With these words as a guarantee, the contestant from the blue side took a deep breath and raised his fist to smash it towards Jiang Xuelin's chin.

Since you're so big, don't blame my men for being ruthless!

When the blue contestant's fist was about to hit Jiang Xuelin's face, he felt that his arm was suddenly grabbed, deviated from the target, and punched him empty.

Immediately, a black shadow shot from his arm to his face.

Syllable!

Jiang Xuelin slapped the blue contestant in the face.

He first used his right arm to deflect the opponent's straight punch, and hit the opponent in the face with the back of his hand.

Originally, the power of the bulletist was less than that of the fist, but with the blessing of Jiang Xuelin's muscles, this puncher directly stunned the opponent.

The blue contestant lasted less than two seconds before falling into the ring with a thud and losing consciousness.

One move KO!

The referee stepped forward and after inspection, it was confirmed that the blue player had lost consciousness, and Red declared the winner.

The contestants erupted in applause.

It's short though.

But the process is wonderful.

Jiang Xuelin's ring immediately became the focus of the audience.

Although the other rings are inseparable, the rookies pecking each other are really not interesting.

It's still this kind of master abuse vegetables to watch, short and concise, and defeat the enemy with one blow.

Jiang Xuelin, who was in the limelight, walked down from the ring contentedly, put on his flat glasses, and put on his shirt again.

On the way back to the area where the 702nd regiment was located, the people beside Jiang Xuelin cast awe-inspiring glances at him.

Not only because of his strong strength and full of muscles, but also because of the philosophical atmosphere that arises spontaneously in him.

When he came to the recruit company of the 702nd Regiment, everyone did not hesitate to praise them, and smashed all kinds of flattering words on Jiang Xuelin.

"Brother Lin's awesome!"

"Brother, how can you practice with this body, I want to practice too!"

"Yes, yes, it doesn't matter if you like it or not, the main thing is that we love philosophy!"

Jiang Xuelin pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose and smiled indifferently: "Actually, I don't like to show off in front of people, but I was forced to make a move this time." ”

You're muscular, you're right.

Liao Zhiyuan and others did not stop Jiang Xuelin's pretending behavior.

This guy has been preparing for this appearance for ten years, and he can be regarded as a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, so let him take this opportunity to vent.

Don't suffocate your child anymore.

After the fourth ring match was over, the abbot put the contestants of the fifth race on the stage and announced the list of personnel for the sixth game.

When the name Yin Chen sounded, the recruits of the 702nd Regiment Company of the Modern Martial Arts School cheered loudly for their boss.

"Come on, Boss Yin! Three moves to knock over your opponent! ”

"Make a knockout and show it to the people of the military boxing faction!"

When it comes to pretending to be forced, Yin Chen is the real king of coercion, and Jiang Xuelin, who has been pretending to be a master of pretending to be a sword for ten years, is not enough to see in front of Yin Chen.

Yin Chen stood up from his seat and raised a finger in a high-profile manner.

"Brother Yin, what do you mean, this is, announce in advance that you are the first in the competition?"

"No, Brother Yin is not so superficial, a finger must have a higher level of connotation."

Yin Chen smiled and said softly: "One move, it only takes one move to defeat the opponent!" ”

With that, he swaggered towards the candidate area.

"Damn, he pretended to be ......" Liao Zhiyuan felt as disgusting as eating a fly.

What he hates most about Yin Chen is this, he is not modest at all, the last person who pretended to be like Yin Chen, the grave grass was already a few feet high.

Wang Bayi comforted: "Look at how he performs, if he can really knock out the opponent with one move, it can be regarded as not embarrassing our 702nd Regiment recruit company, let him pretend to be forced if he wants to." ”

The fifth game ended quickly, this one has a ring that is not bad, there are a few rounds back and forth, and the rules have not been messed up yet, although it still can't be looked at by the recruits of the 702 regiment, but at least it won't be so spicy.

As for the other three groups of games in the same game, even the host couldn't find the right words to describe them, and he could only say that the two sides fought very hard, and he didn't even praise the wonderful courage, and he felt that his conscience was damned when he said that he worked hard.

The contestants of the sixth game entered, and Yin Chen originally wanted to follow Jiang Xuelin's example without wearing armor, but the referee did not approve it anyway.

"No, it's not good, you are not allowed to go to the ring without armor, your fists and feet have no eyes, what if the opponent hurts you!"

"Then why can the person just now not wear armor!" Yin Chen argued with reason.

But the referee looked at him like an idiot: "The person before? The strength of the people is there, what, do you also have eight-pack abs and want to show off? ”

Yin Chen was embarrassed.

He has abdominal muscles, or six, but the lines are not obvious, compared to Jiang Xuelin, it is fundamentally different.

"Don't grind, hurry up and get on the field, and if you delay any longer, I will directly sentence you to abandon the game!"

There was no way, Yin Chen could only bring protective gear to the stage, and after putting on the bulky protective gear, he felt like a simple person.

still wanted to overpower Jiang Xuelin from the aura, but he lost first.

"That's it...... Fortunately, I am a powerful faction, and my image doesn't matter, as long as I wait to kill the enemy with one move, my aura will naturally be pulled back! ”

The idol faction can only be a smash hit, and hard power is the eternal truth.

Walking into the ring, Yin Chen put on a sanda fighting style.

The contestant opposite him was a little surprised when he saw his movement and asked, "What kind of action are you?" ”

Not only Yin Chen's opponent was puzzled, but the onlookers in the audience felt novel when they saw his fighting style.

Except for Chen Lin, the other recruits practiced military boxing.

Ever practiced Muay Thai before?

Okay, please learn military boxing with me.

Won the championship of the municipal sanda competition?

Okay, please learn military boxing with me.

No matter what shape you were made into by the messy martial arts before joining the army, you will be trained into the shape of a military body fist when you enter the army.

You can use non-military physical boxing moves in your normal training, but you must be able to fight military physical boxing, this is the bottom line.

When Xiang Fei put on a sanda posture in the ring, there was already a burst of laughter in the audience.

"Hey, buddy, don't make a fuss, hurry up and change the fighting preparation style of the military body boxing, your posture is too big!"

"Am I empty? Then you can give it a try! ”

The best way to fight back is to speak with facts.

Yin Chen hooked his hand at his opponent, but unexpectedly his opponent did not take the initiative to attack.

"Brother, the buddies who were directly knocked out just now seem to be from your 702 regiment, isn't your 702 regiment particularly good at playing defensive counterattacks?"

"Huh."

The recruit company of the 702nd Regiment was ridiculed for only hitting the back, what the can you bear?!

Yin Chen stepped forward in two steps and came to the opponent's attack range, he punched with his left hand, and the opponent was about to reach out to catch it.

(End of chapter)