The mustache punched wildly, beating the mountains and rivers vigorously, with the loud shouts of the audience next to him, the momentum was amazing.

But it wasn't until the mustache took the last punch, jumped away quickly, and slowly recovered his strength, that he realized that the fat man in front of him didn't move!

Yes, this guy's posture has not changed at all, he bows his head and neck, raises his fist to protect his head, and his body is arched like a boiled prawn, clinging to the fence fist rope, maintaining a motionless and strange posture.

The mustache was suddenly depressed.

From the eyes of a professional boxing coach, his posture and tactics are impeccable in both attack and defense.

Especially in the half-year intensive combat training, thanks to the guidance of Instructor Bova, the advanced methods of the Siberian training camp in the Rus' country advocated by him have made rapid progress in boxing speed and strength, and the overall fighting level has jumped to the middle of the students, and in terms of strength, it is far stronger than impotence by more than one level.

If he's confident in a normal martial arts arena, he can easily knock out the fat guy in three seconds just by relying on a combination of jabs and hooks.

Unfortunately, this time he ran into an unreasonable freak.

Impotence is covered in flesh, not at all like a fighting fighter, and even more bizarrely, the opponent has adopted a method that he did not think at all: turtle defense.

As the name suggests, this guy defends like a turtle.

The opponent is holding his head tightly, his fat ass is against the rope loop behind him, his hands are protecting his ears, his elbows are protecting his chin and other vital parts, and his face is facing down to reveal his hard forehead and skull.

Fighting matches are not like boxing matches, and they are completely different from international mixed martial arts, in the eyes of the judges, there is no concept of negative offensive deductions, and the standard of victory and defeat is completely until one side admits defeat.

Therefore, the practice of impotence is not considered a violation.

This is not weird, the most bizarre thing is that the mustache fought for a long time before he realized that the opponent in front of him seemed to be very resistant.

A tentative jab? The guy doesn't move.

A slightly more powerful straight punch? The body doesn't move!

A ferocious heavy hook in the right hand? It's still motionless!

Not only does the person not move, but the color of the skin does not change in the slightest!

Dozens of punches hit one place, why do you want your skin to turn red and white, but this guy in front of him, his skin has not changed at all!

The mustache can't help but think of one of the most exquisite meats in the legend - hob meat.

Yes, this guy is like a huge piece of hob meat, so that every punch of the mustache goes up, the power follows the fist, and before it touches the opponent, it disappears cleanly, and when it hits the opponent's body, the power is as light as a feather!

The audience booed:

"Fake punch!" "Fake punch!" The shouts rang out.

Nervous sweat flowed from the mustache's face, and he cursed in a low voice: "Bastard, you bastard, you fought back!" While nervously looking at the face of the team leader in the audience.

Guan Yue's face was very bad, holding his tattooed arm, and cursing loudly, because of the distance, he couldn't hear clearly, but this guy obviously didn't say good things.

The one with the worst face was Duan Fa, seeing that Xiao Ru on the No. 1 stage had been beaten by Han Qingyan and retreated, his pace was scattered, and the footwork and pace advantages of karate were not brought into play at all, and failure was only a matter of time.

"Stupid, a bunch of stupid!" Duan scolded angrily.

The most outrageous performance is the mustache, which can quickly knock down impotence, this guy doesn't know how to do it, jumping around on the stage, happy like a horse monkey, but the opponent has nothing!

Duan Fa's face turned pale, he sighed, turned his head to Guan Yue and said quietly: "Damn, what are you doing in the second group?" Is this your damn sincerity? ”

Guan Yue's face was purple, and he scolded in a low voice, bastard mustache, what are you doing on stage? Like a dance? You must know that in the pre-match evaluation, everyone agreed that it was a natural thing for the mustache to knock down impotence, and all that needed to be discussed was how many seconds it would take.

Under the light, Guan Yue quickly made a hidden gesture to the mustache, according to the pre-agreement of the second group, this gesture means to attack desperately.

Of course, the mustache on the stage saw this gesture, and he was extremely depressed: "Tam, this is disgusted that my attack is not strong enough, I don't have back pain when I sit and talk, and I have the ability for you to come up and fight!" ”

But he had to attack according to his words, after all, according to the system, the team leader has a lot of rights in the usual assessment, the assignment of survival tasks in the wild, and even in the final score evaluation, he really doesn't want to offend Guan Yue.

With a loud roar, the mustache launched an attack with all his might, the kind of attack with the door wide open, a completely undefended attack!

For a while, the fist rained down, and the jab, straight fist, hook fist and even the whip fist that boxers do not commonly use, inch fists were used, and the key parts such as the head, chin, and two strangles of the impotence were intensively attacked, like a mad tiger!

Immediately, the audience went crazy, and many people stood up regardless of the presence of the leader, waved the plastic clapper in their hands, knocked on the seats, and made a huge uproar.

