Chapter 118 A Much-anticipated Contest (II)

The rì of the contest has arrived.

The weather was sunny, cloudless, and sunny, and the stadium in Hong Kong was already full of people, and the atmosphere was very warm.

This stadium has been blocked early in the morning, and it is strictly forbidden to enter unless it is related to the stadium.

This competition between Zhang Yi and Chachai, especially because of Zhang Yi, has a great impact, not only among celebrities, but also among civilians. However, those who can enter the stadium to watch it are either rich or expensive. For the rest, you can only watch TV at home.

The media live, the stadium went through the layout of the jīng heart, the stands, the rostrum, and the ring of the zhōngyāng field. There is a special biao-shaped big man next to the ring, Wu jǐng maintains order, and the rest of the people are strictly forbidden to approach, so it is avoided like Zhang Yi's last martial arts competition, and suddenly someone broke in.

This contest is completely zìyóu fighting, and there is no referee. Although the competition between the big boxers is much more formal than that of black boxing, its bloody process is not weak, and even more cruel. Life and death fight, either you die or I live.

Master Chen, Dashan Companion, Cui Yongcheng, Bao Shilu, Xue Lianxin, Zhu Hongzhi, and a ghost old man in a suit and leather shoes must be the current Hong Kong Governor Youde of Hong Kong. In addition, the steward of the Ho family in Macau also sat in the position of a notary public.

Zhang Yi and Chachai competed, and Macau He Gambling King opened the handicap, and the funds involved almost exceeded the funds of Zhang Yi's two competitions.

In the audience, people who were familiar with Zhang Yi, and even those who were not familiar with each other, were all present. Shaw Brothers, Golden Harvest, New Art City, and Yongsheng, as well as Debao and other star artists of extremely companies.

However, Zhou Huimin and Zhang Yi's families did not arrive, but watched the live broadcast at home on the TV. They were afraid that coming to the scene would bring Zhang Yi some psychological pressure.

In addition to the tycoons and stars in the entertainment industry, there are also many other business celebrities. Among them, the most are the major martial arts boxers in the martial arts world, all with one or two proud disciples, obviously they are all disciples who support the façade. Watching Zhang Yi's two-person competition, no matter who wins or loses, they will benefit. Of course, Hong Kong has the most martial artists.

Zhang Yizhi entered the venue, his heart was quiet, and he only stood in the ring to guess in his eyes. Nachachai had white hemp rope wrapped around his head on his hands, and he was shirtless and dressed in the dress of a short-circuited, standard Thai fighting ringman.

His skin was dark, his muscles bulged, and he exuded a bloody murderous aura. The body is loose and saggy, and the arms are drooping, and they actually exceed the knees, which shows that the ligaments of the muscles and muscles of his arms have a strong ability to pull up.

Zhang Yi was wearing a white gown, stepping on the bottom of a thousand layers, walked to the ring, and stood three or four meters away, the noisy sound in the arena suddenly disappeared, everyone looked over, and the atmosphere of the audience became depressed.

"Today, I'm going to beat you to death in the ring." Chachai looked at Zhang Yi coldly, full of murderous aura, and said to Zhang Yi in a relatively blunt Chinese.

"Let's wait until you hide your murderous aura. You don't have a chance, though. Zhang Yi smiled faintly and said. His eyes looked at Chachai's eyes, and his fingers were tied up, gradually spreading evenly and densely.

"The joust begins!"

On the podium, the notary began. Before the words fell, they were still floating in the air, and Zhang Yi and the two moved forward almost at the same time and collided together.

At this time, like a bloodthirsty beast, he ran two steps in a row and pounced in front of Zhang Yi, his right leg and knee were suddenly lifted, pushing against Zhang Yi's crotch and lower abdomen, and at the same time, the bones of his hands and arms were outward, protecting his face and chest.

This low knee is a classic Muay Thai style. Na Chachai's blow, his knee was like an iron shield, which seemed to tear through the air, bringing out the sound of the wind, and Zhang Yi's clothes suddenly grinned.

This low knee hard impact is extremely powerful. The people in the audience had not seen it clearly, Zhang Yi's face remained unchanged, his body was slightly arched, his arms were falling, and he performed Tai Chi "Progress Planting", smashed it hard, and smashed it Chachai's iron knee.

Boom!

Fists and knees collided, muscles and bones wrestled, making a muffled snort, and where knees and fists intersected, sweat splashed.

The spray is like a needle, and it is obvious that both of them used dark energy firsthand.

Sun Men Tai Chi, emphasizing the effect of technical strikes, playing jīng Zhan, if it weren't for this, Mr. Cun Zhou would not refuse to perform, offending a group of people in the sports committee.

Sun's Taijiquan participates in Wudang, visits Shaolin, adopts Xingyi, and gossip, and proves Taiji. The progress of the style of play must follow, the regression must follow, compact and coherent, and it can be done in one go. Therefore, enter the hand to fight, pound the belt and take it, take the middle and buckle it, and tear it together.

