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"That's it, I went up first. Zhang Pingqian nodded calmly, and then walked to the ring.

Xiao Meng looked thoughtfully at her red checkered skirt, and when she raised her head, she directly saw a face with a 'kind' expression.

Lei Yiyi smiled kindly and looked at Xiao Meng: "What did you say just now?"

Xiao Meng looked at Lei Yiyi's chilling face, couldn't help but shrink her neck, and hurriedly waved her hand.

"I didn't say anything, but my junior asked me to do me a favor. ”

Lei Yiyi nodded with a smile after hearing this, and sat beside Xiao Meng with a hint of resentment.

Sometimes, Lei Yiyi found that people like Zhang Pingqian were really not under his control, with clear opinions, calm but restless, and a strong sense of purpose.

"Hey. Lei Yiyi watched Zhang Pingqian slowly walk into the ring, sighed faintly, and didn't know what he wanted to write.

Xiao Meng looked at Lei Yiyi's focused gaze, looked down at the personal terminal resting on her skirt, and felt a little complicated in her heart.

Yuan Long looked at Zhang Pingqian who walked on stage, grinned and showed a mouthful of white teeth, and said with a smile: "I thought you wouldn't come? ”

Zhang Pingqian listened to Yuan Long's provocative words, his eyes tilted to the side, and he seemed to be very bored.

Chrissy leaned on the side of the ring, looking at the strange atmosphere of the scene, and coughed lightly: "Are you all ready?"

Both nodded.

"Then let's get started, as for the criteria for winning or losing?" Chrissy's blue eyes narrowed slightly, "until one side admits defeat." ”

Yuan Long shook his shoulders, and his two thick arms stood up directly, protecting the position of his head and chest, and at the same time, his feet also moved, and his center of gravity fell steadily between his feet.

Zhang Pingqian didn't expect that Yuan Long, who had been rushing forward, actually chose to be on the defensive.

Since Yuan Long wants to defend, Zhang Pingqian does not recommend taking the initiative to attack and seize the opportunity.

Looking at Yuan Long, who was coming over steadily, Zhang Pingqian turned his back foot horizontally, his whole leg was slightly bent, and then he suddenly straightened up, and a powerful explosive force was released.

Zhang Pingxuan's body rushed forward directly, not attacking from the side, but attacking head-on, the right fist on his waist, like a yellow python out of a hole, shot out, and drilled through the gap between Yuan Long's arms.

The moment Yuan Long saw Zhang Pingqian move, he also immediately moved, his left arm pressed down, directly suppressed Zhang Pingqian's front drill fist, and turned to his right arm, which was as thick as a thigh, and directly pulled the horizontal swing fist at Zhang Pingqian's head.

Such a thick arm, but it did not affect Yuan Long's shooting speed at all, which shows that his control of strength is already very good.

The muscles of the entire arm plus the force of twisting the waist were all mobilized, and the power of this punch was terrifying.

A single leg of the axe can split the shoulder bone, and Yuan Long's punch will not be weak, and it is even better than the axe in terms of strength.

And Zhang Pingqian naturally wouldn't hand over the opportunity to seize it so simply, and his left hand had already expected to move forward, and slammed it on Yuan Long's right shoulder.

On the path of the swinging fist, an obstacle suddenly appeared, which suddenly made Yuan Long feel like he was in his throat, and although his right arm was swinging as hard as he could, it was easily restrained by the arm that looked much slender.

The moment he stretched out his left hand and pressed his shoulder, Zhang Pingqian withdrew his right fist, which was fruitless.

Stepping forward, Zhang Pingqian stood directly close to Yuan Long, his left hand pressed Yuan Long's shoulder, and his slender and vigorous fingers were firmly pointed at the center of Yuan Long's shoulder blade.

This light press made Yuan Long's face change greatly, and a sharp pain immediately came from the center of his shoulder blades, and then his entire arm seemed to soften in an instant.

The pain caused Yuan Long to tilt to his left.

And Zhang Pingqian was expressionless, raised his right arm, which had been waiting for a long time, bent his arm into an elbow, grabbed his shoulder with his left hand, and smashed the tip of his elbow against Yuan Long's exposed right neck.

Yuan Long's face changed greatly, and he forcibly lifted his left arm, which was completely unprepared, directly took out his fist and smashed it into Zhang Pingxuan's lower abdomen, vowing to fight with Zhang Pingqian to lose both.

Bang bang –

Two muffled collisions came out almost simultaneously.

Zhang Pingqian held his stomach and took three steps back, and the blue tendons on his forehead protruded.

And Yuan Long was directly elbowed and smashed on the neck, and fell to the ground with his head stuffy, covering his neck and grinning, his face flushed.

Zhang Pingqian gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and his lower abdomen bulged and retracted, suppressing the discomfort in his abdomen.

The enhancer is the enhancer in the end, even if it is an unprepared punch, it also makes Zhang Pingqian's internal organs concuss, unable to lift his breath, and with a little force, there will be a pain in his lower abdomen.

Yuan Long covered his neck and stood up, although it was painful, it seemed that there was no problem.

"Oh, there are two hits, and the fists of labor and management taste good. Yuan Long twisted his neck, and grinned in pain.

Zhang Pingqian didn't say much, he made a mistake under his feet, and directly crossed the three-step distance, like a gust of wind, and suddenly rushed to Yuan Long's eyes, and his fist greeted the major points on Yuan Long's chest.

Although there was severe pain in his abdomen, Yuan Long, who had received an elbow, was definitely weaker than him at the moment.

Yuan Long's head was still a little dizzy at this time, and in the face of the overwhelming falling fists, he couldn't react at all, so he simply held his head with both hands, curled up his body, and resisted.

