With a low cry in his mouth, ** Bo's left foot was facing forward, and after a slight feint of feint, his right foot went up coherently, and a horizontal kick swept heavily towards the opponent's waist from right to left. At the same time, I saw that the other party turned to the left very quickly. Wave instinctively raised his face back, and with a muffled "bang", he felt a sharp pain on his face like being whipped with his right foot and swept his opponent's waist solidly. With a command in Korean, a referee in a yellow referee's uniform separated the two players.

** Bo then reacted, the opponent in front of him, who was almost seventeen years old, seized the opportunity just right while attacking himself, and used a left-footed "backspin kick" to sweep towards his head. If he hadn't dodged in time, but was just scratched a little by the opponent's toes, maybe this would have become a fatal blow that would have decided the outcome of the battle.

The referee stood between the two players, facing the ** wave, and counted the seconds with gestures and Korean languages.

**Bo was very unhappy, but helpless, it turned out that according to the rules of taekwondo, out of the protection of athletes, if one of the players in the game was obviously kicked in the head. The referee must then count the seconds to the player who was hit to determine if the player is injured and whether there is a need to stop the game.

**Bo had no choice but to raise his clenched right fist at the referee and show a determined and abnormal look to show that he could continue to play. Turned his head to look at the opponent who was standing quietly on the opposite side, and thought to himself: I just kicked this kid in the waist to score points, I can only score one point, he kicked me in the head to score two points, and the referee gave me a few seconds, he will add another point, which is equivalent to getting me three points at once. This kid still has a dead expression, his face does not change and he is not proud, it seems that he is quite difficult. I remembered what my coach Li Zheng said to himself when he was usually training: excellent defensive and counterattacking players in the game are like snipers in the army, they will not shout "rush" and rush to kill you, on the contrary, they will only quietly look at the head of the guy who shouts slogans like "rush" in the scope, waiting for the most favorable opportunity, decisively detain the mixer, and shoot the deadly bullet. After the start of the game, this kid did not exude the compelling momentum of opening his teeth and claws, but he saved his limited physical strength like saving bullets, and accurately counterattacked when he saw the gap in his continuous attack, and he was ahead of himself in the score several times.

The game continued, and after several encounters, neither side scored again, and with the referee's command, the second game ended. Both players need to rest for one minute before moving on to the third round, which is the tiebreaker.

** Bo turned his head to look at the electronic scoreboard on the side of the playing field, the five to four that he was leading became six to seven, but he was one point behind, he was unwilling, glared at the opponent hatefully, and walked towards his coach on the sidelines.

On the sidelines of the game, a young man of thirty-two or thirteen years old has been watching every move of ** wave. He wears a white taekwondo uniform with four yellow horizontal bars embroidered on a black belt around his waist, indicating that his rank is 4th dan. His name is Li Zheng, and he is the taekwondo coach of ** Bo.

During the break of the game, the announcer's voice echoed in the indoor gymnasium that can accommodate about 5,000 people: "Ladies and gentlemen, what is being held here is the 5th Taekwondo Championship of S Province, and the 58kg final of the men's junior group is currently being held at Venue C. ”

When Li Zheng heard the announcer's announcement, he couldn't help but show a hint of mockery on his face, and he was angry. It turned out that he had been a taekwondo coach for a long time, and he knew the strength of taekwondo players in the province, and the player who competed with his students was actually named Wang Zhiwei, who was an athlete of the taekwondo professional team of the Sports Institute of the province, and he was an impostor to participate in the competition. Looking at the remaining athletes in the finals tonight, except for ** Bo, who is an amateur training background in his own folk gym, there is really no "miscellaneous army", all of them are professionally trained sports academy taekwondo "regular army". Originally, the junior competition of the provincial and municipal championships was held for the purpose of discovering new taekwondo players, and it was strictly forbidden for professional taekwondo athletes from the HKSI to participate, but when it came to the finals, almost all of them were banned characters, which is really a great irony.

Although Li Zheng is unhappy in his heart, he is helpless, what can he do, who calls other taekwondo gyms willing to spend money to hire professional athletes to impersonate the competition, this may be the so-called "rules of the game", right?

Looking at **Bo's stubborn eyes, Li Zheng smiled with satisfaction, handed him the towel in his hand, turned his head to look at the group of cheerleaders in the audience of the game, and smiled at **Bo: "Our team is really shabby, and the cheerleaders are all part-time with my coach." It turned out that Li Zheng only brought one student to participate in the competition this time, so the coach and team leader could only be honestly and unceremoniously all-inclusive.

