Philip Mexs cautiously pushed open the door of the utility room at the end of the remote passageway, and saw Zhuo Yang sitting on a large stack of cotton mats, holding a bottle of mineral water in his hand, drinking and waiting for him.

Mex's eyes staring at Zhuo Yang were about to drip blood, the last time was the biggest loss in a fight in his life, especially when he was slapped by Zhuo Yang in the end, it was a great shame in his life. Because of his family experience, Mexes has been paranoid since he was a child, not to mention with strangers, even if he is with good friends, he will do it if he doesn't agree with him. He has fought a lot more than Zhuo Yang since he was a child, after all, Zhuo Yang rarely takes the initiative to cause trouble, most of the time because others are not used to his arrogance and shoot back to kill the other party.

Mex's skills are not weak, not as good as those who play professionally, but there are certainly few opponents in fights among ordinary people, and even in the group of strong professional players, Mexs can be called a master of fighting. At the age of 11, because of the rash challenge to the middle school bastard on the wild court, after Mex, who was at a physical disadvantage, was beaten up, he went to the Yeluzi Boxing Gym to take time to practice martial arts for half a year, and since then, he has never lost in a fight, at least one-on-one.

After entering the professional football world, Mex's fights are much less, and a fight in this industry is too luxurious, and earning a little salary is not enough to fine, all of them are untouchable golden eggs. In the few clashes with teammates or opponents, Mex's also won crushing victories. Therefore, he was very unconvinced that he lost to Zhuo Yang in his fists and feet that day, and he was somewhat looking forward to meeting his opponent.

That day, Zhuo Yang was subject to a lot of people, and Mex's couldn't play because of the mess. Anyone who has fought in a group knows that too many people will make mistakes, and often you rush up with all your strength, but you shoot your own people with a peach blossom on your face. Punching the master to death, no matter how good the punches and kicks are, they can't be used in the crowd. Some experts Zeng Zheng'er has analyzed: Why did the Northern Hero Guo Jing and the Eastern Evil Yellow Medicine Master, who have unparalleled martial arts, die on the battlefield defending Xiangyang?

Zhuo Yang also felt the same way, as soon as he stretched out his hand that day, he felt that Mexes had two blows, which was by no means the ordinary physical strength and flexibility of a player, and he had eaten this guy several punches in the face. Since leaving Xi'an five years ago to study in Europe, there have been only a handful of fights, and the environment and occupation do not allow it, which makes Zhuo Yang often have some itchy skills.

It's one thing to get Mex's unbeaten, and finding an opponent to fight heartily is sometimes more enjoyable than playing a Champions League final.

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"Long tails? Close the door! Through the depth of the empty room, Zhuo Yang condescendingly raised his eyebrows and reprimanded Mex.

The more I look at it, the more I hate it! Mex's face is very disgusted with Zhuo Yang, perhaps because he and Zhuo Yang are two opposite people in terms of personality. In Mex's opinion, Zhuo Yang is too lucky, and he is too casual, and he is so giggling with Boss Totti. Of course, Mex's would never admit that it all stemmed from his jealousy, and he was unaware of it given that he never examined his character.

What disgusted Mexes even more was that Zhuo Yang talked too much, playing a ball on the field and chattering endlessly, forcibly setting up magnetism if he didn't know him, and chatting with his teammates in Milan for a little time. Mex's mouth is a stuffy gourd, and when he saw Zhuo Yang's mouth kept turning, he wanted to plug it with the soles of his shoes. No, as soon as I saw Zhuo Yang, I got involved with him, Mex's mouth was stupid, and he made up his mind not to let Zhuo Yang say so much nonsense.

Slammed his backhand against the door, and Mex's eyebrows were raised and his eyes were furious. "Come directly, Lao Tzu didn't bring anything, let's see the real chapter on the fists and feet. I'll explain it to you first......"

"You talk too much nonsense in a fight!" Putting down the mineral water in his hand, Zhuo Yang jumped off the mat.

Mex: "......" makes a person who talks more nonsense than say that he talks more nonsense, who does Mexs reason with?

In this way, Mexes was no longer silent. After the hand-to-hand, he didn't dare to be careless, and he rushed over with his arms in a fighting stance before and after, and when he got close, he threw a swing fist.

With a 'good come', Zhuo Yang hooked his head and gave way, then closed the door with both hands to seal the ensuing left hand cannon, and his left leg bent his knee outward to block Mex's side kick. Whether he is a connoisseur or not depends on whether he is good at the consistency and coordination of the punch and kick combination, and Mexes does a pretty good job in this regard.

The arm frame pushed Mexes out of the way, and Zhuo Yang took a stride in place, just like Bruce Lee. In fact, in real martial arts, this kind of pace is of little use, and the meaning of provocation is mostly there.

This time it was a jab and hook, and Zhuo Yang separated it with a side dodge and an iron lock, and then dodged a succession of elbows and knees.

For several rounds in a row, Zhuo Yang didn't fight back, but just used his body skills and moves to defend and dodge. In fact, after fighting Zhuo Yang last time, he had already determined that Mexs was not his opponent, and since he could take the initiative to make an appointment, he must have a spectrum in his heart. After savoring it a few more times today, Zhuo Yang gradually saw Mex's boxing path clearly. Of course, in the process, he also received a few blows on the shoulder, but it was not a problem.

Mexx and Zhuo Yang are about the same height, slightly stronger, and their absolute strength is above Zhuo Yang, which can be felt. The speed and strength of Mex's punches are quite good, and he is obviously a master of fighting, but through personal observation, Zhuo Yang also found two flaws in Mex.

First of all, he doesn't wrestle. The two men have had a few hand-to-hand grapples, and Mex's failure to exemplify the habitual head-to-shoulder arm maneuvers expected of a grappling fighter is a sign that he hasn't practiced in this area. And Zhuo Yang is very proficient in the rules of wrestling, before the last big slap, Mexe was thrown to the ground by Zhuo Yang with a leg amputation.

Secondly, Mex's is a very skilled street and wild fight, relying on muscle memory gained from combat experience.

Both of them are two knives, neither is a professional fighter, and they both have studied kung fu for two days. But the difference is that Mex learned grass platform team fighting, and the coaches are also two knives. Zhuo Yang studied under the top kung fu experts, and the kung fu he practiced was also the most comprehensive and practical technique.

The most important point is that Zhuo Yang has a good brain and is also good at using his brain. This is very different from Mex, who fights purely on experience and muscle memory, which means that Zhuo Yang can see through his punches, while Mexs can't read at all.

After a few more rounds, Zhuo Yang was already very aware of Mex's habit of punching and kicking, such as what punches he would receive after the jab punch, and how to kick out after the cannon punch. Mex, however, had never met an opponent who had to shake his wit in a fight, and he still swung his fists like rain and ran his legs like the wind, his mouth snorting and panting, and sweat pouring out.

Thinking enough, Zhuo Yang suddenly made a move. The short body slid sideways to dodge Mex's head-on punch, and he grabbed his neck by his side, twisted his waist and hips, and immediately threw him down and threw him to the ground with a crotch throw.

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