At two o'clock in the afternoon of the 20th, the battle was about to break out. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Gao Yuan calmly listened to the referee announce the rules, and his eyes fell on Zhao Ziyu's waist and abdomen. This classmate Zhao is in good shape, and he can't see any excess fat, but on his stomach, there are no abdominal muscles with very clear lines.

The body types of fighters can be roughly divided into the following three types: first, muscular types, such as Tyson, Lewis, and Holyfield at their peak, are fast and powerful; The second, the fat type, such as the heavy gunner "Devil" Foreman and the "Big Mac" Ricdik Bauer, is not too fast, but the lethality is huge; The third type, the obese type, such as those who have difficulty moving, is slow and has no strength.

Judging from Zhao Ziyu's past record and KO rate, he should belong to the second type, with great strength but relatively slow speed.

How do professional fighters deal with slow-paced opponents? The predecessors have made the most perfect demonstration: "emaciated" Ali used movement, jabs, hugging, and side-rope tactics to knock down the invincible horror killer George Foreman; "Short" Tyson, using the speed of charging, rushing, combination punches, and coming and going like the wind, defeated the former boxing champion "Giant" Tucker and unified the three heavyweight boxing organizations.

Of course, Ali has light fists and Tyson is short, and the moves of these two gods are completely based on the speed of metamorphosis, each with its own unique subtlety, but their playing style has no reference significance for Gao Yuan, because Gao Yuan does not have such good "leg skills" now.

Gao Yuan has his own method: no matter who comes, he will play to the death, and he will be forced to the corner of the fist even if he is beaten, and then use a combination of hook punches to split his head and face and beat him, which is called beating the master to death with random punches, and it is also called rather than broken jade, not for the whole tile.

"Dang!"

Round 1.

Contrary to his rough appearance, Zhao Ziyu looked very cautious at first, he raised his fist tightly to protect his face, carefully observed Gao Yuan's movements from the gap, and launched two jab snipers in succession, but unfortunately they were all empty. Takato nimbly swayed his head from side to side, and also used his left hand to hook uppercuts. His uppercuts are small, well-coordinated, fast and accurate.

"Smack!"

Zhao Ziyu bent his arm to defend steadily, then stepped and jumped, and continued to practice jab.

Takato dodges in the swing, rushes in the dodge, and combines punches in the rush!

Right straight punch, left flat hook, left hook, right hook, right hook.

"Bang bang bang!"

Zhao Ziyu bent down and lowered his arms, blocked Gao Yuan's five punches in a row, and then stepped forward, covered with a jab with his left hand, and hit Gao Yuan's face with a fast punch with his right hand.

"Smack!"

Gao Yuan's head was shocked, he blinked, then nodded contemptuously, approached even harder, and sent left and right hooks.

Zhao Ziyu was finally angry, since he entered the industry, he has never touched a boxer taller than himself, plus he has been invincible all the way, which has developed his extremely confident mentality and active promotion style. But today's unexpected encounter made him feel that he had been greatly insulted, so he was furious and waved his fists in response.

The two of them put their heads on top of each other and engaged in a hand-to-hand combat with sparks splashing.

Both of them belong to the "gibbons", and at such a close distance, all the long punches cannot be used, only the hook fists fight each other! This is exactly what Gao Yuan loves, he practices the "deadly double hook" nearly 600 times a day, and finally comes in handy, and for a time the sound of the bang "bang" is a great work.

The boxers on the stage played with their lives, and the "enemy" coaches of the two people in the audience had different looks.

Comrade Lao Li didn't make any special movements, his expression was determined, but Zhao Ziyu's master Huang Youyi frowned.

Zhao Ziyu chose to attack, which is not surprising, because his strength and physical fitness determine his style of play, and it is with this style of play that he crushes all his opponents along the way; Gao Yuan's style of play is not surprising, because what master takes what apprentice, the master is known as "Desperate Saburo", and the style of the apprentice is naturally not much worse, the strange thing is that Gao Yuan, who is slightly smaller, can withstand Zhao Ziyu's attack, and can actually take all his fists and not move! It's incredible!