Bo only felt sweaty all over, his taekwondo suit was already soaked, and every pore on his body seemed to be the same as his mouth, spewing hot air to the outside with his breath. At this time, when I heard the coach say this, I couldn't help but smile, then frowned, grinned, picked up the mineral water bottle on the side, rinsed my mouth, and spit the water in my mouth into the bucket next to me. Seeing that there were a few traces of red in the water, it turned out that the ** wave was swept to the mouth by Wang Zhiwei just now, although there was a protective taekwondo helmet cushion, and he also dodged in time, and did not kick a "headshot", but the root of the tooth still gave blood.

Li Zheng took the towel, fanned the ** wave, and asked with a smile: "How is it, the dentures are not kicked off." ”

**Bo rubbed his cheeks with his hands, shook his head to indicate that it was okay, and continued the topic Li Zheng just said: "Although it is the first time for me to participate in the competition, I can still see that in the semi-finals, these guys who have not been eliminated will not have a few fuel-efficient lamps, even I, who is known as the first ...... of this gym." Speaking of this, he hesitated for a moment, and then changed his words and smiled: "Even I, who is known as the second master in this hall, are heroic and colorful, if other brothers come to the competition, in case of bad luck, the first round of the lottery will meet a fierce point, I am afraid that it will be sent to the hospital two are not necessarily." ”

Li Zheng nodded, and expressed his satisfaction with the change of words that ** Bo reacted quickly just now. Originally, this kid actually dared to call himself "the first master of this gym", isn't this obviously looking for a draw? With a smile in his mouth, he pointed to the portable camera next to him, and said with a smile: "My senior brother Coach Lin said before we came to the competition that your kid, an amateur athlete, will compete for the first time, and it will be very good to be able to enter the top 4." If you really want to win the provincial championship, he will not only find a way to get you into the professional team of Taekwondo Province, but also invite us to have a big meal, we can choose any place, now it depends on whether you have the ability? ”

Bo heard that the coach's senior brother actually underestimated himself like this, and he couldn't help but feel unhappy. Although he had long known that the senior brother surnamed Lin of the coach was now the head coach of the provincial taekwondo team in S Province, and he was very famous in the taekwondo circle of the province, he still couldn't help but be unconvinced, thinking: Coach Lin and I have never met, how can I conclude that I will definitely not win the championship? You said I couldn't take it, so I just showed it to you. Thinking in his heart, he stretched out the thumb and index finger of his right hand, and used the nails of two fingers to clamp a beard that had just emerged under his chin, and pulled it out crisply, and "hummed" in his nose, with the slight tingling pain and the gas spewing out of his nose, the unevenness in his chest seemed to be vented happily, and he couldn't help but show a satisfied smile on his face, stood up, sorted out the taekwondo game armor on his body, and prepared to play. It turned out that the break was over at this time, and the referee walked to the center of the playing field and gestured to the players on both sides to be in place, ready to start the third round, the tiebreaker.

Bo turned his head to Li Zheng and smiled: "Coach, when I win the championship, let's ask your senior brother to invite the two of us to eat seafood and slaughter him well." ”

Li Zheng patted ** Bo's shoulder and said with a smile: "Do you know why I just brought you to the competition?" Because no matter what kind of opponent you have, you kid dare to face it, and you have a posture that is not afraid to go against the whole world. ”

**Bo walked towards the arena, and could only hear the cheerleading team of the opponent Wang Zhiwei, the roar of the mountain and the tsunami, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, who called others to represent the largest taekwondo gym competition in the province. Cheerleaders make up almost a quarter of the spectator seats, and what about themselves? Almost alone, listening to the occasional cries from the "enemy": knock down the red side, beat him flat, etc. Not only did Bo not feel the slightest depression, but felt that a flame in his body began to burn violently, and the fatigue and pain just now seemed to be far away from him. At this moment, he suddenly had a very strange feeling in his heart, and in a trance, he seemed to have become a lonely, riding an ancient general on a horse, waving the spear in his hand, about to leap on the horse and raise the spear, and charge towards the thousands of enemies.

