"Monk Duan, what are you thinking? Fighting hard with Liu Meng on the edge of the field, isn't this self-defeating? Qiu Zhao, who was in the viewing area, saw that Duan Dayong was going to fight hard with Liu Meng, and he was very puzzled.

Not only Qiu Zhao didn't understand, but even Gao Yong and Xiao Jie didn't understand, Duan Dayong, who was at a disadvantage in terms of combat strength and physical fitness, was forced to the edge of the field again, if he tried to dodge as much as possible, maybe there would be time to delay and look for opportunities to turn defeat into victory, and at this time, he would undoubtedly be forced to withdraw from the game early when he fought against Liu Meng.

Just when everyone was puzzled, Liu Meng and Duan Dayong's fists touched together, but unexpectedly, Duan Dayong's hand slipped, bypassed Liu Meng's palm, and landed on his arm.

It's strange to say, as soon as he stretched out his hand, Duan Dayong's palm was like a plaster on Liu Meng's arm.

Duan Dayong put his palm on Liu Meng's arm, and the person leaned back to the side, dodging Liu Meng's punch in the face, and at the same time, the whole person floated up, and it actually hung on Liu Meng's arm, no matter how Liu Meng shook it, it was like an appendage that could not be shaken off.

"Swim in the gossip chain! Unexpectedly, Duan Dayong was still a master of internal boxing. Seeing Duan Dayong hanging on Liu Meng's arm in the middle of the field, fluttering with Liu Meng's waving arm like a shadow, Xiao Jie, who was quite knowledgeable, couldn't help but blurt out in surprise.

"Hehe, it turns out that this kid monk still has such a hand." Seeing Duan Dayong turn the corner, Qiu Zhao was also immediately relieved.

At this time, the battle situation in the field became very strange, on one side Liu Meng was desperately shaking his arms, trying to throw Duan Dayong out of the field, and on the other side, Duan Dayong was hanging on Liu Meng's arm to wait for work.

Although Duan Dayong was almost thrown away by Liu Meng several times, he always hung dangerously on Liu Meng's arm like a willow branch swaying in the wind at critical moments.

Maybe he was annoyed by Duan Dayong's close sticking, and after not throwing Duan Dayong off several times, Liu Meng roared angrily, raised Duan Dayong's arm high, and then smashed it to the ground.

However, Duan Dayong would not give Liu Meng this opportunity, just when Liu Meng was raised above the top and was about to smash down, Duan Dayong took the opportunity to lift it high, took the opportunity to take off Liu Meng's arm, and gently floated back to the center of the field in the stunned eyes of everyone.

"Cultivating both inside and outside, it is really a good seedling." Seeing that Duan Dayong got out of danger and returned to the center of the competition venue again, instructor Lu Lijun was quite satisfied.

Taking advantage of the suspension of the offensive, everyone in the viewing area also began to comment.

"The monk will have an internal fist, and he can overcome the gang with softness against Liu Meng, it seems that there is still a fight in this game." Regarding the trend of the decisive round, Qiu Zhao also turned from pessimism to optimism.

"Well, it seems that it is really unknown who will win this game in the end, Duan Monk wins both inside and outside, and Liu Meng has the advantage of combat power and physical fitness." Gao Yong seemed to be getting more and more integrated with everyone, and he was also excited to participate in the discussion at this time.

"Wang Lang, what do you see?" Qiu Zhao looked at Wang Lang, and when he was guessing now, he had become accustomed to asking Wang Lang.

"The number of five or five, the outcome is unpredictable, the key is still in Dayong's physical strength, although swimming in the gossip chain palm can save a lot of physical strength, but it is still constantly consumed, but the speed of consumption is slow, and the other party has rested for two rounds, and the physical strength has enough energy storage." Faced with Qiu Zhao's inquiry, Wang Lang expressed his opinion.

"I said earlier, the rules of this game are too unfair, if the monk is allowed to rest for a while, I think he will have a greater chance of winning." Hearing Wang Lang mention the problem of physical strength, Qiu Zhao immediately shouted indignantly.

"It's useless to say more, the rules of this competition have been decided after all, and now it's all up to Monk Duan to skillfully combine the inner plus boxing and the outer boxing." Xiao Jie on the side also talked about his own views.

Maybe it was because he didn't fly Duan Dayong with a punch as he imagined, Liu Meng was stunned at first after seeing Duan Dayong float back to the center of the field, and then his heart was furious, and he couldn't help roaring, and swung a straight fist at Duan Dayong again.

Seeing Liu Meng rushing with his fist, Duan Dayong responded with a swimming gossip chain palm, only to see him walking with his body, changing with his palm, walking like a dragon, changing his momentum like an eagle, beating a set of gossip palms into a tiger and a tiger, and from time to time in the middle, he cooperated with other boxers to attack Liu Meng's vital points, which made Liu Meng extremely uncomfortable.

After another cup of tea, under the attack of Duan Dayong's swimming baguazhang, Liu Meng had become extremely impatient, and he actually stiffened up to receive a punch from Duan Dayong to the chest, grabbed Duan Dayong's shoulder, and at the same time held it tightly with his other hand, and slammed it towards Duan Dayong's face.

Duan Dayong didn't expect Liu Meng to be in a hurry, and he was punched hard in order to catch himself, and now that his shoulder was grabbed, it was impossible to dodge again. In a desperate situation, Duan Dayong bent his arm and met Liu Meng's fierce punch with an elbow blow.

With a "bang", the fists and elbows struck each other, making a sound, and I saw that Duan Dayong's face immediately swelled with flush, obviously invaded by Liu Meng's fist, disturbing the breath.

