When will a strong personal advantage become a person's greatest tragedy?

The most appropriate example is probably Jiang Qinhao at this moment - a world-class sanda fighting champion nicknamed King Kong Leg, attacking, defending, speed, strength, experience...... I don't know how many times stronger than Wen Shuo in all aspects.

His legs are as solid as rocks, and his attacks and defensive moves have even been integrated into his bones, blood, and instinct.

But it is precisely these advantages that make Jiang Qinhao when his arms are broken, and the whole person is fearful, angry, and unwilling in the incredible, and he is powerless to fight back, but his limbs are stubbornly resisting as if spontaneously with the instincts he has cultivated over the years, he is smashed and dizzy, his arms are swollen and sore, and he is numb, but he always maintains a defensive posture, his legs are standing loose, and his body is still swaying as if making dodge movements. The referee stood on the edge of the ring, watching carefully.

Well, this fat man will lose sooner or later.

This kind of crazy swinging Wang Ba Punch won't last long. I saw that he kept smashing Jiang Qinhao's arms and head......

You know, these two don't wear any protective gear.

As expected, the speed of the fat man's punches slowed down significantly, and the power of his attacks was obviously weakened a lot.

But......

Jiang Qinhao still didn't take the opportunity to seize the flaw to fight back, he still maintained the posture of bowing his head and shrinking his neck, bending his arms and clenching his fists to protect his head, and gently shaking his body.

It seems that there will be a counterattack at any time, but there is no counterattack.

It's a long story, but it's only a few tens of seconds.

But Jiang Qinhao's heart was almost collapsed.

This fat man has no discipline at all, almost nonsense, why does Wang Baquan have such a big, incredibly large attack force?

Punch after punch fell, like solid iron rods, and kept smashing on his arm.

He felt that his arms, which were numb and in uncontrollable pain, must have been fractured.

Why?

He still doesn't stop?

Why?

He's already in absolute control, but he doesn't attack in any other way, just stupidly smashes with his fists?

What the is this......

Humiliate me?!

Jiang Qinhao didn't know that although the fat man had indeed consumed a lot of physical strength at the moment, he was already addicted.

Some of the previous resentment, the violence and madness that had been born out of fear, were vented to the fullest.

When the fat man suddenly took the initiative to attack, the qi in his body flowed, and all of them were condensed on his fists, completely giving up the defense of protecting himself with true qi, and using all the qi to attack. Those fists can be said to be a real iron fist!

The point is, neither of them has protective gear like boxing gloves yet.

That's a punch!

The problem is that the fat man doesn't hurt, the outside of the skin of his fists is covered by the fine release of true qi, and the inside is more abundant and densely protected by layers of true qi, as long as it is not a sharp weapon attack such as swords, guns, swords, halberds, etc., his fists can now directly smash stones, which is even more powerful than the legendary iron sand palm.

No matter how powerful Jiang Qinhao was, he had never been subjected to such a terrifying and terrible attack.

No matter how powerful the Sanda and Fighting Champions are, they can't stand others waving iron rods to their heads and arms to greet them!

What is particularly terrifying, but not known to everyone, is that this kind of blow is not just a heavy blow in the ordinary sense, in the fierce attack, the true qi on the surface of Wen Shuo's fist will seep into Jiang Qinhao's skin during the impact, thus causing a certain degree of paralysis, and a deeper attack, causing damage to the skin, meridians, and blood vessels.

The referee finally sensed that something was not right, and he stepped forward while shouting, "Stop!"

Before the words fell, the referee had already stretched out his arm to stop it, although the speed and strength were weakened, he still hit with great interest, well, it should be said that it was the fat man who beat Jiang Qinhao.

said that it was too late, and after the fat man was stopped, he immediately raised his leg and kicked Jiang Qinhao's chest.

Bang!

Jiang Qinhao's whole body flew upside down, hit the barricade, and bounced back and fell to the ground, trying to get up, but his arms and hands did not obey the call.

The referee pushed the fat man away and hurriedly squatted down to count: "One, two, three......"

The fat man also seemed to be a little incredible, as if in a dream, he actually knocked down Jiang Qinhao, he stood in the ring in a daze, watching the referee count Jiang Qinhao lying on the ground, when the referee quickly got up, waved his arms to signal that Jiang Qinhao had completely lost, at the end of the game, the fat man finally came back to his senses, raised his hands and turned to signal to the audience.

His expression was calm, serious, and solemn.

seems to be telling everyone with his expression that everything he said before the fight was so true.

He's not bragging.

And reality, it is!

Sanda fighting king, world champion Jiang Qinhao, in the second half of the single-round match, barely had any power to fight back, and was beaten by his opponent with an almost joking "Wang Ba Punch", and was immediately kicked to the ground.

Can't move!

Fu Hongshen, Wang Jinhai, and many members of the Beijing Fighting Association quickly stepped into the ring to check Jiang Qinhao's condition while doing temporary emergency treatment.

"Quickly call the emergency number!" Fu Hongshen, who was squatting beside Jiang Qinhao, howled anxiously.

Chi Rong and others also rushed into the ring.

"Boss, are you alright......" Chi Rong looked up and down, carefully checking Wen Shuo's physical condition, especially his hands. If you don't have a full set of protection, you will have broken your knuckles, bruise injuries on the back of your hands, and so on.