"Kill him! Hit hard, didn't you eat! ”

"Come on! Hit the head, damn it, hit the head! ”

"Bastard! Fight back! Fight back! Damn the fat guy fights back! You're not going to be beaten stupid, are you? ”

In the chaos, Xiao Ru on the No. 1 platform was finally grabbed by Han Qingyan using Emei, easily knocked to the ground, unloaded the joints of his limbs, and kicked to the ground!

When the audience arrived, the audience was even more excited, and the scene resounded with a tsunami-like shout.

Long Jiang sighed and looked around, obviously, these guys are usually oppressed by the environment and the system, and they can have the opportunity to relieve the tension and pressure of working underground all year round, and it is normal to be a little crazy, even the three instructors are holding plastic clappers, slapping the table fiercely, and shouting loudly.

Just when the mustache was able to punch hundreds of punches and sweat like rain, in the hundreds of sensitive microphones hanging at the fight scene, a trace of extremely discordant sound was heard from the fierce fight scene at the scene.

"Purr-purr!"

"Hey, what's that sound?"

"Purr-purr!"

"God, what is this?"

The cheers of the audience couldn't help but be a little smaller, and then more and more viewers heard this voice.

"It's like, it's a human snoring?"

"Shhhh

There were still people sleeping in such an interesting game, and when they boarded, most of the audience was curious and looked for this strange referee.

But to their disappointment, four of the eight referees in the No. 1 and No. 2 fighting rings were sitting upright, carefully observing the fierce fight on the No. 2 stage, and no one was sleeping.

The other four referees walked up to the No. 1 ring and were checking Xiaoru's injury, confirming whether she had accepted defeat in person, taking photos for the record, recording data, and carrying out the work in an orderly manner.

Odd? Could it be that there are leaders and referees on the rostrum who are asleep?

This is a major event that has not been encountered in the training center for decades!

As he went, more and more of the audience stirred up, and their eyes turned to the presidium, which had the most microphones.

Unfortunately, they were disappointed again, and all the members of the presidium were also looking around curiously, apparently looking for the source of the voice.

The scene slowly quieted down, and it became more and more unscrupulous, snoring loudly, until the mustache was tired and sweaty like rain, panting, and had to stop attacking, and the entire fighting scene clearly heard two huge sounds that were amplified countless times by contrasting and magnifying countless times.

"Whew, whew." This is the sound of the attacker's mustache holding on to the cable, exhausted and panting.

"Purr, purr." This is the unknown and mysterious guy, lucky enough to lean on a sensitive microphone, making a terrifying sound.

I don't know that the audience suddenly reacted and shouted:

"God, look, that fat man who was beaten, he, actually, actually ......"

"Purr, purr." As if to match her discovery, the snoring grew louder.

The audience was in an uproar:

"Oh my God, he's asleep!"

"It's incredible, such a fierce attack, this guy is actually asleep!"

A small number of viewers were immediately outraged: "Fake punch! Fake punch! Refund, refund. ”

They can see the game, and they all buy tickets to come in. You must know that the training center has a huge state apparatus as a guarantee, and there are naturally many logistics support personnel working around, and the seats on site are limited after all, and if you don't enter with a ticket, how many seats are not allocated enough.

The mustache was about to cry, Nima, a dead fat man, hob meat, just now I couldn't count how many heavy punches there were, and they fell this guy's ribs and chin, but hell, it didn't have any effect at all.

What shocked him even more was that the feeling of being punched in the cotton made him inexplicably surprised, and even a little scared.

Yes, it's fear.

The mustache did not dare to attack again. He even guessed that this chubby guy must have practiced a very advanced kung fu!

But Yang Dawei, no matter how arrogant you are, you shouldn't fall asleep in front of you! In an instant, the mustache felt greatly insulted, he was extremely ashamed, panting, and suddenly exploded, whatever punch he had, that punch, pace, cooperation, to hell with it!

He rushed forward frantically, gritting his teeth, kicking, clasping his hands, and fighting for his life!

However, the voice was still harsh, and it was very faceless: "Snorr, snorr, snort." ”

The mustache is going crazy.

Long Jiang was also anxious offstage, Heisi was a big killer and the key to winning the group, he didn't want to be exposed too early, but impotence was too relaxed.

"Dick, Made, damn it, Ah Yi, wake up!"

"Snorr."

"Impotence,!" Long Jiang is also drunk, this guy is holding his head, leaning on the ring cable, and he can fall asleep in this stiff position, what a second goods!

Squinting at it, Duan Fa, Guan Yue and Ma Chaoqun were sneakily passing their eyes, it seemed that all this had attracted their attention.

Unable to wake up impotence, Long Jiang scolded in his heart, his heart moved, and quietly relaxed the black silk protection of this guy, revealing a blank space the size of a palm on his face, and it happened that the mustache attacked in shame and hit this part with a palm.

"Smack!"

The voice was heard far away.

"I'm grass, who Tamm beats me!" The impotence was woken up by the pain, and he opened his mung bean eyes angrily.

Seeing countless well-trained boxing techniques, he couldn't break through the defense of the hob meat, but woke up the opponent with a slap, and the mustache was also frozen.