Forward, combo, kick, retreat.

Forward, combo, waist, retreat.

Forward, Combo, Mid Leg, Backward......

In the next time, Zheng Wenzhe was like a butterfly among the flowers, under Le Jianming's attack, he easily dodged, and sometimes when Zheng Wenzhe felt that something was not right, he would flash in and flash out directly, and he would not give Le Jianming a chance to attack himself.

But many people can't help but laugh at it, because in their opinion, Zheng Wenzhe has turned this unrestricted match into middleweight, and in their opinion, Zheng Wenzhe obviously can't beat Le Jianming, so he will use this method.

This style of play, in the heavyweight competition, is known as the marathon, which means that he is running all the time, and will not go to the opponent to fight hard, what kind of game is good-looking, that is, the same drums, fists to the flesh.

If it looks good like this, wouldn't the featherweight and flyweight divisions be much better than the heavyweight and unrestricted divisions? In fact, the unrestricted division is the king of this world, and boxing is also the world of heavyweights.

A style of play like Zheng Wenzhe is actually ugly in the eyes of ordinary people, because this style of play is almost telling the other party, I can't beat you, I want to win with points.

In the whole audience, in addition to Le Jianming, there were only a few coaches, and Dong Jian, they could see that Zheng Wenzhe couldn't beat Le Jianming, he moved, and he had to use this method to play, then there was only one possibility, that is, he was playing.

It sounds absolutely impossible to play with the fifth person in the CFC as a toy, but the truth is that it happened right in front of you.

Le Jianming felt that his stomach was getting more and more painful, and his legs were getting more and more painful, Zheng Wenzhe's fists, Zheng Wenzhe's legs, made him feel that this guy's strength was not even worse than his own, how could it be!

Although his heart was full of anger, Le Jianming still kept calm, every time Zheng Wenzhe rushed in, he would punch Zheng Wenzhe back, he didn't dare to raise his leg anymore, after a while, his leg had been kicked by Zheng Wenzhe more than a dozen times, and the pain would accumulate, although now it seemed that his movement was not restricted.

But that was actually his own strength, his leg was already bruised a lot, if Zheng Wenzhe was allowed to attack a few more times, he might not have to fight, he would already be unstable, so he could only grit his teeth and force Zheng Wenzhe back with his fists.

But the accumulation of injuries is very important, it's like playing a game like King of Fighters, the character's health bar is placed there, and after the fight, it will go down, down to the limit, whether you admit defeat or not, your body can't withstand it.

This has nothing to do with spirit, this has nothing to do with perseverance, this is a natural reaction of the body, and Le Jianming knows these very well.

And Le Jianming's situation, Zheng Wenzhe saw it in his eyes and remembered it in his heart, and after finally rushing in again, he still hit twice in a row, and when he wanted to retreat, he found that Le Jianming had retreated half a step, although his fist still swung up.

But in the past, he would move forward slowly, swinging his fist, if Zheng Wenzhe did not retreat well, he would be beaten in an instant, but this time he took half a step back, which represents a lot of information, for example, he is a little tired, he is dead set on pursuing Zheng Wenzhe, and there is another point, that is, he has some cowardice, and his legs are afraid of being swept by Zheng Wenzhe again, so he has to retreat.

Seeing this scene, Zheng Wenzhe smiled, because he knew that it was time.

Facing Le Jianming's fist again, Zheng Wenzhe did not retreat, but stood in place very easily.

When the opponent's jab came over, his head tilted slightly to the left, and he dodged the opponent's jab, seeing that Zheng Wenzhe did not retreat this time, the opponent's body also took a step forward, and the fist began to fight.

Jab, jab, jab, left hook, jab, straight right...... Le Jianming is really good at standing.

This standing level is not much worse than playing boxing, but these fists are useless, Zheng Wenzhe seems to have many pairs of eyes, his body shook slightly, and he dodged all the opponent's fists.

If it was at the beginning of the game, Zheng Wenzhe would not dare to do this, because at that time, the opponent's fists were faster, and they were mixed with leg attacks, although Zheng Wenzhe's dynamic vision was terrifying, but he could not dodge the opponent's attacks in all directions.

And his current state can't last too long, the consumption of mental power is too great, but more than ten seconds is still okay, in everyone's eyes, there is such a scene, Zheng Wenzhe stood in place and didn't move, but Le Jianming punched out dozens of punches, and he didn't let Zheng Wenzhe block it, and all the fists were all dodged.