However, a very normal question made the person next to him smile uncontrollably.

Okay!

When you come up, ask your roommate boss first, "Are you okay?" ”

Isn't this nonsense, under the ring, everyone can see it clearly, it has always been your boss who almost pressed Jiang Qinhao to fight, and finally kicked Jiang Qinhao over, it seems that everyone has passed out.

You ask if your boss is okay......

"Well, it's fine. Wen Shuo looked at his hand, suddenly thought of something, immediately showed a look of concern, and strode towards Jiang Qinhao, who was surrounded by the crowd.

"Let one, let one, I have studied Chinese medicine. Wen Shuo squeezed in.

At this time, Jiang Qinhao had already been put on the ground with his body turned around, although his bent arms were lowered, they were still uneven, and his hands were still in a state of clenched fists.

Wen Shuo waved his hand and shouted, "Spread out and spread out, so that the air circulation is more convenient." ”

The crowd that surrounded them quickly dispersed in all directions.

Wen Shuo squatted next to Fu Hongshen, who looked anxious and nervous, reached over with his right hand to catch Jiang Qinhao's wrist vein, tested Jiang Qinhao's snort with his left hand, and then opened Jiang Qinhao's eyelids and looked at it, and then said, "Don't worry, it's not a big problem." ”

After that, he pushed Fu Hongshen away, bent his legs and squatted at the position of Jiang Qinhao's head, pressed the index fingers of both hands on the temples on both sides of Jiang Qinhao's head, and the two thumbs pressed lightly on Jiang Qinhao's Baihui acupoint, gently kneading, in the eyes of others, it was definitely a very professional technique.

It's just that no one knows that Wen Shuo has already crossed a wisp of his own qi machine and forced out most of the true qi immersed in Jiang Qinhao's scalp.

The results are immediate.

Jiang Qinhao let out a long breath, then slowly opened his eyes, and looked around with a somewhat confused expression.

When he rolled his eyelids and saw Wen Shuo's chubby, white, and smiling face like a spring breeze, Jiang Qinhao's eyes widened suddenly, and his arms turned over hard to get up, but his arms couldn't use his strength, his waist and head straightened up, and he immediately collapsed weakly, with a look of horror and anger.

"Don't get excited, don't get excited, stay calm...... The game is over. Wen Shuo gently comforted: "A professional doctor will arrive in a while, and will do a comprehensive examination for you, I also examined you just now, and rescued you, now that you have woken up, the problem should not be big, don't be afraid, ah!"

Jiang Qinhao was stunned, and the whole person was a little confused.

What the is going on?

Is the game over?

Wen Shuo rescued me and woke me up?

Next to him, Fu Hongshen also hurriedly leaned over and comforted him with a forced smile: "Yes, yes, Qinhao, don't get excited, calm down, ah, it'll be fine." ”

Wang Jinhai stood next to him and said in a consoling tone: "It's just a friendly exchange game, it doesn't matter if you lose, victory or defeat is a common thing, besides, you were knocked down and fell into a coma, everyone was helpless, or Chairman Wen was the first to step forward, take correct and effective means, and implement the rescue, well, this truly reflects the spirit of our friendship first, competition second." At the same time, on behalf of the Beijing University Fighting Association, I would like to thank Mr. Jiang Qinhao and Chairman Wen for presenting us with a wonderful fighting match!"

"Kyobu also expressed my heartfelt gratitude, and I am also deeply aware of the gap between us and the professional masters. ”

"Thank you very much!"

......

Jiang Qinhao quickly closed his eyes.

He felt that the corners of his eyes and nose were a little sour, and his heart was even more painful - damn, this, such words are even more painful than being beaten in the ring.

And shame on you!

That sentence, word by word, was a slap in his face.

Moreover, it was a slap in the face!

Bang Bang!

He couldn't fight back, so he could only suffer it so raw, it seemed, everyone was still waiting for granted, and after he was slapped into a pig's face for a while, he had to smile and sincerely thank Wen Shuo!

What the is this......

I don't want to take you to bully people like this!

As soon as he closed his eyes, Wen Shuo let out a "huh", and then with a worried and nervous look on his face, he lowered his head slightly to observe Jiang Qinhao's face, and asked, "Jiang Qinhao, King Kong legs...... Sanda King: You, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Qinhao clenched his teeth!

Damn it!

King Kong legs, Sanda King?!

Wen Shuo of this dog day, why is it so gloomy?!

"You have to say what you feel uncomfortable, you can't say it because you want to save face because you die, that is not responsible for your body, I don't know your situation, and I can't help you. Wen Shuo looked at him with sincerity on his face, and said, "Don't close your eyes, I know you haven't fainted, oh ......" Wen Shuo showed a look of sudden realization, and then smiled and comforted: "King Kong legs, Sanda King, in fact, you don't have to feel so embarrassed, this kind of thing is a game, there are wins and losses, you can't really be invincible in the world until you are old, you have always been the third in the world, right?" Victory and defeat are common things in soldiers, and failure is the mother of success, so don't be discouraged, don't be sad, friendship first, competition second, you and I don't know each other, you can often learn and communicate in the future. ”