This punch seems to break its own deadlock and begin a powerful counterattack!

Elbow Punch! Punch in the air! Crash Fist! Hook box!

Tricks like a tiger! Recruiting Style!

In the octagonal cage, He Ran was different from the initial swift moves, and he could only resist this powerful fight.

He is like a beast trapped all the time, trapped in this cage, invincible!

How to fight!

How to win!

"He Ran, where did you learn these fancy shelves?"

Fancy shelf?

No!

No!

He tried his best to refute in his heart, but he didn't have a single move that could break through the opponent's defenses.

In front of him, there is a real martial artist.

His moves have no power to fight back at all.

He Ran had a moment of wandering.

Could it be that what he has been working on these days is really a joke?

"Bang-"

He Ran was stunned, and the opponent hammered at the door in front of him with a flying fist, He Ran's ears and eyes buzzed, and he fell directly on the stage.

The audience was in an uproar!

This.......

That's a loss!

The aerial fist move was vicious, and He Ran lay on the ground in embarrassment, half of his eyes were swollen and bruised.

"He Ran, this is a fight, you and I are playing with you!"

The opponent licked the corner of the lip that had just been beaten, and smiled arrogantly.

No!

No!

There was a voice in my heart that seemed to be roaring.

He Ran gritted his teeth.

His finger bones turned white, and he tried to stand up.

"Still fighting! He's going to fight! ”

The audience was shocked.

In the ring.

The boy staggered to his feet.

He stared at his opponent with one eye, and faced the sky with one move.

"Bang-"

Fall again!

"Bang-"

Fall again!

"Bang-"

Again! Fall!

In the ring, the boy gritted his teeth and breathed hard.

Just don't admit defeat!

Qiao Yu stared at the ring and finally stood up.

"Is this kid crazy?"

"Do you really want to use traditional martial arts to win the fight?"

"Xiao Young has watched too many TV series, do you want to be a martial arts hero? Laughing to death. ”

Shut up!

Shut up!

Shut up!

The ridicule around made He Ran's eyes red.

He's a strong boss!

He's a great boss!

You are not allowed to say that!

"He Ran, do you admit defeat?"

Admit defeat or not.

Four words, his ears ringing.

He wanted to stand up.

I want to refute, I want to be angry.

But being locked in a cage, in front of his opponent, he was struggling to breathe and tired.

Admit defeat or not!

He gasped for breath and wanted to ask himself.

Suddenly.

In front of yourself, hold out a hand.

The hand, through the cage, was handed to him.

The palm is slender, the metacarpal bones are thin, and the tiger's mouth has a thin callus, which is slowly spread out in front of him.

His eyes froze.

Slowly raised his head and looked at Qiao Yu's clear and warm eyes.

"Why?" He asked.

Why can't you win?

Why can't you win at all?

His tone, like that of a believer, was lost in an instant.

In the past few days, the kung fu I have admired and the martial arts I yearn for have turned out to be so brittle.

Like a joke!

So.

He Ran didn't shake that hand.

He stared at Qiao Yu.

I want to ask for an answer.

Qiao Yu smiled at him comfortingly.

Only two words were returned.

"I'll come."

These two words, breaking through the haze and breaking the sky, are light and fluttering, but they make He Ran feel as heavy as gold!

He Ran's eyes turned red, he held the hand, and finally spoke again.

"Referee, I'll admit defeat first."

Throw in the towel!

The audience was boiling.

Sighing, mocking, sure enough, it came to the ring one after another.

"Player No. 59 admits defeat, who else comes up to challenge?"

"Me."