Zhang Pingqian's eyes flashed, waiting for you to defend it.

The pace under his feet suddenly changed, and the gossip dragon stepped out, and Zhang Pingqian, who was still attacking in front just now, suddenly slipped and made a mistake under his feet, and turned directly to Yuan Long's side and rear.

Such a strange way of moving directly made Yuan Long unable to react.

Before he could turn around, he was hit by a punch in the flank, Yuan Long snorted, and his body slid to the right side by the way, dodging Zhang Pingqian's attack by the way.

At the moment of sliding, Zhang Pingqian slammed his foot and reflexively kicked on the crook of Yuan Long's right leg, which was retreating.

The crook of the leg was hit by the side, and under the action of such a strong shear force, even if Yuan Long was a strengthener with rough skin and thick flesh, he couldn't stand such an attack.

As soon as his right leg was weak, Yuan Long knelt directly on one knee and let out a painful snort.

"Hold the grass!" Yuan Long suddenly couldn't bear it anymore under the stimulation of pain, and directly clenched his fists desperately and shrouded Zhang Pingxuan.

Rapid swing punches and straight punches, continuously, indiscriminately swung towards Zhang Pingxuan.

Zhang Pingqian flicked under his feet, and Yuan Long's attack distance was detached, and his eyes calmly looked at where Yuan Long was swinging.

Yuan Long forced Zhang Pingqian back with Wang Ba's punch, and his right leg trembled a little and stood up.

"Do you want to continue?" asked Zhang Pingqian calmly.

At this time, all the players in the audience were stunned, what kind of play was this, they had never seen it.

They have also seen flexible and agile players, but those people basically change places with one punch, relying on agility to fight guerrilla warfare, and there is absolutely no one like Zhang Pingxuan.

Although the strength is not strong, but he dares to fight with Yuan Long closely, but Yuan Long can't give full play to fifty percent of his strength, and he is desperately suppressed to shoot space, and he is injured when he shoots, and there is no problem of insufficient attack power that an agile player should have.

Chrissy was also a little surprised in her eyes, she only knew that Zhang Pingqian practiced some strange movements that looked bluffing every day, but she didn't expect these movements to have such practical use.

Perhaps, after he joins, he can pass on these skills to others so that everyone can learn them. Chrissy had a bold idea.

Because of the emergence of enhancers, fighting in the interstellar era has become more and more simplistic and practical, and physical qualities such as strength and agility have become the main factors determining strength, and the role of skills has been slowly weakened.

And the skill shown by Zhang Pingqian has already convinced Chrissy, no, maybe it shouldn't be called skill, it's an art of fighting.

Each action may seem strange, but it has a special meaning.

That one shoulder action seems simple, but it is the key action of Zhang Pingqian to stabilize his advantage, just such a simple ride, not only limited Yuan Long's strength, but also paved the way for the next attack.

"Go on!!" Yuan Long roared and rushed towards Zhang Pingxuan.

Looking at Yuan Long, who was full of flaws, Zhang Pingqian suddenly felt a little bored, he hadn't done his best in the battle just now, his dynamic vision hadn't exploded, and he hadn't used the means of hitting acupoints, it seemed that he was evenly matched, but Zhang Pingqian didn't want to expose too much strength.

Whether it is Yuan Long's limit or his other abilities, he doesn't want to be exposed to the camera, who knows that this Yuan Long actually intends to continue.

"Well, if you don't show enough threat, maybe this competition won't be meaningful. Zhang Pingqian thought slightly in his heart, looked at Yuan Long who rushed over, and thought.

Yuan Long's fist smashed against Zhang Pingxuan's head, and his whole body was tense, exerting the power of this punch to the extreme.

How to punch more powerfully, how to defend more solidly, how to move faster and safer, it seems that this is what is being pursued in today's fighting.

Zhang Pingqian's pupils shrank, and Yuan Long's extremely rapid movements immediately slowed down, just like a slow-motion close-up in a movie.

The palm of his hand swung out and slashed lightly at Yuan Long's arm.

Yuan Long's face immediately showed a wonderful look of pain.

Yuan Long's other fist also rushed over.

Zhang Pingqian raised his hand and knocked lightly, and the expression on Yuan Long's face was even more exciting.

Yuan Long attacked frantically, but Zhang Pingqian seemed to be playing a dodge game, his body swayed slightly from side to side, and he dodged all of them without falling a punch, and every time he dodged, it was like tickling, slapping or a little on Yuan Long's arm, or raising his foot as if he was playing a house, and kicked Yuan Long's leg lightly.

It seemed that Yuan Long had the upper hand at this moment, but Zhang Pingqian was like a small boat swaying in a stormy attack, and it was likely to be overturned by the whistling fist wind at any time.

However, not only in half a minute, Yuan Long, who originally had the upper hand, suddenly softened his feet and fell directly to the ground.

The arms, which were as thick as thighs, were like boiled shrimp, turned red, red like blood, and the legs trembled without listening, and there was a frightened expression on his face: "My hands, my hands, why don't you listen to the call!!"

"Brother Long!"

"Yuan Long!"

Looking at the students of the fighting department who rushed up, Zhang Pingqian took two steps back and said softly: "He's fine, just rest for a while, I'm very measured." ”

"In that case, I guess I've won. Zhang Pingqian exhaled heavily, and the clothes on his body were already soaked with sweat, which showed that the series of actions just now was not easy.

Chrissy stared at Yuan Long, and then looked at Zhang Pingqian: "You, how did you do it?"

"You could call it, the point. Zhang Pingqian said calmly.