SH City, in a training ground. In the closed conference room, Zeng Jian was talking about the captain's battle that day, the final duel between him and Zhao Tian. As he spoke, he snatched Zhao Tian's dagger and put it on Zhao Tian's neck.

"So, in the end, did you win Zhao Tian?" Zhou Xiurong on the side suddenly interrupted Zeng Jian's words.

"Well, this one! The moonlight is so beautiful today. Zeng Jian began to think a little about the other.

At this time, Zhao Tian stood up, looked at Zhou Xiurong, and said with a straight face, "Although I don't want to admit it, I won in the end." ”

"How is that possible! Didn't Brother Zeng Jian already put the dagger on your neck? Li Xiaoran asked with a little surprise on the side.

Zeng Jian responded to Li Xiaoran with a wry smile, "I did lose." Although I don't know why, all of Brother Zhao's movements at that time belonged to slow-motion replay in my eyes, but that magical state only lasted less than 5 seconds, so ......"

"So, as soon as he put the dagger around my neck, the thing collapsed to the ground and left me to slaughter." Zhao Tian followed Zeng Jian's words.

"In other words, Brother Zeng Jian's state is a bit like a barbarian king? 5 seconds to look like a real man. Li Xiaoran on the side squeaked and snickered and said jokingly.

Zeng Jian awkwardly ruffled his hair with his hand on the side, laughing, completely ignoring Li Xiaoran's pun.

"In that case, Zhao Tian, let's do it again. No guns this time! Zhou Xiurong looked into Zhao Tian's eyes and said with a fierce fighting intent.

Zhou Xiurong felt that in the previous competition, he didn't play his due strength at all, and was completely knocked out. He couldn't tolerate that he, as the uncrowned king of the newcomer, would lose at the hands of a hypocrite. So Zhou Xiurong once again challenged Zhao Tian.

As for Zeng Jian, well, in Zhou Xiurong's opinion, he is just a guy who has gone through a bit of/luck, and it is difficult to say whether he can survive the next mission world.

The only one among the newcomers who can be dangerous to me is Zhao Tian, who is counted as Bai Jie. Zhou Xiurong thought to himself in his heart.

"Didn't you lose everything, and you still pulled Brother Zhao!" Zeng Jian muttered quietly on the side.

"Okay, Zeng Jian, don't say it, if he insists, then I don't care." Zhao Tian stopped Zeng Jian's broken thoughts and said to Zhou Xiurong. He knew that if he didn't come to Zhou Xiurong with a real sword, Zhou Xiurong would not be blessed, and he would not give up. Rather than making him an uncontrollable presence in the team in the future, it is better to solve this hidden danger now.

The group moved to the training ground. Li Xiaoran, who is not afraid of big things, even took the time to go back to the lounge to get some snacks and snacks. After all, this kind of duel is so exciting that even an underground boxing match is unacceptable.

"Game on!" Under the fighting stage, as Zeng Jian, who was the notary of the competition, began, the voice just came out, and the two figures seemed to be synchronized with the voice, and they collided fiercely!

Zhou Xiurong, who was originally ready to go, was like turning into a fierce beast that suddenly erupted at this moment.

ran two steps in a row, and instantly pounced in front of Zhao Tian, with both hands and arms outward, protecting the door. In front of his chest, he made a movement as if he wanted to hug the ground, and at the same time, the knee of his right leg was violently lifted and kicked hard at Zhao Tian's crotch and lower abdomen.

After a few days of special training, Zhou Xiurong seems to have a keen judgment and observation beyond ordinary people in martial arts. As for firearms, well, this guy's talent in shooting doesn't seem to be much higher than Li Xiaoran's.

This low knee hit hard, the knee was like an iron shield, and it struck with the wind, whining on all sides, Zhao Tian's clothes instantly began to flutter, and the brush sounded, as if it was the strong wind brought by Zhou Xiurong's elbow to blow him out.

Everyone in the audience couldn't help but exclaim in unison, they couldn't imagine that Zhou Xiurong's blow was so powerful!

Zhou Xiurong even confidently believed that even if a piece of steel was in front of him, it would be instantly distorted and deformed under his strong blow, turning into a piece of rotten iron.

And Zhao Tian faced Zhou Xiurong's fierce blow, but his face remained unchanged at all, his body bowed slightly as if he was strolling in a leisurely garden, his arm fell, and he smashed it hard, and slammed it Zhou Xiurong's iron knee.

"Bump~"! The muscles and bones fought, and there was a sound of heavy objects falling into the water, and where the knees and fists intersected, sweat splashed in an instant.

Under the inertia of the huge force, the two quickly separated.

"You're good! It can block my attacks. Zhou Xiurong said to Zhao Tian in disbelief.

Glancing at Zhou Xiurong, Zhao Tian gently shook his right hand and said, "I taught you all your fighting skills, how could I not stop it." “

Sure enough, his physical fitness is no longer good, just one blow, his right hand is completely numb. It seems that it is absolutely impossible to fight hard for physical fitness. It can only be seen by the experience of martial arts. Zhao Tian thought in his heart, but he looked at Zhou Xiurong calmly.

"Really!" Zhou Xiurong smiled at Zhao Tian and quickly pounced on Zhao Tian again.

Zhou Xiurong dodged behind Zhao Tian, turned into a claw with one hand, and grabbed Zhao Tian's throat.

Zhao Tian straightened his right leg and kicked at Zhou Xiurong's crotch, Zhou Xiurong grabbed with an eagle, touched it with his backhand, and grabbed the ligaments and tendons behind the opponent's knee joint.

Zhao Tian only felt that the cool air of the knee joint was protruding, and the muscles and muscles jumped violently, knowing that he was grabbed and picked by Zhou Xiurong's claws, even if he was 20 years younger, the muscles in his legs would be crushed, and his heart moved, the muscles and tendons in his legs were pulled, and the entire calf below the knee shot out like a switchblade, clicked, kicked through the air, and exploded to Zhou Xiurong's chest.

His legs, supple, like rattan, were soft, and even the bones were soft, and hard, like steel.

Zhou Xiurong faced this knife-like leg, and the other hand stretched out quickly, blocking horizontally, and blocked Zhao Tian's killing move.

"Drink~" Zhao Tian drank heavily, exerted his left foot, and relied on the strong reaction force to stay away from Zhou Xiurong again.

Zeng Jian and Bai Jie's faces in the audience also began to become solemn, they clearly knew that the moment they just fought, it was obvious that Zhou Xiurong had already gained the upper hand.

"Very good! But I'm going to get serious. Zhou Xiurong said. Before he could finish speaking, the muscles in his arms began to slowly swell.

"That's gas!" Zeng Jian in the audience shouted in surprise.

"Uh-huh." Zhou Xiurong nodded noncommittally. The basic body technique that had been proficient since the beginning of the operation jumped towards Zhao Tian.

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