"Ready!" Peng Bo shook his shoulders and said, "Although I know you won't listen, I still hope you can accept my apology." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"If you're afraid of being beaten by me, you can also lick up the stuff you vomited." Zhang Yang raised his chin and said to Peng Bo with his nostrils.

"Then let's fight! Don't think I'm scared of you if you're from Sanda! Peng Bo said.

"Humph!" Zhang Yang didn't say a word, didn't put on any driving, raised his leg and kicked at Peng Bo's waist.

Peng Bo saw this kick coming, but he didn't have the panic in his heart when he fought with people before. Now, he can see the momentum of this kick clearly, and he can also know the possible actions of the opponent after this kick by virtue of the posture of Zhang Yang kicking this kick. This is a lot of progress compared to his previous ones, and of course, these improvements are also made by Peng Bo in exchange for pain.

So, Peng Bo easily took half a step back and dodged this kick.

Zhang Yang was not surprised, this script was tentative. Before he could retract his kick, he kicked hard with his hind foot, and the whole person jumped into the air.

Theoretically speaking, the whole person has no force point when he rises into the air, and he is equivalent to a live target in the air. But Zhang Yang didn't have that problem, he chose another way. I saw that his upper body twisted, his waist rotated hard, and the leg that jumped up was quickly retracted, and then he threw it out like a whip.

Syllable!

This kick came suddenly, and Peng Bo had no way to avoid it, so he could only raise it with both hands. And Zhang Yang's leg strength is also extremely terrifying, although it is not like Chu Yuanzheng's two legs have artificial help joints, but it has also reached the maximum extent that humans can do.

Peng Bo directly took three or four steps back before he eased up, but Zhang Yang did not give Peng Bo a chance to defend again, and stepped out in small steps in succession, and came to Peng Bo again, and quickly hit a set of combination punches with both hands.

Peng Bo also has a lot of training in beating, and in the face of Zhang Yang's attack, although he was in an awkward posture, holding his head and shaking his body, he also blocked most of the deadly punches, and only some of the more durable parts were hit.

"How? Do you still want to do it? Aren't you very good at throwing up? Now know the consequences! Zhang Yang said while fighting back.

Peng Bo retreated and defended, and Zhang Yang kept hitting with both hands and feet, and the two of them went around in circles in the corner of the parking lot.

The members of the Sanda Club on the side were laughing, watching their seniors teach their juniors, and from time to time Peng Bo, who was about to run out of the corner, retreated to Zhang Yang's side.

Not far away, in a car that had turned off, a figure quietly watched all this happen. He shook his head and muttered: "I see, with only such a little ability, he is quite a bodyguard, and now the young people of Huaguo are already so bad?" ”

It's not that Peng Bo doesn't want to resist, who wants to be beaten like this and run away? However, he couldn't find a chance to fight back, because Zhang Yang's attacks were fast and dense, and there was no gap in the continuous attacks.

However, such a continuous and rapid attack can't last long after all, not to mention the consumption of physical fitness, that is, the pace that has to be adjusted for the next blow after each attack, and there is also a slight deviation after dozens of moves in a row.

Just when Zhang Yang stopped and was about to adjust his pace, Peng Bo suddenly counterattacked. He took advantage of this gap and advanced instead of retreating, and took half a step closer to Zhang Yang.

Originally, the distance between the two was about one step or so, and Peng Bo's proximity was unexpected by Zhang Yang, which also made Zhang Yang stunned for a moment.

Zhang Yang subconsciously wanted to grab Peng Bo with both hands, and then come to a grappling technique in sanda, but Peng Bo suddenly shrank and disappeared from Zhang Yang's field of vision.

Peng Bo was short and crouched on the ground.

"Brother Zhang, he squatted down!" A Sanda Club member shouted from the side.

Zhang Yang reacted and looked down.

Peng Bo grabbed Zhang Yang's ankle with both hands at this time, and then jerked it up.

Zhang Yang felt that the roots under his feet were sucked away, and as soon as his body fell back, he fell backwards. But fortunately, he reacted quickly enough, and he lifted his head when he hit the ground with his back, so the back of his head did not hit the ground. If you were an ordinary person, the back of your head hit the ground this time, and it is estimated that you will have to lie on the ground for more than ten seconds to slow down.

And Zhang Yang is also a person who has been trained in sanda, so when he was dragged down, he supported the ground with both palms backwards, and a carp turned over after he hit it.

However, when Zhang Yang turned over, he saw an elbow waiting for him there. It was the action of Zhang Yang who turned over and got up that his nose hit Peng Bo's elbow.

This time the hit was also solid, and the red nosebleed immediately flowed out, and Zhang Yang didn't stand up, and fell backwards again.

Peng Bo knelt on Zhang Yang's stomach, and his knee pressed against the opponent's lower abdomen.

Zhang Yang had also drunk a lot of beer at KTV at night, and had a skewer meal with the people of Sanda Club before, but he hadn't fully digested it, and Peng Bo didn't know if it was intentional, so he put it on Zhang Yang's stomach.

Hmm~! Zhang Yang didn't hold back for a while, and actually vomited. A large mouthful of sour water mixed with the filth in the stomach, and after squirting out, he actually made himself face.

"How? It doesn't taste good to vomit, right? Peng **** said behind him.

"Ahem!" Zhang Yang rolled over, lay on the ground, and coughed as he pulled the vomit out of the collar of his clothes.

"I'm going to spit on your shoes, what can you do? You vomited yourself on your face, why don't you eat it back? Peng Bo wiped the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth and said arrogantly.

The people around the Sanda Club all looked at it in amazement. They didn't expect that Zhang Yang, the signature character of the Sanda Club, who was known as one of the three most powerful people in the school, was beaten like this by a freshman boy.

Is this still the flamboyance of being like a ghost during training and like a demon king during competition? Is it still the third place in the national competition?

"Boy, what the hell are you coming from?" Zhang Yang asked.

"Me? I don't have any background! Peng Bo said as he stepped back.

Zhang Yang knew that Peng Bo just now was not something that could be done casually. Especially the move of bending down and lifting his ankles, it was the legendary Lu Zhishen uprooting the weeping willows. It is said that if you are a master, you can completely abolish a person by lifting your opponent up and smashing your knee on the backbone. He also heard the coach say it when he was learning sanda, but he didn't expect that someone would really use this trick when fighting.