Chapter Ninety-Eight: Top 3

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"I don't want to do that either, really!" His face was full of grievances.

Everyone present was speechless.

'It's obviously cheap, and it's good! There is no bottom line! ’

Chen Yu greeted the audience who were training and scolding his mother, and slowly walked to his own seat.

'Hehe, scold, scold a few more words, you scold me and pay attention to me! ’

With such an idea of no discipline, he sat down indifferently and quietly watched the upcoming match in the ring.

The first was bangs against a white Russian.

The name of this white man is too long, and after the host reported it, Chen Yu didn't remember a sentence.

In the end, I remembered his name.

What what an old driver!

Chen Yu looked at the other party's well-developed hair and strong body.

'Tsk, what an old driver!' ’

As the champion of the previous year, Liu Hai was extremely calm when fighting, and did not hesitate because the opponent was an old driver.

So soon after the opening, he unceremoniously kicked the old driver's balls with a low kick.

If someone else kicked this kick, the audience would definitely boo, but this person was bangs, and the opponent he kicked was still an old hairyman.

Instead of boosing, there were people cheering.

Xenophobia is something that has happened in any country.

Chen Yu began to despise them.

"There is no quality, and there is no international quality! Also applauded! Why don't you go up and get kicked? When he said this, he applauded even more cheerfully.

A man next to him asked him, "Why are you applauding?" ā€

"I just like to see people foul, can't I applaud?"

……

After the veteran driver rested for a while and basically recovered, the race started again.

This time, Liu Hai adopted a strategy of slamming and attacking, and after he came on the field, he didn't stop for a second, and launched a fierce attack directly on the old driver.

The old driver's face was bloody, his bangs still didn't stop, and his fists turned into Hot Wheels, punching harder than punches.

It can be seen how much he hates the old driver.

The audience was boiling, and people stood up and cheered.

Bangs frequently use their own specialty 'Liu-style splitting'.

The so-called splitting is to split the leg down, using the leg power of the split, using the heel or soles of the foot as the striking surface, splitting the opponent's face or the top of the head.

The suddenness and confusion of this move are very strong.,Normally, you can hit the opponent.,But the damage it causes...... Passable.

In fact, this kind of similar trick is more of a blow to the other party's self-confidence.

Once the opponent loses confidence in himself in the ring, then the rest of the match is basically a one-sided situation.

The old driver is no exception, he is frequently hit by 'splitting', and he always eats the opponent's old fist, and he will be knocked by the opponent if he is not careful.

How can you still be in the mood to compete.

Finally, in the second round, he couldn't hold on any longer and fell under the iron fist of the former champion.

……

The second game was Feilong, against a young player named Zhang Letian who was killed from the audition.

Zhang Letian is probably less than twenty years old, and he looks younger than Chen Yu, full of fresh meat.

His height is much taller than the Wyvern, about 1.85 meters, he has a moderate build, and he always has a smile on his sunny face.

If you hadn't watched him fight, you would never have thought he was a sanda player when you met him on the street with a sunny face.

At the beginning of the game, the flying dragon came up with his own trick, a low kick.

This time, however, he was visibly stubble, and when he was whipping low, he always moved forward and threw straight punches.

Obviously, the other party figured out his routine, and carried out special training for his low whip.

Feilong had to pretend to fight with the opponent first, and then whip coldly.

Even so, the opponent launched a counterattack when he lowered the whip.

The flying dragon is losing ground and gradually messing up the rules.

As soon as Zhang Letian saw an opportunity, he began to counterattack.

By the third round, the physical strength of the two had been extremely depleted.

That's when the Wyvern's low whip leg worked wonders again.

Because of physical strength, the opponent had no way to quickly counterattack and fell into passivity.

The wyvern seemed to have eaten marijuana, and the combination punch and low whip kept kicking the opponent's knee.

Finally, Zhang Letian couldn't resist it, and fell to the ground holding his knees.

When Chen Yu saw this scene, he muttered, "Feilong has taken aphrodisiac? Suddenly so powerful. ā€

After the Wyvern's victory, he raised his fist and gestured to the audience.

'Fortunately, I didn't disgrace the national team, if I lose the game and go back, I can't let the coach strangle me? ’

At this time, the top three have been produced: the former champion Liu Hai, the national team flying dragon, and the 'bye' Chen Yu!

The latter is definitely an embarrassing existence, and even when the host introduced it, it was a generation.

"Let's welcome today's winner, the mighty fighter, with a round of applause: bangs ~ wyvern!" The host seemed to remember something: "And Chen Yu." ā€

Chen Yu was not happy: Can you introduce me by putting the microphone under your mouth? You zoom in on the base of your legs, and who can hear?

The host also has unspeakable hardships!

You're forced into the game, and that's not to mention, go through the back door, everyone can understand.

First bye, well! Everyone has good luck, it's nothing.

It's the second time, you still have a bye, is it really that we opened the back door to your house? What do you make those eye-catching viewers think?

Originally, the masses were not happy to see you, but now let me solemnly introduce you?

I'm not asking for euthanasia!

……

Chen Yu sullenly and Feilong took the car back to the national team training base.

Flying Dragon kept talking about how difficult and difficult it was to win the game along the way, and also won the recognition of the audience.

The angry Chen Yu constantly asked for on-site training with Feilong along the way.

Feilong naturally wouldn't agree, he knew that his technique was much worse than the other party, so he immediately shut up and stopped talking about the game just now.

……

The special training began, and as an indispensable person among the special training personnel, he must participate.

So when others were training, he watched, and when others were resting, he sat in the corner and ate watermelon.

I don't know where to get a chair, but the old god is lying there, drinking tea and reading the newspaper.

Those who trained with him also dared to be angry.

Everyone knows that his skills are definitely the best in the entire national team, and he has signed a 'military order' to win four of the Olympic championships.

There are also rumors that even the director of the National Sports Bureau has no way to take him, and the coach can only stare dryly.

There is no way for the leaders to do it, what can they do as athletes? I just have to stare at it.

In this way, every day when the time comes, I drink tea and read the newspaper, and when I am in a good mood, I also knock a pound of melon seeds.

Several times the coach talked to him, but to no avail.

There is nothing anyone can do.

"Chen Yu, it's okay if you don't train, can you find a place to eat melon seeds?"

Chen Yu's eyelids rolled and said weakly: "I finally found a place to relieve my boredom, do you want to drive me away?" No way! ā€

"I didn't want to drive you away...... I just want to drive you away, you don't train, and others can't concentrate on training, so you can't drive you away! ā€

Chen Yu took a sip of tea and said comfortably: "I'll just watch, they practice theirs, they don't interfere with each other, and they can also let me have more experience." ā€

The coach cried: "What experience can you grow, this is double diving, what experience can you grow?" ā€

……

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it is the day of the 'International Sanda King' triumph showdown.

There were more spectators than ever before, and they came to the stadium early to wait for the exciting battle to begin.