"The blue boxer is eighteen years old, 1.93 meters tall, 2.03 meters in reach, weighs 1006 kilograms, and has a professional record of 6 wins, 0 losses and six knockout victories! He is Wang Jin from Shunyang Golden Eagle Boxing Gym! ”

"The red boxer is twenty-three years old, 1.86 meters tall, 1.86 meters in reach, weighs 1004 kilograms, has a professional record of 12 wins, 3 losses and three knockout wins, let's welcome Chen Yihong from Jiatian Cheetah Fighting Center!"

The team has suffered a painful four-game losing streak, and Chen Yihong played last, and his pressure can be imagined.

This guy quietly looked at Wang Jin, and his heart suddenly struck a sudden - since the two of them took the stage, Wang Mou stared at each other with poisonous snake-like eyes, and he didn't even relax for a second! That terrible arrogance and ferocity brought great mental pressure to people......

With Coach Lei and two assistants accompanying Wang Jin to play, Zhao Yuanyang was very relieved, so he didn't follow the game, he leaned on the small sofa with a teacup in his hand and watched TV, his face was indifferent and peaceful.

"Yo, Lao Zhao is so comfortable!"

A loud voice came from behind, and then a middle-aged man sat down next to him with a grin.

This man was about forty-two or thirteen years old, with a standard flat head, a large round face, big eyes, a calm expression that seemed to have no scheming, and his demeanor was particularly rude...... If "Water Margin" needs to be re-illustrated, then the portrait of the butcher town of Kansai must be him.

Zhao Yuanyang said lightly: "Yo, Coach Huang, where did you come from to hang out with me?" ”

Coach Huang laughed and said, "My old yellow belt team still has to worry about it?" It's all over! ”

Zhao Yuanyang was taken aback, but said quietly: "All five games have been played? ”

Coach Huang said triumphantly: "That's still fake, it's just overwhelming, devastating." Especially the heavyweight Tian Jun of our team, he didn't even arrive for a minute to settle the battle. ”

Zhao Yuanyang said: "Congratulations." ”

Coach Huang stilted his thighs on his legs, his eyes quickly glanced over Zhao Yuanyang's face, and when he saw that people were indifferent, a flash of disappointment suddenly flashed in his eyes. This glimpse of lightning and flint fully exposed his competitiveness, cleverness, and cunning, like an old fox who had cultivated for 10,000 years.

"Hey, it's your cousin Wang Jin who appeared, right? Has this kid gained weight again? Tsk, the neck is well trained! ”

Coach Huang said casually, and the richness of the content is simply overwhelming.

Zhao Yuanyang said lightly: "Hmm." ”

Coach Huang said: "You didn't even play, it seems that you are very relieved of him?" You must know that young people need more spurs and guidance, otherwise it is easy to fall on their heels! ”

Zhao Yuanyang turned his face to look at him, and said without emotion: "The young man is young, play as you like, it is gratifying to win, but it is nothing to lose, after all, he is only eighteen years old this year...... And your team member Tian Jun is already twenty-six, right? ”

The corner of Coach Huang's eyes twitched: "Uh......"

On the screen, the battle has already sounded the bell!

"Ready!"

The referee stands between the athletes in a lunge with their arms outstretched, their palms raised to point to the red and blue sides, and then down in front of the lower abdomen.

"Let's go!"

Some special etiquette of sanda competitions, such as holding fists and saluting, have strong national characteristics and a subtle taste of Chinese style. However, a few of the instructions are not clear enough, and seem to be somewhat obscure, far less concise and clear than free fighting, which will affect popularity and promotion to a certain extent.

"Dang!"

Round 1.

Knee strikes are forbidden and falling methods are allowed, Wang Jin is even more fearless, and strides towards the opponent in the first second!

The plan is simple: storm!

In the face of an enemy who is at a disadvantage in height, arm span, and weight, Wang Jin did not adopt a seemingly "smart" control style of play, and if he can end the battle in ten seconds, he will definitely not drag it out until eleven seconds, go all out and never die, which is the spirit of a warrior.

Chen Yihong's four-game losing streak was very humiliating, and he put the rules of "grabbing points" behind him, and was ready to fight Wang Jin to save some face for the gym.

Seeing that his opponent was getting closer and closer, and seemed to be about to fight closely, Chen Yihong took the lead to hit a precise left-handed jab and took Wang Jin straight to the door. Jabs are generally feints, used as a test to open the way, followed by a straight punch or hook that is a lethal move.

To deal with jabs, you can slap, block, lean back, dodge, there are many ways, but Wang Jin chose to continue to rush to the top with his fist, leaning to the left at the moment when the fist was about to hit his face, just avoiding the attack, and narrowing the distance one step further!

