"Game on!"

Brass bells ring.

Master Tiangong put on a Tai Chi posture.

He Liang showed a boxing stance.

He didn't hesitate at all, he had already thought about it, with his unknown identity, he could fight against one of the ten masters in the country, and he definitely had to give it a go.

Even if he loses, at least he has to play his boxing style.

It was also because of this idea that he prepared seriously, and even before going on stage, he practiced boxing against the turtles in the aquarium.

Sea turtles are different from most people's stereotypes.

The turtle is also a bird of prey, whether it is an instantaneous explosive power, or the acceleration after running, amphibious, the turtle has superior strength.

He Liang's big swing fist slammed into a slam, and after the fight, his two arms spread like the two wings of an airplane, and each punch was rounded, hitting Master Tiangong.

Once the fist is slammed like this, the position in front of him is wide open.

"He gave up defense for the sake of strength!" The narrator noticed the characteristics of the other party and immediately explained.

"Yes, He Liang is really young! He doesn't have a hard shell, so the door is wide open, the chest, stomach, and even the chin are equivalent to letting the master of Tiangong fight casually, which is definitely a taboo in the game! ”

"And his offense is also problematic, his punches are all from both sides, there is no change, as long as the opponent puts his arms on either side of the head, his fists will be blocked! Whether it's the score, or the damage, it's all zero. ”

The narrator quickly explained, and Master Tiangong was also keenly aware of this feature.

He first blocked a couple of his opponent's hooks with his arm.

Spotting the gap between the opponent's punches, he drew a circle with one palm.

The palm of his hand slapped on He Liang's stomach.

"Smack!"

The palm of his hand hit his stomach, like a crisp slap, and in the absence of a megaphone, the audience could hear it clearly.

The scene was in an uproar.

"Whack!"

"The palm of the Tiangong Gate!" The narrator was excited.

"One hit, valid score! Tiangong deserves to be one of the top ten divisions, and he caught the flaw so quickly, is the game over like this! ”

However, He Liang didn't seem to feel any pain at all, and he didn't even shrink back in his stomach.

Still swinging his big swing at his fixed frequency.

It doesn't matter if you defend it or not, you go straight to the sides of your head.

Tiangong was slightly stunned, and before his arm could return to the defensive position, he was punched on the left side of the head.

There was a "buzzing" sound in his ears, and in an instant, the whole body was lifted to the ground.

"Oops, the stomach is too big, the fat is too thick, He Liang doesn't hurt!" The narrator was heartbroken.

"Oops! Master Tiangong was shot in the head by a swinging fist! How so! The audience was in an uproar.

Without waiting for the on-site referee to count the seconds, Tiangong wiped the corners of his mouth and stood up strongly.

He had just raised his fist when there was another buzzing sound in his right ear......

The narrator couldn't help but cover his eyes:

"The Tiangong player has been knocked down again!"

"No, the Tiangong player is standing up again."

"Knocked down again...... Got up again......"

"He's tenacious."

The young narrator supported Master Tiangong at the beginning, but at this moment he couldn't help but sigh: "It's too cruel." ”

The narrator named Mr. Zhang showed his professional knowledge.

"Tiangong players have started to defend, take advantage of this time, let me explain to you that the eight punches of the king are also knowledgeable."

"This kind of boxing seems simple and repetitive, not beautiful, but it is the most convenient way to exert force, ordinary people who have not undergone professional training, out of instinct, are fighting like this, and only when they round their arms can they have strength."

The young narrator said:

"Yes, this He Liang is not afraid of the eyes of others and insists on practicing this simple boxing technique, and his fists will inevitably be more powerful."

"It seems that all the Tiangong players have been prevented, but it is obvious that the other party did it on purpose."

"Presumably, the Tiangong player blocked so many punches with his arms, and both arms were all numb, you see that he is no longer attacking."

The audience was in an uproar, and the support for the Tiangong players turned into a coaxing.

In the VIP viewing room, Vice Governor Zhang has been watching the game.

He does practice Tai Chi and likes Tai Chi, as designed by the event party in advance, at the beginning of the game, Vice Governor Zhang brought in the perspective of the Tiangong players, and the chessboard Tiangong players won.

