"Huh~ha!" The young man set up his posture, his face was fierce, and he shouted, which made the timid people on the other side a little frightened. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

And the taekwondo opponent looked half-dead, with heavy dark circles under his eyes, his eyes were pulling, and he was very unenergetic. casually posed, and almost tripped himself, and finally staggered to his feet, but it was also soft and weak, and it made people feel like he could fall down at any time.

Looking at this sick seedling, almost no one is optimistic about him, they all think that he may die with a punch, it looks too weak, I really don't understand why Taekwondo accepts such a member, and why he is sent to play, so he is not afraid of being accidentally killed?

Although he was confused, the game would still be played, and if they were allowed to make substitutions, he would definitely be laughed at and afraid. Whatever, if they are willing to die, they are willing to bury themselves, Hou Xiaohou waved his hand and said in a deep voice, "The game begins." ”

With the password, the members of the martial arts club, who had been holding back their strength for a long time, immediately shouted and rushed over. The fists were clenched, the tiger was vigorous, and the whole person was like a tiger descending the mountain.

Tiger Boxing seems to have been practiced by this young man to the point of being a god.

"Bang!" With a punch, the emaciated young man fell to the ground.

This... And that's the end of it?

Expected, unreasonable. Even though I had already guessed the ending, I still couldn't adapt to this sudden KO, which had just begun, but it had already ended.

"Hehe, we won, I really don't know how they sent such a sick seedling." A student of the martial arts club said excitedly.

However, Hou Xiaohou, as the referee, did not announce the result of the game, but looked at the field with a gloomy face. This made the others a little puzzled, and they didn't understand why they didn't announce such an obvious result sooner, but they didn't say it, and they didn't ask. The people of the martial arts club are because they are their own family, and the other clubs are hostile because they are hostile, and the other party is not happy to announce it, and they are willing to wait.

"Why are we going to lose?" A student of the Taekwondo Club looked disbelieving and felt that his face was gloomy.

However, an old member sneered and didn't care about "Hey! You know something, take a good look, this sick seedling is amazing. ”

In the field, the young people of the martial arts club who were the winners did not have the excitement of winning. Although it was true that he had hit his opponent just now, he felt a feeling that his strength was not exhausted, as if he had punched cotton cotton.

After about four or five seconds, the emaciated young man who had fallen to the ground struggled to stand up a little bit. He was still a little shaky when he got up, as if he was about to fall again, and he still looked like he was half dead. Other than that, I didn't see any scars or bruises. The punch of the young man of the martial arts club before was not small, and it was hitting the face, and ordinary people were beaten, not to mention losing a few teeth, there must be marks on the face. But the emaciated young man still looked like that, just like at the beginning, that is, the clothes on his body were stained with some dust.

"Something really wasn't right." Those who observed carefully immediately noticed the anomaly.

And there are still most people who don't know why, they don't see any flowers, they just think that this emaciated young man is too self-conscious, even if he stands up, isn't he beaten? Rather than being answered by the other party, it is better to admit defeat directly, and suffer less flesh and skin, no one is optimistic about him, even if he loses, there is no shame.

The emaciated young man didn't speak, he stood up softly, staggered in a posture, and looked at his opponent with a pair of dead fish eyes, feeling that he was already out of the world.

The young man of the martial arts club frowned, but he who had practiced tiger boxing was going to be indomitable and couldn't retreat. No matter what's wrong with you, just punch you down, knock you down, what tricks can you play?

"Hah!" With a loud shout, his hands were staggered, and he punched it again, and this time the taekwondo youth was able to dodge a little, and was swept past by the tip of his nose with a fist.

But the kung fu routine is one move after another, endlessly, one punch missed, although a little surprised, but still followed the next move, the body took a half step forward, an elbow blow, and smashed on the head of the emaciated young man.

"Bang!"

Not surprisingly, in the face of a powerful blow, the emaciated young man fell to the ground heavily, and while his body fell to the ground, he rebounded because of the excessive strength.

"It's over!" This is the voice of the vast majority of people.

This elbow blow is not too powerful, I am afraid that a brick will be broken, let alone the head of a very fragile person. After being hit by such a hard blow, the concussion was mild.

However, after about five or six breaths, the emaciated young man still struggled to get up. The swaying body, the soft and collapsed steps, the vain and weak movements, and the scattered and unfocused eyes are the same as before. There are no scars on the head and face, but the distribution is a little messy.

The young man of the martial arts club frowned, but he did not hesitate, like a tiger descending the mountain, and when he stepped forward, it was a series of attacks of knee strikes, elbow strikes, and side kicks.

Not surprisingly, the emaciated young man fell to the ground again, but in the surprised eyes of everyone, he stood up after a few breaths, and there was still no scar on his body. Except for the wrinkles and dust on the clothes, the hairstyle was a little messy, everything looked like it was as usual, as if I had accidentally fallen.

His expression did not change in the slightest, neither an angry roar, nor a sharp edge, nor a muffled or wailing in pain. Everything is always the same, a dead face, very unenergetic, half-dead.

At this moment, no one cared anymore, and they were hit by continuous heavy blows, but they all stood up as if they were fine. Even people with big nerves can sense that something is wrong, and the eyes that look at him one by one are a little dignified.

Looking at the opponent who was standing in front of him again, the young man of the martial arts club snorted coldly in his heart, "Hmph!" Pretend to be a ghost, no matter what is wrong with you, since you are resistant to fighting, you can't take care of yourself directly! ”

Ruthless in his heart, the young man stepped forward and punched him, and the other party narrowly avoided it. Another left hook, the opponent lowered his head and dodged again, uppercut! Evaded again.

Every time, the fist is fierce, and the opponent should have been hit, but he narrowly avoided it, just right, just a little bit.

Straight punch hook box, swing punch straight fist hook, all kinds of combinations, all kinds of tricks, almost all over the variation. However, no matter how it changed, how fierce the fist was, how powerful it was, and how fast it was, in the end, it was just a wisp of the young man's hair blown by the fist wind.

(To be continued.) )