Seeing this, Mitte's face was full of depression, he didn't bother with Xiang Hero, but walked to Yang Fan's side and said coldly: "How is it?" Can you continue? ”

After surviving the most painful few seconds, Yang Fan was obviously much better, and after hearing Mitte's words, he quickly stood up and said loudly: "No problem! I can! ”

"That's fine! You remember that your biggest opponent at this moment is not Xiang Hero, but yourself. You have to deal with your inner fears and complete this combat training in the best condition, this experience is very helpful for you! When Mitte said this, he patted Yang Fan's shoulder vigorously and said loudly: "Come on!" Show the guy across from you how good you are. ”

Under Xiaote's care and encouragement, Yang Fan was obviously much more relaxed, and after he bowed deeply to Xiang Yingying, he put on a standard Muay Thai hug with a serious expression.

Seeing this, Xiang Yingying smiled and said, "This will be right!" Come, let me see your true strength. After Xiang Yingying finished speaking, his left foot took a small half step towards the upper left, staring at Yang Fan with a pair of eyes that did not fluctuate, waiting for his attack.

This time, Yang Fan still took the initiative to attack like in the first round, but he did not blindly attack like in the first round, but controlled the rhythm and distance of attack and defense very beautifully.

"Huh!" Xiang Yingying was a little surprised by Yang Fan's changes, and gradually began to get serious, he didn't want to capsize in the gutter and become the laughing stock of Xiaote.

Yang Fan's striking skills are not bad, and he is among the top in China, and while constantly attacking the heroes with jabs, he also often uses leg sweeps to create opportunities.

In the first minute or so, Xiang Yingying still did not take the initiative to attack, but attacked Yang Fan when he attacked, but just the attack made Yang Fan break out in a cold sweat, because Xiang Yingxing's grasp of the timing was absolutely world-class, which made Yang Fan very awkward.

Every time Xiang Hero met or fought back, it was at the connection of Yang Fan's attack moves, which made him have to change his rhythm and routine many times. Moreover, in this minute, Yang Fan also tried a hug wrestling, but not only did the wrestling not succeed, but he was almost concentrated on the head by Xiang Yingying's assault punch.

The more he beat Yang Fan, the cooler his heart became, could it be that there was such a big gap between himself and Xiang Yingying? Xiang Hero on the opposite side is like a mountain that is hard to shake, and his defense is very solid, allowing him to hardly hit effectively.

Although he felt desperate, Yang Fan did not intend to give up, he knew that this opportunity was too rare for him, and he wanted to use this limited time to fully display his skills and characteristics in front of his idols, and strive to get the guidance of Xiang Hero.

Seeing that Yang Fan's offensive routine had been almost displayed, although Xiang Yingying was a little disappointed in his heart, he thought that Yang Fan's time in the hero camp was still short, and it was good to have such strength.

"That's it! I'm going to attack with all my might. See how long you can hold out? Xiang Yingying forced Yang Fan back with a leg sweep and said loudly.

Without waiting for Yang Fan to answer, Mitte, who had an ugly face on the side, preemptively said loudly: "Two minutes!" If you can't hold on for two minutes, start training twice as much tomorrow! ”

Yang Fan said when he heard this: "Okay! But I still wondered, "Am I not going to be able to last even two minutes?" ”

After Xiang Yingying heard Mitte's words, he glanced at Mitte strangely, and said loudly: "One minute!" Peking duck! ”

Mitte was stunned when he heard this, and then laughed and said, "Deal!" ”

"One minute! He actually thinks I can't last a minute! Yang Fan was a little angry, frowning and looking at Xiang Yingying, with an angry expression.

Seeing this, Xiang Yingying didn't pay attention to him, but said loudly to Mitte: "Time it!" After speaking, the momentum on his body suddenly changed, and the whole person shot at Yang Fan like an arrow from the string, and he came to a flying knee very domineeringly.

It's very simple and crude.

Yang Fan faced such a rough attack without the slightest almost content. Feeling a rage again, he quickly moved sideways, raised his leg to Xiang Yingying, and pulled it over.

Who knows, as soon as Xiang Yingying landed, he turned around and flew his elbow, and hit Yang Fan's head fiercely. After the match between Xiang Ying and Jon Jones, he was very interested in his spin elbow. It took nearly half a year of absorption and digestion, and after a year of tempering, he slowly turned this powerful move into a second nirvana of Xiang Hero in addition to sweeping his legs.

However, Yang Fan's reaction was still very fast, blocking the vital point of the head, and letting the elbow hit his forearm, the huge force still made him stumble, and the blocked forearm was in sharp pain.

But Xiang Yingying's continuous attacks were very fast, and while Yang Fan's foothold was not stable, he hit Yang Fan in the right eye with a left-handed jab through the defense.

Yang Fan endured the discomfort, and took this opportunity to forcibly break into the inner circle, and the melee attack that Mitte is good at was activated instantly, leaving and right Xiaopinggou, and greeting Xiang Yingying's head and two ribs with his life, and saw Mitte nodding again and again.

seems to be more satisfied with Yang Fan's melee attack, those who are familiar with Yang Fan know that this attack method is Yang Fan's killer weapon, and he has relied on this kind of melee attack to win many games.

This killer weapon failed on Xiang Hero, and under Xiang Hero's faster, more powerful, and higher hit rate attacks, Yang Fan, who frequently suffered heavy blows, retreated again and again, and the offensive momentum collapsed in an instant.

At the moment of disintegration, Xiang Yingying smashed his eyes with a powerful swing fist, his legs were weak, and he stumbled under his feet.

"Let me show you what a melee attack is!" Seeing that the time had come, Xiang Yingying shouted loudly, and quickly chased after him, and kept beckoning Yang Fan to his head and body with flat hooks, uppercuts, straight punches, and swing fists.

Yang Fan's ability to resist hitting is very good, he didn't fall after so many heavy punches from Xiang Hero, although he not only retreated, but the fight was quite stable, but he was completely suppressed by Xiang Hero's attack, and there was no chance to fight back.

"Hold on! Hang on! Mitte clenched her hands into fists and watched nervously at the scene.

Seeing this, Xiang Yingxing smiled coldly, and his left and right hooks and hooks became heavier and heavier, constantly hitting Yang Fan's ribs and head, so that he had to lean on the cage edge and curl up his body to resist Xiang Yingxing's attack.

Seeing this, Mitte was so anxious that he shouted loudly: "Get out of the way!" Don't resist! ”

But it's easier said than done. At this time, as long as Yang Fan moved, Xiang Yingying's domineering leg sweep would pull him back, making him have to stand where to fight with Xiang Yingying.

Of course, there is only one result of fighting with Xiang Ying, and that is a rout.

Sure enough, when Yang Fan insisted on it for more than forty seconds, under Xiang Yingying's fists and legs, Yang Fan's defense finally revealed a fatal flaw......

Xiang Yingxing's powerful hook directly hit the weakest part of Yang Fan's left ribs, and the sharp pain in his heart instantly radiated from his waist to his entire upper body, as if he was about to crush his internal organs, his breathing almost stopped, and his feet were soft for a while. The whole person knelt on the edge of the cage in a very embarrassed manner, his face was pale, and beads of sweat the size of beans flowed down the helmet.

Seeing this, Mitte's expression darkened, and he looked at his watch, and found that the total time was only forty-eight seconds......