But after seeing the Tiangong player like a sandbag being blasted, his mood also fluctuated.

"What one of the ten masters in the country, in vain! Even Wang Baquan can't stop it, these false propaganda are too hateful......"

Seeing that the vice governor was so angry that he stomped his feet, the people of the Fan family and the leaders of Los Angeles were immediately dumbfounded.

They trembled and looked at each other, as if there was no place to put their hands and feet.

On the commentary seat, the commentator didn't know about the situation here at all, and when they saw that Master Tiangong was beaten one after another, they had already given up their original inherent impression of the identities of the two, and excitedly fell into the stone road:

"I have a question, how many punches did the Tiangong fighter take, and where is the counter!"

"Here!"

The audience cheered in unison.

"One hundred and ninety-nine, two hundred...... Two hundred and thirty-six, two hundred thirty-seven, two hundred thirty-eight! ”

Even though Master Tiangong's arms were already like two wooden sticks, they were all numb.

The whole person was powerless, but he still showed the demeanor of a master.

Even when he was beaten, he was beaten for the whole bout and didn't get knocked out.

As the bell rang for the end of the match, he collapsed to the ground as if he had been pardoned.

After the match, the reporter first interviewed the big swing boxer:

"You won today, to everyone's surprise, you can be called the dark horse player on the first day of the competition, you reversed and defeated one of the ten masters in the country, Master Tiangong, do you have anything to say about this?"

He Liang didn't change his face without growing his temperament, the expression on his face was like the New Year, and he held the microphone and said loudly:

"I'm very happy today, I'm very happy to be able to compete with Tiangong, he is very resistant! Normally, when I use this kind of power, I break the sandbags! He's okay, it's fine! Our friendship comes first, competition comes second, thank you! ”

After that, he took out the braces in his mouth and raised his hands to the audience around him, like the brightest star on the scene.

"Champion! I'm a champion. ”

And on the other side of the field.

Despite falling behind by a big score and completely losing the game, Master Tiangong still endured the pain and accepted an interview with reporters after the game.

Master Tiangong choked up several times, looking very aggrieved:

"I'm not here to compete for the championship, I'm here to show my boxing skills, and at the same time a kind of ancient martial arts...... Popularize. ”

As he spoke, there was a burst of pain on his red and swollen cheeks, and some blood from his eyebrows.

In the game just now, the opponent's heavy punches brushed and uprooted his eyebrows.

For his scarce hair volume, every hair follicle is a valuable resource, and thinking of this makes me even more aggrieved.

Pain coupled with grievance and unwillingness, he held the microphone, but he couldn't express the resentment in his heart.

He was like a bullied child, his eyes were already full of tears.

"I also want to say that even though he won, even though I lost, this ...... It doesn't mean anything, he is strong, he is strong...... The bright moon shines on the river, and he ...... horizontally Let him run across, the hurricane will cross the hills......"

He held back his tears, but in his eyes, the tear saturation had reached 99 percent.

The female reporter on the other side was quite sympathetic when she saw this, and couldn't help but hand him a tissue, wanting to help him wipe away his grievances.

After all, the reporter saw and heard it, and all the audience at the scene counted Tiangong, one of the ten masters in the country, and every time he was beaten by a big swing, the scene shouted a number.

He Liang hit Tiangong 238 punches in a row, and Tiangong's small fist was only worthy of hammering the opponent's chest, and when such a thing happened, a fierce man would cry three catties.

However, Master Tiangong still retains his masterly demeanor, even if the tears are full, but he has not been photographed by the camera to drop a drop.

Rejecting the tissues, he turned around and walked backstage with his stubbornness.

Since then, he has transformed, from a well-known martial arts master to a black-and-red ancient martial arts master.

still relies on martial arts to make a lot of money, but no matter how sharp any comments are, they can't hurt him in the slightest.

Chen Zhan saw Tiangong's entire performance and nodded incessantly.

"Master, Tiangong has the mentality of a master at all times, this is the real master."

Chen Zhan felt that he needed to comfort Tiangong, an old friend.