Under Yang Dequan's host, the lottery was re-organized. This time, there was no distinction between the order. I found a larger cardboard box and threw the table tennis ball inside, so that the five of them could reach in and touch it at the same time.

The five hands went in and fought for a long time, and each grabbed a table tennis ball. When they saw the numbers, the thugs were happy.

The thug led by Chen Menghe is number one, one of the thugs and Zhang Dabao draws number 0, and the remaining thugs draws number 2 bye. This result is naturally the most important thing for them.

Everyone has no objection to the draw, and the game officially begins.

The teacher explained the rules of the competition again, emphasizing that it was not allowed to stop until it was pointed, and that it was not allowed to hurt people on purpose. The thugs were uncontrollable and nodded perfunctorily. Liang Yong also secretly raised his vigilance, knowing that these guys were not kind, only Zhang Dabao was honest and humble.

Two games started on the same field at the same time, Liang Yong played against the thugs led by the head. This guy warmed up before he went on the court and made people see that he had extraordinary strength. He twisted his waist and kicked his legs, and his bones slammed, and his muscles bulged like an explosion. The muscles exposed outside the black tight vest were mixed and full of strength.

Liang Yong stood there casually, too lazy to move his muscles and still had an indifferent smile on his face. However, those eyes had narrowed slightly and emitted a slight light, showing his importance to his opponent.

The two of them were facing each other in the center of the field, and there was no polite bowing, and they casually clasped their fists and bowed their hands. Before they could put down their hands and make a defensive move, the thug stepped forward and reached out to grab the neckline of the beam. This is the standard starting style of judo. Experts often use this move to grab the opponent and fall down.

Of course, the thug will not just fall Liang Yi. The more sinister move is on the feet. As long as Liang is confused by the movements in his hands, his back foot will bounce up like lightning and kick Liang Yi's vagina.

He didn't care about the rules of the game, or used all his evil moves together, trying to beat Liang Yong down with one blow. When Yang Ming asked them, he placed a heavy bet, with each person 20,000, and whoever directly defeated Liang Yong would add 20,000 more.

Can you not make him excited if you kick it with 40,000?

Liang Yong has experienced many battles. Although he didn't know the next move of the thug, his defense was just right and without any flaws. He took a step back with his left foot and turned to face the thug on the side. His right hand stretched out his arm that was grabbing towards the opponent, and his left fist was ready to attack the opponent's armpit.

Such an action prevents the thug from following the thug's leg, so he can only use the old left hand virtual move to turn into a real move to grab the beam's right shoulder. He clenched his fist with his right hand to attack at any time.

The two palms intersected immediately, and the back hand fist exerted force to attack the opponent at the same time.

"Bang!" With a crisp sound, the two fists collided, and at the same time, their bodies trembled and took a step back. They both felt their fists numb, and their luck secretly sootheed their muscles and bones.

The first move was not determined by the winner, and the thug showed a solemn expression on his face, and he did not dare to look down on Liang Yong anymore.

Liang Yi's smile on his face was still the same. This move made him feel a lot more confident. He just used five points of his strength and fought head-on with the thug. He also wanted to try how strong his strength was after practicing the Peach Blossom Magical Art in the near future.

After one move, he found that his current strength was at least twice as high as before. In the past, he could hit 350 kilograms of force with one punch at a very fast speed, but now he can reach nearly 900 kilograms of force. This is several times more than ordinary people and is comparable to the world boxing champion.

"Boy, I have some kung fu." The thug said gloomyly. His body began to walk around and looked for the flaws of Liang Yong.

In addition, the thug who was in the bye also quietly walked to the side, ready to take action to plot against Liang Yong at any time.

Yang Dequan reached out to wipe the sweat beads on his forehead, thinking that this beam is really difficult to deal with.

The thug seized the opportunity and rushed over for a fierce attack. Liang Yong resisted in an orderly manner. He deliberately controlled his strength to be comparable to his opponent. He still wanted to take this opportunity to exercise his practical ability. Since practicing the Peach Blossom Magical Art, he has not fought happily for a long time. Last time he fought against the robbers, he was completely desperate. Life and death were only in a moment, and it was not possible for Liang Yong to understand how strong he was.

The battle was evenly matched, but the war had not started yet. The thug looked at Zhang Dabao absent-mindedly, and said with disdain, "Silly, have you practiced kung fu? I advise you to get out quickly, so that I can't make it hard to beat you up."

"I haven't learned martial arts, but I have learned judo, and now it's the third paragraph." Zhang Dabao answered honestly.

He even looked down upon the thugs and was too lazy to use tricks to impolite him. He stood there with a golden sword and said to Zhang Dabao: "Silly, the fight between you and me is boring. It's better to fight with us in a literary way!"

"The competition is still a battle of literature and martial arts?" Zhang Dabao asked curiously.

"Of course, the martial arts fight is like them, killing randomly. The literary fight is very civilized and simple. I stand here and don't move. First let you punch me, then you stand still, I punch you, and whoever falls first loses..." The thug said proudly.

I thought that when I punch you, I will beat you down, and his extremely fast punch can hit 500 kilograms.

And just now he also saw that Zhang Dabao's extremely fast fist power was only 300 kilograms, and his body was notoriously under the force. It was like a child tickling it.

"Hehe, this is good, we will compete like this." Zhang Dabao nodded quickly when he heard this. He was worried that his body was not flexible and could not beat the other party with his skills. Now the other party proposed to simply compare strength and body's ability to fight against the attack, which was exactly his strength.

"Come on! I'll let you fight first." Zhang Dabao also took the initiative to let him go first.

Everyone in the audience frowned and rushed to cheer: "This is unfair. He will raise it first. There must be some conspiracy. Dabao, you fight first."

Xiong Daoming looked at Liang Yong and his opponent in the field and asked with some concern: "Liang Yong won't lose! I think that guy is quite powerful."

"Don't worry, principal, I think Liang Yong didn't use all his strength and was testing his opponent. He should be able to win." Zhang Dabiao was able to become the school's training director. He has a strong strength. At the same time, he is from a martial arts family and has great eyesight.

"Haha, that's good." Xiong Daoming was very happy.

Zhang Dabiao was secretly worried at this time. He saw that the five people at the scene were the weakest, and the fight seemed to be in danger.

After Liang Yong fought head-on, the thug felt that the situation was not good, so he started to fight with Liang Yong, and the move became more vicious. The teacher below raised signs several times to warn him.

On Zhang Dabao's side, the thug was consciously disgraced by everyone and took the initiative to give in and said, "Okay! I'll let you fight first."
Chapter completed!