At midnight.

A crescent moon and a few scattered stars scattered a faint light in the hazy weather, and a brightly lit glass building on the side of the colorful Jiefang West Road was particularly eye-catching.

At this moment, on the rooftop of this glass building, an unusual episode is being staged.

Singled out.

With a few screams, Zhu Zhenrui swung a powerful left straight punch.

However, Zhu Zhenrui regretted it a little as soon as he made a move, because he felt that Cheng Mo was a layman who didn't know how to fight at all, and it was basic common sense to protect his head and jaw in fighting, and the stupid kid on the other side actually learned the posture in the movie in order to be handsome, and he didn't even protect his head, isn't this looking for death?

Wouldn't it be too boring to knock the opponent out with a straight left punch?

Zhu Zhenrui thought to himself.

The gap between a Sanda master and ordinary people is probably the gap between Teddy and Bit, don't look at Teddy's jumping power, known as Ritian, in fact, he can't stand a bite of a pitbull at all, and a Sanda master is not a problem at all to beat a few ordinary people, and it is possible to play more than ten under special circumstances.

There is no doubt about the one-punch knockout.

I should have saved some strength, but it was too late, Zhu Zhenrui sighed in his heart.

However.

The scene that Zhu Zhenrui thought was going to appear did not happen at all, he did not be able to witness Cheng Mo fall to the ground with a bang, which was completely unexpected by him, and the punch that he thought was bound to hit, he didn't even touch Lin Zhinuo, who was standing in front of him, and slashed through the air.

It's unbelievable that I didn't touch anything.

However, years of practice have carved the stress response into his nerves and body, and before Zhu Zhenrui's brain could make a correct judgment, his body relied on his intuition and followed up with a right hook.

However.

Still waving in the air.

Zhu Zhenrui's heart froze, and then he used his whip leg and went straight to the other party's ribs, this time it was absolutely impossible for the other party to dodge in the past, Zhu Zhenrui thought to himself.

These first three moves form a small routine of three consecutive strikes that is the most common in Sanda, which is the one that Zhu Zhenrui practices the most, at least fifty times a day, and this set of movements has long been used by him as natural as his breathing.

However.

The rear whip leg, which has such a large control range, is still empty.

He couldn't even see how Lin Zhinuo dodged it, even a Sanda master couldn't avoid his combo so easily, he had to block it, not like this Lin Zhinuo in front of him, who didn't seem to even move.

Incredible.

Could it be that I drank too much and hallucinated?

Zhu Zhenrui began to have doubts, but his movements did not stop, and he slashed towards Cheng Mo with a swift punch.

Zhu Zhenrui's steel-like fist drew a graceful arc in the air, rushing towards Cheng Mo, who leaned back slightly, and let the fist wind slowly pass the tip of his nose.

Although Zhu Zhenrui's movements were as fast as lightning in the eyes of others, in the eyes of Cheng Mo, who was engrossed, it was like a slow-motion shot.

At this wonderful moment, the mosquitoes flying not far away vibrated their wings in mid-air, the corner of the poster blown by the warm wind was raised, the current surge in the neon lights on the huge advertising sign next to it, and Zhu Zhenrui's constricting pupils all formed information in Cheng Mo's eyes and quickly conveyed to the high-speed brain.

Then he threw another hook to the left, followed by a whip kick to the ribs.

For Cheng Mo, all this is too slow.

When dodging the whip leg, Cheng Mo stepped back slightly, and then quickly returned to his original position, without any difficult movements at all, as if he had foreseen the other party's attack in advance, and Cheng Mo's movements were too fast, so fast that Zhu Zhenrui's eyes couldn't catch the speed at all.

The average human eye can observe the action of 50-60hz, and the pilot can be as high as 250HZ, and a professional athlete like Zhu Zhenrui has dynamic vision, which should be at least 100HZ, but he is completely unable to see Cheng Mo's movements.

Maybe in a normal state, he could clearly see Cheng Mo's movements just now, but now, the light is insufficient, and he has drunk a lot of wine, so he can't do it at all, of course, even if he sees it clearly, it is useless, because Cheng Mo didn't try his best, and Cheng Mo adjusted his speed according to Zhu Zhenrui's attack speed.

Then Zhu Zhenrui, who was nervous, launched a stormy attack on Cheng Mo, as if he was hitting a puppet that couldn't move or hide, but all the attacks were like hitting in the air.

The atmosphere began to be heavy.

Neither man spoke, one attacked, the other dodged.

The onlookers also opened their mouths in surprise, the one-sided situation did not appear as everyone thought, and at this moment, everyone was standing in a different position and watching in a different position, so the scene was completely different, for example, the person standing behind Cheng Mo and facing Zhu Zhenrui could only see Zhu Zhenrui swinging his fists and kicks, as if every blow should hit Cheng Mo, and then Cheng Mo was indifferent.

As for the person standing on the side, he could see that Zhu Zhenrui's every attack was worthy of slashing through Cheng Mo's body, and with Cheng Mo's imperceptible movement, he swung into the air, and then returned in vain, which was really amazing.

Gao Yuemei and Shen Youyi stood together, Gao Yuemei grabbed Shen Youyi's soft hand tightly, her palms were full of slippery sweat, and she didn't know if it was because the weather was too hot or because she was too nervous.

When she saw Zhu Zhenrui's first punch towards Lin Zhinuo, her heart was completely suspended in mid-air for a few seconds, as if she was frozen and stuck in her throat, but now she opened her mouth slightly, and her eyes were full of light.

Although Lin Zhinuo didn't fight back, Gao Yuemei had already fully believed that Cheng Mo was a god and a legendary master of the rivers and lakes, otherwise how could he let Zhu Zhenrui, the runner-up of Sanda, not even touch him?