Chen Yihong's moves have become old and unchangeable.

Wang Jin bent down quickly, his head was against the opponent's abdomen, his left arm was bent with his leg, and his right arm was wrapped around the crotch from the outside of his thigh, and then he stood up with his shoulders, abdomen, and kicking the ground, directly lifting Chen Yihong off the ground and carrying him on his shoulders!

This move seems to be very similar to "crotch wrestling", but it is not, crotch wrestling is to "horizontally" the opponent on his shoulder, and Wang Jin is carrying the opponent vertically!

What is the difference between horizontal and vertical? One action is less lethal, and the other is quite dangerous! Wang Jin didn't simply throw Chen Yihong out, but violently rotated his body on the spot and smashed him to the ground fiercely!

This is beyond the scope of Chinese-style "leg wrestling", and it is somewhat similar to some American performance moves......

"Bang!"

Chen Yihong landed suddenly, a large number of Venus appeared in front of him, his body was twisted like a twist, and even the boxing ring under his buttocks was shaken three times! He had a strong feeling of "weightlessness" dizziness, and all his internal organs seemed to be smashed out of place!

Fall in one second, shocking the audience!

Swift, crisp, ferocious, and caught off guard!

"Oh!"

"Oh my God!"

"It's violent!"

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

The audience's emotions were already very high, and Wang Jin's beautiful fall pushed the atmosphere of the scene to a climax!

Many of the wrestling techniques in Sanda can quickly bring the opponent down, but there is no obvious destructive effect, Wang automatically avoided some "easy" moves, and emphasized the lethality of the attack, his aggressiveness can be imagined.

Chen Yihong staggered to his feet and gasped, his eyes flashing with hatred!

After the referee signaled for the game to resume, he kicked Wang Jin's left cheek! Instead of kicking the calf to score, he showed his sword again, and the whip leg was a good indication of his toughness.

From lightweight to middleweight to heavyweight, Wang Jin has trained with almost every fighter in the gym and tasted almost every type of leg style, and it is simply impossible to easily kick the end of his instep to his head......

As soon as Chen Yihong raised his knee kick, Wang Jin basically judged the opponent's attack route, his left arm blocked the right hand grappling, and the leg picking action was as smooth as flowing water, and he steadily grabbed the opponent's right foot, which was more natural than eating!

In the next second, Wang Jin pulled his ankle and dragged it down, and then swung it out in a large arc to the upper right!

Leg shabu!

In this case, no one can keep their body balanced, unless he is Spider-Man......

"Whoosh!"

"Bang dang!"

Chen Yihong leaned on his back, wanting to cry without tears, his face was full of sadness and sadness! Fortunately, this blow only broke the balance, and the fall was not very serious.

After getting up and starting the battle for the third time, Chen Yihong didn't dare to sweep his legs anymore, and he didn't dare to let Wang Jin get close to him again! Left jab, right straight, left straight, right straight! While retreating, Xiao Chen launched a sniper attack with a long-distance straight line fist, trying to get rid of Wang Jin's pursuit!

Wang "brushed and brushed" swayed from side to side, shuttled in his fist style lightly, not only successfully avoided all attacks, but also shot a weird left-handed Russian-style big swing punch, pressing the outside of Chen Yihong's right arm and smashing it into the face, brutally hitting his chin!

"Bang!"

It's a deadly killer, like a volcanic eruption!

Chen Yihong shuddered greatly, his eyes lost focus, his head jerked to the left, and then his whole body fell into the ring......

"Boom!"

KO！ The game is over!

Excluding the time for the opponent to fall to the ground and struggle, Wang Jin's battle actually consumed less than fifteen seconds......

"Ah......h

"it!"

"Awesome!"

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

The mixture of applause and shouts can deafen people's ears!

This time, Wang did not backflip, nor did he jump on the side rope to celebrate, he stretched out one arm to point to the sky, and his right foot kept rubbing the ground and kicking back, imitating the action of a bull plowing the ground, which was really embarrassing......

Belch!

Watching Wang beat his opponent like chopping melons and vegetables, Coach Huang, who was watching the game in the lounge, was dumbfounded!

A smile appeared in the corner of Zhao Yuanyang's eyes, he unscrewed the cup and gently blew the broken tea leaves, and suddenly asked: "Lao Huang, just now you said, how long did it take for your team Tian Jun to defeat the opponent?" ”

Coach Huang: "......"

PS: Tomorrow Monday, Lao Hu is cheeky and asks for a recommendation ticket.