Zhang Yi smashed it, then thrashed his claws, touched his backhand, and buckled the ligament muscles behind Chachai's knee.

The shape of the eagle claw grappling was handy by Zhang Yi, and it came naturally. Chachai is a grandmaster-level master, and he naturally senses that the ligaments and muscles behind the knee are not as good as the knee, relatively speaking, it is much more fragile, and if it is buckled by Zhang Yi, it will inevitably be crushed instantly.

As soon as his mind moved, his calf bounced up, and he only kicked Zhang Yi in the chest.

Muay Thai master, leg skills are extremely powerful, legs are extremely flexible, and can be soft and strong. That leg, like steel, if kicked in it, will not die or be crippled.

Zhang Yi changed his move instantly, and with his other hand, he struck a horizontal fist to "lift the beam to the shelf", avoiding a kick from Chachai.

At this time, Chachai threw out his hands suddenly, leaned forward, and hit the sides of Zhang Yi's neck with the elbow joints of both hands.

Zhang Yi's body was short, his head shrank suddenly, and then he turned behind Chachai with a "swimming danger" method, and without waiting for that Chachai to react, he made another move of "turtle drying his back", hitting his back with his back, and directly knocked Chachai out of the air.

This collision directly knocked Chachai out of five or six meters, and Nachachai reacted quickly, as soon as he fell to the ground, rolled on the spot, and rose instantly. But as soon as he got up, a white shadow followed in the middle, and he suddenly felt a tingling on his scalp.

"Ahh Chachai roared, his arms in front of his head, and with a bang, sweat splashed again.

Zhang Yi slashed at Chachai's head with a tiger-shaped punch, but unfortunately Chachai's reaction was extremely sharp and failed to kill him with one punch. However, Zhang Yi immediately smashed it with another Tai Chi move.

Muay Thai masters are much stronger than ordinary boxers, and they are very resistant to blows. Zhang Yi hit him in the back, although it knocked him away, but it was only a slight shock, otherwise the tiger-shaped slash he followed would not have been blocked by him. That back blow, for ordinary people, would have been killed long ago.

The block is blocked, and the next move block is also blocked by Chachai with both elbows, although the shelf is not dispersed, but the qi and blood are already a little unstable. Obviously, at this time, Zhang Yi has the upper hand.

Zhang Yi has the upper hand, his offensive is endless, he is chasing the wind, following closely, and the fierceness of Tai Chi hammering is vividly displayed.

"Bagua, Xingyi, Tai Chi, and Emei Boxing, it is so deep, the young master, it is well deserved!"

On the rostrum, Zhu Hongzhi watched Zhang Yi gain the upper hand in the audience, and then said to Xue Lianxin beside him.

"A 'swim risk' has the upper hand, and it is rumored that Che Yizhai, the great master of Xingyi, practiced this trick to the peak of boxing. Looking at what he just performed, I'm afraid it's not far away. Xue Lianxin nodded and said.

"What a whip slap!" Master Chen said suddenly.

In the ring, Zhang Yi attacked one after another, and Nachachai's boxing was on the verge of collapse. At this time, Zhang Yi slapped down with a whip, bang! The air blew up like a car had blown up a tire. With such prestige and steel, the document is invincible.

Tai Chi is soft to practice, and it can be described as the most fierce in the world. And Zhang Yi's hand can be said to have completely translated him. The softer you practice, the more fierce you fight.

Zhang Yi broke through not long ago, and this competition undoubtedly gave him a deeper understanding of the national arts he had learned. The actual combat is undoubtedly the best verification and perception of the national arts.

"Master Huang, does Ah Yi have the upper hand?" Zhou Yanfa looked at Zhang Yi who was competing below, clenching his fists, obviously nervous. He doesn't practice martial arts, so he naturally can't see the situation in the ring, when it is between the two of them, the ring is beaten to a tattered and terrifying momentum, this is not a movie, the ring is not a prop. The worry in his heart was on the verge of exploding, so he asked Huang Chunliang, who was not far away.

When he asked, the person next to him who was as nervous as him instantly looked over. Among them, even those who practice martial arts, such as Hong Jin, Baoyuan, Biao, and Cheng Long, are waiting for Huang Chunliang's answer. Although they practice martial arts, their eyesight does not have the vision of a grandmaster-level boxer like Huang Chunliang.

Between Zhang Yi's fists and feet, the ground was either broken or his clothes were torn. The ring, which was built with a concrete floor, was broken and in some places had steel bars exposed.

Soon after the fight, Master Zhang had the upper hand, and the fist fight of Nachachai was about to disperse. If there is no accident, this competition is decided! Huang Chunliang still looked at the ring with his eyes and said with some emotion.

As soon as the boxing fight is scattered, the strength is not enough, and it is difficult not to lose.

"Ahh

As soon as Huang Chunliang's words fell, he suddenly screamed, and on the ring, Zhang Yi slammed Chachai's head with a single whip, which was full of blood. Those celebrities, who had never seen such a thing, suddenly stood up in shock with a cowardly scream.

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