Over there, Liu Meng was no better, his face turned pale after brushing, and it was obvious that Duan Dayong's elbow blow was not good.

However, Liu Meng grabbed Duan Dayong's shoulder but refused to let go, and was ready to exchange injuries for injuries and fight to the end.

I saw him grit his teeth and quickly swing out a punch, hitting Duan Dayong's face.

"Bang", it was another hard fight, Duan Dayong could no longer suppress the tumbling breath in his body, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. And over there, a wisp of blood also flowed from the corner of Liu Meng's mouth.

Before the blood spilled on the ground, Liu Meng's third punch hit again, and as a last resort, Duan Dayong could only meet it again.

"Damn, this is going to be an injury for an injury, and it's hard to eat!" Seeing that the battle was so fierce, Qiu Zhao couldn't help but stand up from his seat in the viewing area.

Blood spurted out again, staining the field in front of him red.

At this time, Duan Dayong's face was pale and bloodless, and it was obvious that the continuous hard work had injured his viscera.

"Throw in the towel! You can't fight mine. At this moment, Liu Meng said with a calm face.

"No way, you want to win me, unless I can't move." A look of determination appeared on Duan Dayong's pale face.

"Okay, then I'll fulfill you." Liu Meng's face froze, and he punched again.

However, this time Duan Dayong did not punch the contrary, he gave way to the key point and resisted a blow with the rib area.

With a "click", the bones in Duan Dayong's ribs were broken mercilessly, and at the same time, blood flowed out of his nose.

Duan Dayong gritted his steel teeth and waited for this moment, waiting for Liu Meng to just finish punching and didn't have time to attack again, only to see him turn his fist into a palm and raise it high, and with all his strength, a hand knife slashed at the wrist that grabbed his shoulder.

The same "click" sounded, and Liu Meng's left wrist, which had been injured in the battle with Gao Yong, was finally completely broken under Duan Dayong's full force, and in Liu Meng's screams, Duan Dayong finally broke out of his grasp.

Being firmly pressed by Liu Meng's shoulder and fighting hard must be lost, it is better to seize the weakness of Liu Meng's right wrist injury and cut him off.

Although it is a painful fight and a high cost to do so, once you succeed in getting out of control, the number of wins and losses is another matter.

At this time, the two of them were kneeling on both sides of the field in a half-squat, and the situation was not optimistic. Liu Meng held his other hanging wrist with one hand, and the green tendons on his face were bulging, obviously suffering great pain.

Duan Dayong's side was even worse, the broken ribs had already made him feel that it was difficult to breathe, and the tumbling breath in his body made his entire viscera painful.

But the game is not over, the battle is not over, and if you want to win, you have to keep going.

At this moment, a figure swept into the field, and it was the major who was presiding over the game.

I only heard the major say in a loud voice: "In view of the fact that the two are seriously injured and unable to fight again, it is hereby announced that the competition will be terminated immediately, as for who will be the final winner?" According to the rules of the competition, Duan Dayong fought continuously, and Liu Meng rested for two rounds, so I announced that the final winner was Duan Dayong. ”

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar immediately, and the people of the Eighth Battalion on Qiu Zhao's side were all excited, while the emotions on the Seventh Battalion side were intense, especially the instructors of the Seventh Battalion, Xu Chengye and Liu Meng himself, immediately raised objections.

However, the objections raised by the two were quickly rejected, on the grounds that the purpose of the competition was to enhance the enthusiasm of Longyan recruits' cultivation, not to fight to the death, and in the case that the lives of the two were at stake and the other side could not prove that the other side had an absolute advantage, only according to the rules of the game, whoever participated in the more games would be the final winner.

Regarding the reply given above, Xu Chengye and Liu Meng were unwilling in their hearts, and they could only accept it silently. I saw that the two of them quickly disappeared from sight with the seventh battalion with blue faces.

Contrary to the anger of the seventh battalion, the recruits of the eighth battalion, including the instructor Lu Lijun, were all happy and anxious, happy that their side defeated the strong with the weak and won the final victory, and anxious because Duan Dayong knelt on the field and could not stand up so far, not knowing how the injury was done.

So when the major who presided over and refereed announced the end of the game, Qiu Zhao was the first to rush into the field to help Duan Dayong up, and Lu Lijun also hurriedly came to his side, and after checking with several Long Yan military doctors who were in charge of the game rescue, it was finally determined that although Duan Dayong was injured in his lungs, it was not serious, and he could recover soon as he recuperated reasonably.

However, his broken ribs were not a small injury, and he needed to be put on a plaster cast to recuperate for a while.

Knowing that Duan Dayong was fine and only needed to recuperate, the recruits of the Eighth Battalion all breathed a sigh of relief, especially Qiu Zhao smiled at Duan Dayong lying on the stretcher: "Monk, you can be regarded as showing your face, showing your face for our Eighth Battalion and the Ninth Mountain Division." ”

Lu Lijun no longer had a straight face, but said with a kind smile: "Boy, it's good!" ”

In this regard, Duan Dayong smiled back.

At this time, a figure came in, and said coldly: "You kid has lived up to my merits, don't forget my contribution to this victory." ”

It was Gao Yong who spoke, but he still had a cool and handsome look on his face.

"Idiot! Can you die if you don't pretend? Looking at Gao Yong's virtue, Duan Dayong, who was lying on the stretcher, couldn't help but give him a roll of the eyes.

The two looked at each other for a long time, laughed at the same time, and stretched out their two big hands and clasped them tightly.

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