Moreover, his counterattack was fast and ruthless, the rhythm was stable, and the frequency was extremely high, just like his physical strength would never be exhausted, as soon as Zhao Ziyu hit three punches, he was able to immediately hit back five punches, and the strength seemed to be obviously above Zhao Ziyu!

Coach Huang became more and more confused and opened his mouth wide: How could this be? Did this kid take medicine? He has never seen anyone in China who punches more vigorously than his own apprentices!

When Coach Huang was distracted, Gao Yuan suddenly twisted his waist and hit a hidden right hand hook, which hit Zhao Ziyu's jaw hard!

"Bang!"

In the sweat splashing, Zhao Ziyu seemed to have been hit by strong electricity, his head was thrown back widely, his feet were weak, and then he was in unbearable pain, desperately hugging Gao Yuan to gasp......

The confrontation lasted for more than 20 seconds, and Gao Yuan completely suppressed his opponent with his first-step punch.

Coach Huang woke up like a dream, and shouted anxiously: "Hold! Hold tight! Don't let him punch ......"

Lao Li looked at Lao Huang's expression, the corners of his mouth rose, and he was very happy.

Zhao Ziyu pulled hard, Gao Yuan struggled with all his strength, he twisted his body weirdly, couldn't help but retreat and bowed his waist, and buried his head in hitting the abdomen, hitting the ribs, and the left and right small arc hooks. How to kill and injure the enemy in grappling is a subject that every fighter must study, and in this regard, the more powerful Gao Yuan did a particularly good job, beating Zhao Ziyu to the point of grinning.

After a long time of entanglement, the referee came to intervene and separated the two.

Coach Huang roared, "Jump! Jump away! Throw more jabs and keep your distance......"

Zhao Ziyu had been injured by a thunderous blow, and before he could recover from his vertigo, instinct drove him to choose to hug Gao Yuan again, and he also made a dirty little move, using his head to push Gao Yuan's face. Gao Yuan sat down and fell, suddenly broke free from Zhao Ziyu's arms, and angrily waved his right hand to swing his fist!

"Bang!"

Hit the face door!

Zhao Ziyu's head tilted violently, his expression was sluggish, and then he mixed garlic on the soles of his feet, and retreated to the corner of his fist slowly...... Gao Yuan's spirit was shocked, and he walked forward quickly, and a multi-angle heavy fist slammed out like a sledgehammer......

Zhao Ziyu turned into a turtle, desperately holding his head to defend passively, and he ate seven or eight combination punches with tricky angles and penetrating power in a row, like a dead tree in late autumn...... The decisive moment has come, no matter how coach Huang Youyi yells, Zhao Ziyu will not be able to stage a miracle after all.

Gao Yuan was quite calm, he took a step back, opened the distance, and hit Zhao Ziyu's waist with a sharp right hook.

"Bang!"

Gao Yuan's punch was sent out with all his might, which can be called a thunderbolt, and anyone who comes has to lie down! Zhao Ziyu snorted and curled up on the ground, his facial features were twisted and deformed in pain! The battle was over, and the hour hand pointed exactly two minutes and thirty seconds to the first round......

With five wins in five fights and five first-round knockouts, Gao Yuan's career has had a wonderful start like a dream.

Zhao Ziyu lay down and rested for three minutes before recovering, his face was pale and his eyes were confused. Once a total winner is defeated, if he can't adjust, his career in this life will be ruined.

Huang Youyi held Zhao Ziyu in his arms, the corners of his eyes were red, and he couldn't help but comfort him softly like a father, and Zhao Ziyu seemed to be pulled out of his soul and was demented.

The scene was bleak for a while, and the competition was so cold and cruel.

The disciple won, but Coach Li Wangxiang didn't see a trace of joy, he said lightly: "Let's go." ”

Gao Yuan nodded, glanced at Zhao Ziyu one last time, and turned to leave.

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