!"

Although this Mongolian man named ****** had a bad attitude before, his character, especially his respect for the strong, made Liu Dong feel that although these upright Mongolian men sometimes hated it, many times they also had a good side.

"Thanks, but I'm old!"

After shaking hands with Liu Dong, a wry smile appeared on ****** face.

When he was younger, he was also a top expert at the 'National Lion' level of the Naadam Wrestling Tournament. But after all, the years are not forgiving, and at the age of forty, whether it is physical or technical, he has already gone downhill, especially in strength, physical strength, and reaction ability.

Otherwise, he would not have left his beloved arena and come to the organizing committee of this competition to spend time.

"But don't think that if you win against me, you can easily win the next matches. The number of people participating in the Naadam Wrestling Tournament this year has doubled compared to previous years, and 1,024 wrestlers are competing on the same stage, and there are many masters who are several times better than me, and their strength is even stronger!"

When talking about the wrestling tournament, ******'s face showed a trace of nostalgia and pride.

"I know, but this time I just want to meet the Mongolian wrestlers for a while! Let's learn from each other so that we can make progress together!" Because of ****** good attitude, Liu Dong's words naturally softened.

There is a saying: Reach out and don't hit the smiling person.

"Okay, come with me, I'll handle the formalities for you!"

After nodding, Liu Dong followed ****** into the office next to him.

With the help of ******, the formalities were completed quickly. However, when he finally changed his clothes, Liu Dong couldn't help frowning.

It was fine that his arms were wrapped in cowhide, but he really couldn't imagine how 'beautiful' it would be to wrestle with a group of Mongolian men in front of him, naked with only briefs and boots. If you let your friends and Wang Qiang know, you don't know how to make fun of yourself in the future?

Thinking of this situation, Liu Dong shuddered in his heart and shook his head at ****** very resolutely.

"I can **** the upper body, but the lower body is definitely not good!"

Looking at Liu Dong's gray hiking boots, slim dark blue jeans, and the belt two fingers wide around his waist, ****** persuaded: "If you really wear this, you will suffer more in wrestling, and the opponent can easily grab your belt and defeat you!"

"It's okay, I won't give them any chance!" Liu Dong said confidently.

"You!" ****** was furious, but looking at Liu Dong's determined face, he also knew that he couldn't convince the other party, "Since that's the case, then you can wear it like this, and when the time comes, you will be defeated by others, don't say that I didn't remind you!"

"Of course not!"

Although ****** had a stinky face on him at the moment, Liu Dong was still grateful for his reminder.

And the more he came into contact with it, the more he could feel the kindness of this Mongolian man's barbaric appearance. Of course, if you want to feel the kindness of the other person, you must first gain the respect of others, and the easiest way to gain respect is to defeat him. (To be continued.) )

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