In the midst of the bombardment, Xiang Hero brought his attack speed to the extreme, coupled with the top-notch rhythm control, the victory of the sky gradually tilted towards Xiang Hero, and the seemingly evenly divided battle situation has actually begun to emerge.

But Verhoeven is Verhoeven after all, and although Xiang Hero appears to be more active in the attack, it is still far from being able to defeat him. He still uses the advantage of height and reach to use the powerful leg sweep to shake the hero non-stop.

At this time, the two had been fighting for more than three minutes, but neither of them had any intention of stopping, because there was no rest in the actual combat training between the two of them, and they did not need the guidance of the coach.

Mitt and Verhoeven's coach Phil looked at each other speechlessly and smiled bitterly, there really wasn't anything he could do about these two martial arts maniacs. They know that this combat training will only end when they have exhausted all their physical strength, and as long as they can still swing their fists, they will never stop.

As the actual combat training continued, Verhoeven hit Xiang Hero in the forehead with a sharp backhand straight punch, knocking his head violently.

"Bang!" There was a crunch.

Almost at the same time as the punch, Xiang Yingying twisted his neck and returned a lightning-like left-handed flat hook!

"Bang!"

Verhoeven's face turned pale, his feet were weak, and for the first time he retreated in the middle of the bombardment.

is also beaten, his performance in defusing the impact is obviously weaker than Xiang Hero, and the gap is still a little obvious. From this moment on, the scorching battle situation became clear.

Xiang Hero saw Verhoeven's residence and then retreated, laughed wildly, strode in pursuit, and whistled left and right fists, smashing Verhoeven's retreat again and again. But at this moment, Verhoeven, who was retreating, suddenly slammed his right leg and whipped the hero's head like a steel whip.

In an instinctive reaction to danger, Xiang Yingying's hair exploded all over his body, and he instinctively raised his left hand to protect his cheek and bent his arm to block, but Verhoeven's high kick was too heavy, even with thick leggings, it made Xiang Yingxing's left hand painful. Under the huge impact, he staggered back to the right side, looking very embarrassed.

Seeing this, Verhoeven quickly moved sideways and pulled over with another high kick. Xiang Yingxing, whose center of gravity was not stable, subconsciously lowered his head and let this high sweep pass his scalp.

But it didn't end there, Verhoeven used the inertia of the high kick to connect a 360-degree turn high kick very smoothly, and the thick left leg struck again. This time, Xiang Hero had no way to dodge, but subconsciously raised his shoulders and tilted his head, allowing Verhoeven's high kick to slash heavily on the neck.

The huge strength made Xiang Yingying, who weighed 110 kilograms, fall to the ground immediately. Seeing this, Mitte's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly rushed over.

But Xiang Yingying, who fell to the ground, suddenly turned over, half-knelt on the ground, stretched out his right hand, and signaled to Xiaote not to come.

At this time, Verhoeven seemed more excited, and when he saw that Xiang Hero was knocked down by him, he began to count the seconds loudly......

"One ......"

"Two ......"

But before he could shout three, he saw Xiang Yingying stand up, twist his neck, and scold: "Shout...... Shout fart! You...... You think that's it...... With your hemp legs, you can knock me out. ”

Verhoeven looked at the leg guards depressedly and grinned, "What if...... If it weren't for this thing, I'd ...... I don't believe you can stand up! ”

Xiang Yingying glanced at Verhowen with disdain when he heard this, and said unhappily: "You think your leg sweep is amazing!" ”

"That's right! Why didn't you use your legs? Verhoeven suddenly realized that Xiang Hero hadn't used a single leg technique from the beginning.

"Against you, these fists will be enough!" Xiang Yingying raised his fists and said arrogantly.

"You ......" Van Hoeven's angry laugh and retorted: "Hmph! Since you say so, I don't need to use my legs, so I'll use these fists to teach you a lesson. Verhoeven raised his fists as Xiang Yingying spoke.

Seeing this, Xiang Yingying was immediately happy: "Come on!" But you were really ruthless just now. Xiang Yingying muttered quietly as he put on a standard boxing stance.

Seeing this, Mitte and Phil looked at each other, not knowing what these two guys were crazy about, good kickboxing training has now turned into boxing.

The fight continued, and although Xiang Yingying and Verhoeven were not professional boxers, their boxing skills were definitely not weak, and they were also very lethal.

Just like that, the training hall once again resounded with a "crackling" blow, and the two monster-like guys began to bombard each other again in the middle of the field.

The two men have similar punches, with Verhowin being more accustomed to straight and hook punches, while Xiang Hero prefers to hit Verhoeven's body and head with uppercuts and uppercuts in close quarters.

However, each time a hero wants to attack in close quarters, he must pass through a net of firepower that Verhoeven has created with a front hand jab and a straight back hand. And Verhoeven's jab and backhand straight punches are very sharp and powerful, which makes Xiang Ying pay a lot of price every time he gets close.

His face, which was not very handsome, quickly swollen. However, Verhoeven on the other side was no better. Xiang Yingying's blow to the body made his physical strength pass quickly, and his left rib was also red and swollen, and then Xiang Yingying's jaw was also hit several times in a row, if it wasn't for the boxing gloves being thick enough and wearing a tooth guard, it was hard to imagine whether this tooth could be saved.

The two monsters have been fighting for fifteen minutes, Xiang Hero has become a "pig's head", and Verhoeven has obviously become a double chin, and his waist is obviously fat, but these two guys still have no intention of stopping, but the more they fight, the more excited they become, roaring and screaming.

However, as time passed, Verhoeven's physical strength passed very quickly, and the impact of more than ten hours of airplane and jet lag did make Verhoeven feel very tired. It's very rare that he has been able to hold on until now.

Seeing this, Xiang Yingying forced Verhoeven back with a swing fist, and said loudly: "No...... Don't fight! Don't fight! Exempt...... lest you be called a bully to you. We'll come back when you have a good rest for a few days, and we'll beat you up when the time comes! ”

Verhoeven knew that with his current physical strength, facing Xiang Yingying, the final result would only be as Xiang Ying said, but he still ducked and said stiffly: "Hmph! Now...... I'll let you go today! ”

Xiang Yingying rolled his eyes in disdain when he heard this.

"A guy with a swollen head like a pig's head rolls his eyes." Seeing this, Mitte couldn't help but laugh, because Xiang Yingying's appearance at this time was really joyful.

And Phil looked at the obvious fat, and Verhoeven laughed.

Then Verhoeven and Xiang Yingying both laughed, laughing at each other's miserable situation while hugging each other warmly.