Shen Youyi stared at the expressionless Cheng Moru as a slowly fluttering page of light paper, it seemed that there was no movement, but he skillfully dodged Zhu Zhenrui's attack, the calmness on his face was like an emotionless meter, although Shen Youyi didn't know how to sanda, but it was obvious that he still had room for it, which was far from his limit.

Lin Zhinuo is really strange, how could he appear in Yinyan? Shen Youyi had some difficult questions in her heart, this man is a mystery, she must warn Gao Yuemei to stay away from this dangerous man.

And Jing Xing has changed from a contemptuous smile on his face at the beginning to a solemn expression, he looked at Gao Yuemei beside him, and the hand in his pants pocket clenched into a fist.

Zhu Zhenrui, who was still swinging his fists, was already sweating profusely, he had participated in so many competitions large and small, and he had never encountered such a strange thing, he couldn't even touch the person opposite, as if that person was not a person at all, but a ghost.....

In fact, Zhu Zhenrui at least had to observe carefully, and he could find that Cheng Mo had actually moved a lot, because he had not stood in place for a long time, but at this time Zhu Zhenrui's nerves were already highly tense, and there was no way to analyze these details, his alcohol-paralyzed brain had no time to think more, and he even forgot that he could still fall closely, maybe he didn't forget, but he only had one thought in his mind now, that is, to hit or kick the other party's body hard.

According to the opponent's body, he is not a heavyweight at all, as long as he hits, he can win or lose.

Zhu Zhenrui has already written the script, and uses his best left and right straight fists to connect the back kicks, which will definitely kick him away, and the idea has been decided, Zhu Zhenrui launched the final attack and began to frantically output to the man in front of him.....

But in Cheng Mo's eyes, everything is slow, but the sound is fast, all this and the picture have a distorted sense of asynchrony, often the slight sound of the fist wind has already sounded, and the fist slowly moved to his face, when the fist passed in front of his eyes, he could clearly see the black hair on the back of Zhu Zhenrui's hand, fine beads of sweat, and the blood flow surging rapidly under the bulging blood vessels.

If he focused his attention on his ears, he could still hear Zhu Zhenrui's faster and faster heartbeat, while his own heartbeat was always constant, thirty beats per minute.

He knew that he could concentrate his willpower and even control his heartbeat to speed up or slow down.

Fighting with professional athletes is completely different from fighting with hooligans, hooligans' attacks are disorderly, and professional athletes not only hit the vital points, but also have a much stronger hitting power, and fight with professional athletes, he can learn a lot of things, such as long feet and close punches, but Cheng Mo doesn't plan to take a hit, he just wants to experience the state of the carrier during the fight, but professional athletes can't let the carrier's ability play one-tenth.

So, it can all be over.

After Zhu Zhenrui's left and right straight fists swung into the air again as expected, he immediately followed the expected routine to kick the back, but at the moment when he half turned around, Zhu Zhenrui only felt a strong force suddenly appeared between his waist and hips, and it was difficult for him to describe the power, as if he jumped from a high altitude and smashed on a trampoline, the force was full of momentum.

Then Zhu Zhenrui felt like a small fly, being slapped out, and the thought in his mind at this time was: What kind of kung fu is this? How did he hit me, and then he smashed on the water tower of the tower glass steel, and let out a "bang" scream.

Although Zhu Zhenrui didn't see it clearly, the audience behind him saw all this clearly, at the moment when Zhu Zhenrui turned around and was about to kick, Lin Zhinuo used exactly the same action to directly kick Zhu Zhenrui away, did he really fly, not staggered back......

Everyone couldn't help but let out an exclamation, with a shocked expression on their faces, what kind of power should this be, it can kick people into the air, just like watching Bruce Lee's kung fu movies.

It's incredible.

Gao Yuemei looked at Lin Zhinuo standing in the center of the platform, and there were only two words left in her heart: "So handsome!" and "so handsome", and then the joy in her heart exploded, turning into six words: "It's really handsome!"

She looked at Lin Zhinuo, who was as calm and peaceful as a stone Buddha, and her heart was like a deer, and a sweetness surged into her heart and began to flood....

"Why don't you go see Zhu Zhenrui?" Shen Youyi pulled Gao Yuemei.

Gao Yuemei let out an "oh", took a few steps forward, and in turn pushed Shen Youyi towards Zhu Zhenrui, "You help me take a look, to be honest, I really don't want to look at him more...."

At this time, Zhu Zhenrui had already stood up tremblingly against the water tower, although Cheng Mo's foot momentum was not scientific at all, but after all, it was not the key to kicking, as a professional sanda athlete, his ability to resist injuries was much stronger than that of ordinary people.

"People start attending your birthday, they like you again, or do they fight for you....."

"Did I want him to beat him? He did it on his own. Seeing Zhu Zhenrui standing up by himself, Cheng Mo had already turned around and walked towards the exit of the rooftop, Gao Yuemei eagerly leaned into Shen Youyi's ear and said, "Please, good sister, help me greet them.... I'm going to see Lin Zhinuo. After saying that, Gao Yuemei chased after Cheng Mo, and her high heels beat a rapid drum on the rough concrete floor.

Zhu Zhenrui, who stood up, suddenly let out an angry roar towards Cheng Mo, and this unwilling voice restored the tranquility of the originally slightly noisy platform.

Everyone present stopped speaking and turned their gaze to Cheng Mo, who was walking through the crowd.

Cheng Mo stopped and looked back.

"As long as I don't admit defeat, this heads-up will not be over!" Zhu Zhenrui trembled slightly and walked to the center of the platform, like a knocked out warrior returning to the ring, his body burning with huge fighting spirit.

"Then I'll throw in the towel. Cheng Mo said lightly, and then walked towards the door of the rooftop without looking back.