Seeing this scene, to be honest, it was very shocking, no one dared to say that it could be dodged so lightly, this Zheng Wenzhe is definitely stronger than Dong Jian, at least in his body, this level of dodging is too good 13.

And seeing Zheng Wenzhe pretending to be 13 here, Le Jianming's heart must be unhappy, at this time he is also a little up, since he can't hit Zheng Wenzhe with his fists alone, then go to his legs, fists and feet are connected, this is what an MMA fighter should have, so he kicked Zheng Wenzhe's leg with a low kick.

But when he saw Zheng Wenzhe looking at his legs and smiling, he knew that he had been fooled!

Yes, if Le Jianming fights for more than ten seconds, or even a few seconds, Zheng Wenzhe will have to block and retreat, because his mental power has been almost consumed, but now that he is out of his legs, hehe, that is, he is looking for death by himself.

Looking at the other party's legs, Zheng Wenzhe instantly became a whip leg, what is the advantage in speed, the last strike is first.

Zheng Wenzhe's leg didn't give Le Jianming any chance at all, and directly pumped it heavily on Le Jianming's leg.

The huge impact, coupled with the injuries that had been accumulated, made Le Jianming unable to weaken his feet, and he was about to fall down, he had to give up the leg he had kicked out, and while putting it down, he held his head with both hands and retreated.

And Zheng Wenzhe was about to start attacking at this time, those fists, like machine guns, fell on Le Jianming's body like raindrops, on his arms, on his stomach, everywhere he hit the target, if it weren't for Le Jianming's good defense of the head, he might have been knocked out a long time ago, and at the same time of punching, Zheng Wenzhe's kick was not polite.

Waist, legs, these places are the targets of Zheng Wenzhe's attack, if others hit a call, they need to go back to recover their breath, then Zheng Wenzhe doesn't need it, he doesn't need it at all, he can hit the sandbag with the greatest strength for half an hour without stopping, this is talent, and Zheng Wenzhe's fist speed is also constantly improving.

As mentioned earlier, because Zheng Wenzhe's flexibility and speed have strengthened in this life, he practiced boxing speed.

He is currently the fastest, he can punch nine punches in one second, of course, that is to hit sandbags, and it is not so fast to hit people, but seven or eight punches in one second is still not a problem, at this time Le Jianming feels as if he is in the rain.

Those fists fell on his body, the pain was inevitable, but his ability to resist the blow was indeed outrageous, Zheng Wenzhe blasted him with nearly two hundred punches, he didn't even let go of the fight, it seems that this guy should belong to the turtle.

And Zheng Wenzhe's strong playing style also made the audience a little confused, Nima, this is the 55th CFC?

GF fifty-five, they all believe it, if someone said before this that CFC fifty-fifth can press the fifth fierce bell of CFC, they would not believe it anyway, but now the facts are in front of them, they are not blind.

"It's almost over!" When these people were stunned, the smile on Zheng Wenzhe's face over there gradually thickened, and he could be said to have used more than ninety percent of his strength at present, just like he said, he wants to win, not end at the end of three rounds.

When the bombardment reached about six hundred punches, it was not more than a minute later, Le Jian's grit was finally about to loosen, looking at his unwilling, but helpless gaze, Zheng Wenzhe's fist speed and fist power improved again.

But just as he felt that Le Jianming's hugging was about to open in more than twenty seconds, a harsh voice came from the side.

"The first round is over!" The referee acting as the coach ran over for the first time and stopped Zheng Wenzhe, Zheng Wenzhe was not red-eyed again, naturally after hearing the sound, he stopped and retreated to his position, where the coach had already brought things over, but found that nothing other than towels and chairs was useless.

Zheng Wenzhe hit this section, but he was not hit at all, and it didn't seem that he was tired, sitting there looking at the other side funny.

As for Le Jianming, he was much lazy at this time, many of the places where he was beaten by Zheng Wenzhe had begun to turn blue and swollen, and the corner of his eye was also rubbed out of a bloody wound by Zheng Wenzhe's fist, at this time he was panting for breath, and the round just now not only had a huge impact on his heart, but also had a huge impact on his physical strength.

But looking at Zheng Wenzhe again, after a round of wild attack, he seemed to be nothing, this reserve of physical strength was too terrifying.

"Okay, it's not really a game, if you get hurt, it's a loss for our national team, you take Jianming to deal with it, this battle is over." After checking Le Jianming's injury, Wei Ao first smiled, then quickly took it back, looked at both sides and said seriously.

Hearing Wei Ao's words, everyone present was stunned for a moment, and then Le Jianming lowered his head a little embarrassed.