As soon as Miguel Cenduo broke into the gym, Zhuo Yang immediately became alert because he felt the murderous aura.

This is a strong sense of crisis. The hare on the wasteland can have a premonition that the eagle is rushing from behind without looking back. What Zhuo Yang sees is completely different from the usual Cen Duo.

Young Master Cen?

No matter how much he had, Zhuo Yang was very sure that the person in front of him was very dangerous.

Without hesitation, Zhuo Yang immediately jumped down from the stool of the comprehensive fitness equipment and distanced himself from Cen Duo who was approaching quickly.

"Cen Duo or Cen Shao? What are you going to do?"

‘Hohu~’!

Cen Duo did not answer, there was only a low sob in his throat, and he set up a fighting position, and his eyes were blood-red to approach Zhuo Yang.

"You think about it and do it all the time!"

“Hohu~”

Zhuo Yang's stern shouting did not make Cen Duo give in at all. He stepped closer and his left jab was terrified.

Experts can tell if there is one if it is just a tentative jab. Zhuo Yang immediately knew that Cen Duo is a master today. After raising his arms to block it, there was still a strong blow and shock on the back of the fist.

Immediately followed by Cen Duo's right hand punch. Zhuo Yang's dodging was very fast, but the gloves were rubbing his ears and it hurt.

He hooked left and swung right, and immediately connected his left hand to the right fist and pulled it up.

The sharp and rapid combination punch made Zhuo Yang unable to fight back. Even though he had already put his arms around and kept dodging the blocking of his eyes, Cen Duo still hooked his right rib. He immediately felt a piercing pain and almost closed his eyes.

Out of breath.

And he was almost hit by Cen Duo's right fist.

The chin is a very soft place. Once it is hit by a heavy punch, Zhuo Yang has no other options except lying on his back and becoming a person with a slutty bag.

Taking advantage of the break when Cen Duo punched, Zhuo Yang quickly retreated again and tried to adjust the internal breath after the heavy blow in the ribs.

After just undergoing a lot of exercise training, even though the sweat had already soaked the vest, Zhuo Yang still sweated coldly.

This should be the one who beat Detu into a slag! Just after just a meeting, Zhuo Yang was sure that if he continued to fight like this, he would definitely not be his opponent. It was only a matter of time before he was defeated or defeated.

When Uncle Li taught Zhuo Yang's Kung Fu in the courtyard, he never planned to make him a Sanda athlete or a professional fighter on the ring, because Uncle Li himself was not. He was as awesome as Uncle Li, and he would be in the world without any problem when he got into the rope circle.

The champion was beaten to death.

Only teach fighting, only teach how to fight! Uncle Li basically doesn’t know anything except one move to defeat the enemy, and he can’t even put noodles on.

Use any terrain that can be used, use your eyes to touch any tool that can be used, and do everything you can do as long as you can defeat the enemy.

Maybe it is a sharp key, or maybe it is a handful of sand that can charm the enemy's eyes. Uncle Li is good at killing skills, while Zhuo Yang only touches on a little bit of fur.

So, he used a mouthful of phlegm.

'Pooh!'

A pile of salty and sticky thick phlegm shot out. Cen Duo was a master, but he had never seen such an irregular hidden weapon or such an indecent way of playing. He was hit after a moment of stunned silence, and just stuck to his mouth.

Zhuo Yang himself felt nauseous and his stomach was churning.

Cen Duo used boxing gloves to wipe his face all over his face, but his legs did not slow down at all.

Zhuo Yang and such a master cannot face hard steel immediately, not to mention that his internal interest has not been adjusted yet.

Run! Jump under the rocker arm of the integrated fitness machine, Cen Duo followed closely, Zhuo Yang let out his hands without turning back, "Flesh~~bang!" The nylon belt on the side frame rebounded and was pulling

On Cen Duo's face.

A blood mark immediately bulged out from Cen Duo's forehead to his chin, but the old guy seemed to have no idea that the pain was, and he still pursued him relentlessly.

Zhuo Yang continued to run, jumped over the butterfly machine with one hand, and stepped on it with his feet. Cen Duo's belly hit the raised bend.

Even though Cen Duo was as fierce as a wild beast, he couldn't help but make a "give" sound.

Zhuo Yang played hide-and-seek with Cen Duo in various equipment in the gym. Without much effort, two blood marks appeared on the face of the Real Madrid assistant coach, and a huge bag was pushed by the treadmill on his forehead. Just a dog eating shit, Cen

I fell twice.

It looks so miserable!

However, his pursuit did not diminish at all, and neither pace nor fist seemed to be affected.

Cen Duo, who is so brave, doesn't mean to beat Detu to death, even if he beats the black charcoal head to death.

Zhuo Yang was chased and had no way to escape. He couldn't stop the car and pounced on Smith's barbell rack. Cen Duo, who followed, raised his fist and smashed it at the back of his head, swaying left and right.

‘biu!’ Zhuo Yang turned around in place, holding up 20 kilograms of barbell pieces in both hands, and protecting the door.

‘Boring’

Cen Duo's two fists were wedged hard on the barbell plate, and others felt pain for him when they saw him.

‘Bang!!’

Zhuo Yang swung the barbell piece with one hand and patted Cen Duo's face with a crisp hand. This was a weapon.

Cen Duo was sobbed up in the air that he rushed to the ground.

Zhuo Yang clapped his hands proudly after throwing away the barbell piece that made great contributions.

"Professional master, I'm a pussy! It's vulnerable. If you weren't a professional, I wouldn't be too lazy to beat you..."

Before he finished speaking, Cen Duo, who was supposed to die, stood up straight from the ground, and "Biao" almost scared Zhuo Yang to death.

Is this a fucking human or a ghost? Or a devil-music man? Is it too resistant to beating?

Cen Duo, whose face was covered with blood, became more and more like a wild beast. After being ruthless, it also angered his hideous beastly nature even more.

The subsequent set of punches was not clear. Although Zhuo Yang still couldn't find an opportunity to fight back, he had learned from the past. He protected the vital points of his body very closely and tried his best to avoid hitting the head.

But even so, his forearms were still blocked and his shoulders were even more painful.

He knew that dealing with a boxer was to open the distance and use his leg to attack and resist the enemy, but the Tao was one foot taller and the demon was one foot taller. Cen Duo's flexible and agile steps made Zhuo Yang unable to pull it away at all, even if he could barely open the distance.

Before he could get up, he would stick it back and flexibly.

Blocking and dodging, retreating step by step, Zhuo Yang's body slowly dives, and Cen Duo's domineering boxing techniques opened and closed, pressing step by step.

Zhuo Yang suddenly sneaked into a deep hole, raised his right palm from bottom to top to burn the sky, hit Cen Duo's chin and locked his throat, and wrapped his left snake around his arm, and twisted his waist and hips up.

He threw Cen Duo out with a fall.

This is what Zhuo Yang is good at.

Cen Duo pounced on the treadmill before falling down again, smashing the screen of the treadmill.

If you fight a snake and do not die, you should be as cruel and ruthless as the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves. Zhuo Yang stepped forward. Regardless of whether he or she was a professional or not, a boxer lying on the ground was definitely not as good as Zhuo Yang.

‘Biao~!’

Cen Duo stood up straight again, and Zhuo Yang felt that he was a dog.
Chapter completed!