The student who sees himself from the camera, walks into the middle of the field, and turns to make a V-shaped victory gesture with his finger. Li Zheng couldn't help but smile with satisfaction, he knew too well about himself, an extremely competitive and somewhat rebellious student, this is a born warrior, a man born to move forward, and he will never run away. Only the method of agitation can mobilize his full potential with the kind of fighting spirit that he was born with. In the decisive game of this high-pressure competition, in the face of such a tough opponent, and still in a position of falling behind in the score, the mobilization of fighting spirit is more important than the guidance of tactics. If you lose a lot of momentum, any tactics can only be empty talk.

The third game is about to officially begin, and the audience in the stadium is also quiet, and the atmosphere is solemn. It turned out that in the first few rounds of elimination, there were four teams of players competing at the same time in the four venues of ABCD. But at this time, the last few finals were played one by one, so thousands of people's eyes were focused on the two athletes, ** Bo and Wang Zhiwei.

As soon as the referee's gesture for the game fell, ** Bo jumped up, his body soared into the air, twisted his waist left and right, and made two sweeping movements with his feet in a row, sweeping towards Wang Zhiwei's waist on both sides.

Wang Zhiwei didn't expect that he would hit the moment the referee just gave the order, and there was no feint, but directly attacked, caught off guard and dodged backwards, dodged his right foot but failed to dodge his left foot, only heard a "bang", and kicked ** Bo heavily in his waist.

With the cheers from the audience, the score of the electronic scoreboard became, seven to seven, and the two sides were tied.

At the same time, Bo felt a sharp pain in his right ankle, and he limped and jumped twice, as if he was unsteady on his feet. The referee hurriedly made a gesture to suspend the game, and Li Zheng, who was on the side of the field, sank in his heart, hurriedly took the painkiller next to him, and ran forward.

**A few beads of sweat rolled down on Bo's sweaty head, his teeth clenched, and the coach sprayed a few aerosol-type painkillers on his ankle joint. A cool sensation came, and most of the pain disappeared immediately. was about to stand up, but when he saw his opponent Wang Zhiwei, there was a little joy on his calm face, and his heart moved.

Po stood up and signaled to the referee that he could continue playing.

After Li Zheng withdrew from the field, the match resumed with the referee's command.

While staring at his opponent, the thought flew in his head: This kid must be a little happy to see that I have an injury on my foot. When you have a plan in mind, you will no longer attack, just make some feints to bluff, and no longer take the initiative to attack.

Wang Zhiwei was wary of his opponent's every move, and thought: This kid's instep just rubbed the tip of my elbow, it must have hurt a lot, and the effect of that painkiller is only a few dozen seconds at most, and when you hurt again, I will clean you up.

The two sides actually entered a stalemate at this time, and neither attacked, and after another minute or so, some spectators in the audience of the game also felt bored, and two guys with little quality actually whistled and cheered. Even the referee became impatient and directly punished the two athletes for a negative game and warned each of them.

At this time, the ** wave began to feel pain in his feet, and he thought in his heart that it would not be good for me to delay the time, but if he attacked rashly, it was likely to give the other party the opportunity to score.

Wang Zhiwei saw that the time was ripe, and thought in his heart, now that the score is tied 7-7, and both sides have been warned once, I don't need to attack, as long as I force you out of the sideline of the game. You get another warning, even if the score doesn't change at the end of the game, I get a warning and don't deduct points, but you give two warnings and you have to deduct one point, then I win. After making up his mind, he moved forward inch by inch, approaching the ** wave.

Li Zheng, who was on the sidelines of the field, saw his students being forced to the sideline by the opponent step by step, and when he took a step back, he was fouled on the line, and he was anxious. I turned my head to look at the electronic scoreboard on the side of the field, and saw that the time of the third round had entered the last ten seconds countdown. If the ** wave continues to retreat at this time, it will undoubtedly be judged by the referee as a negative game, and will be warned to lose points, facing such an opponent who is good at defending and counterattacking and is fully vigilant, even if he attacks, he is likely to be taken advantage of by the opponent to counterattack and score. The situation is quite unfavorable, and I can't help but sink in my heart.

At this time, Wang Zhiwei couldn't help but feel joy in his heart, as long as ** Bo took a step back and got another warning, it was almost a foregone conclusion. Even if he attacked, or dodged left and right, it would be difficult to escape the fierce counterattack he had already prepared. In his eyes, the opponent at this time has become a turtle in an urn with nowhere to escape.

It's a pity that he forgot two things: first, the turtle in the urn is still a turtle. Second: The turtle bites and hurts.

The wave suddenly took a step forward, his body spun and soared into the air, and a "whirlwind kick" swept towards the opponent.