However, his opponent Mathichai is very strong and sophisticated, and this is a Muay Thai king who has been tempered by hundreds of brutal Muay Thai bouts, and it will be very difficult to knock him out in the first round.

Tang Long's stormy combination of punches and kicks attacked him, which he calmly defused, and Tang Long couldn't stop eating Matticha's low kick legs. Matthichai's iron-hard shin slashed at his thigh, making a snapping sound. He received a blow to his left leg, his footwork slowed down significantly, and the power of his punches waned.

Mathichai was keenly aware of this, and immediately strengthened his attack, using combination punches to attract Tang Long's defense, and his right leg frequently swept the same position on Tang Long's left thigh, he was almost unstable, Matichai coached at Mathichai in Thai in the corner, excitedly shouting tactics for him, which was particularly harsh in the quiet gymnasium.

"Raise your knees, raise your knees......" Coach Zhang shouted in the corner.

"Come on, Tang Long." He heard Bai Sumei's loud voice coming from the audience.

When he raises his knees, the shortcomings of weak defensive awareness are revealed, these weaknesses will not pose any threat when playing against ordinary opponents, but when playing against masters, these weaknesses will be infinitely magnified and bring great harm. His hands always fall down imperceptibly, revealing his head. In the final 36 seconds of the first round, Matisse raised his leg to feign a low kick before suddenly changing the line and slashing his right leg in an arc towards his head. He hurried to defend his head with Muay Thai, but it was too late, as Mattichai's powerful foot swept over his gloves and his shin hit his temple.

His head buzzed, like the alarm clock in it suddenly went off, and his body shook and he almost fell to the ground. His reflexes were sluggish, his vision blurred, and he saw Bai Sumei behind the ring with her face covered with two palms shaking, like a stumbling drunk. The audience was silent, there was silence, he understood that this game was completely over, he lost, he was no longer good, this round of the game, the Chinese players will be wiped out, he felt sad from it.

"Defend, defend, pay attention to defend." Coach Zhang understood that the overall situation had been decided, and his voice had lost its confidence and weakened a lot.

Matichai took the opportunity to attack, and Tang Long, under the prompting of Coach Zhang, quickly shrank his body and hugged his head with his fists. Matisse landed two hooks on his head, breaking his grip, then threw three punches in succession, one left and right hook to his chin, and one left hook that blackened his eyes and landed him in the ring.

When he woke up, he heard the water in the shower room rattling, someone slammed the door of the locker shut, walked past him with slippers, a fishy smell of disinfectant water poured into his nose, his head was a little dizzy, he slowly opened his eyes, and saw himself covered with a soft white towel, lying on the bench in the locker room, Bai Sumei, Wang Gang, and Sun Dalei were guarding him, and Coach Zhang was chatting with the staff of the event side.

After seeing him wake up, Coach Zhang and the staff of the event side came over.

"How's it going, young man? You okay? The staff of the event team asked.

"It's okay, I just feel like my head is a little heavy."

"Sit up, relax slowly, and soon it will be fine, Xiaomei's tears are not less!" Coach Zhang glanced at Bai Sumei and said with a smile.

Tang Long looked at Bai Sumei, her eyes were soaked with tears, wet and bright. Bai Sumei lifted the white towel covering him and helped him up. He stretched his legs and stood up, when he stepped out of his right leg and lifted his left leg, there was a strong pain in his left leg, he quickly stopped, only to find that his left thigh was kicked by Mathichai, it was red and swollen, the vasculature inside had cracked, and blood was depositing. Bai Sumei came to him with a bottle of Nongfu Spring and a generation of ice cubes, Tang Long took the mineral water and drank it, and Bai Sumei wrapped the ice pack around Tang Long's injured leg with a bandage. After wrapping up, Tang Long stood up. Bai Sumei hurriedly supported his right arm with both hands.

Tang Long patted her palm and motioned for her to let go of his arm, he didn't have anything to do, he could do it himself.

So Bai Sumei let go of his arm, he limped out of the lounge alone, moved to the outside of the gymnasium, and found that it was empty, the fighters and spectators had already left, only some porters were disassembling the ring, and several staff members of the event organizers gathered together, smoking and chatting about the game just now, still unfinished. A few cleaning aunts waved brooms and swept the garbage on the ground, and many large black plastic bags were piled up at the exit of the passage. Looking up, the stars twinkled in the dark blue night sky, just like the more than 30,000 pairs of expectant eyes around the ring when he first entered the ring.

After a while, a man walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder. He turned around and found that Coach Zhang had come to his side.

"Don't be sad, it's just a fight, every fighter will have a waterloo, calm down." Coach Zhang said.

"It's nothing to fail, I just thought, the audience must be disappointed."

"In this city, everyone is busy, and although they are disappointed for a while, they forget about it later."

"But I can't forget."

"No one is perfect, your opponent is great, but his career is coming to an end, and you're just getting started, so you're more exciting than him."

"You're just comforting me."

"No, that's what I've always thought, young man, just take this experience as a test of life! You'll get stronger and stronger. ”

"Yes, I learned a lot from this game, and if it wasn't for this defeat, I would never have been able to comprehend a lot of the game experience."

"It's okay, go back and watch the video and reflect on yourself, the head coach just called me and asked about your situation, and I told him that the game was lost, and there was nothing wrong with the people."

"That day, I heard Huang Dayi call him 'stone' in the club, and 'stone' is the nickname of the head coach?" Tang Long asked Coach Zhang.

"Yes, the head coach, Huang Dayi and Zhang Xiaotian are all students I took with me in Wuhan, and they have been learning sanda and Muay Thai from me since junior high school."

"Who is Zhang Xiaotian?"

"It's the chubby guy."

"A little man named Fatty?"

"Yes, but now everyone calls him neither his real name nor his nickname."

"What do you call him?"

"Call him by his name, fat brother."

"Fat guy?" Tang Long asked.

He remembered that when he was at the Trainguessing Bar, Dongfang Zhou angrily scolded the bar foreman for mentioning the name Fat Brother, and he remembered his paralyzed facial expression and gloomy eyes when he came to Pengqiang Fight Club.