At midnight.

A crescent moon and a few sparse stars scattered a faint light in the hazy weather. There was a glass building full of lights on the dazzling Jiefang West Road that was particularly eye-catching.

At this moment, on the rooftop of this glass building, an unusual episode was being played.

Singled out.

Along with a few sparse screams, Zhu Zhenrui threw a powerful and heavy left straight punch.

However, Zhu Zhenrui regretted it as soon as he made the move, because he felt that Cheng Mo was a layman who didn't understand fighting at all. It was basic common sense to protect the head and jaw during fighting, but the stupid kid opposite him actually studied movies in order to look cool.

The posture inside, without even protecting the head, isn't this looking for death?

Wouldn't it be boring to knock the opponent out with a straight left punch?

Zhu Zhenrui thought to himself.

The gap between a Sanda master and an ordinary person is probably the gap between Teddy and Pitbull. Even though Teddy jumps so hard and is known as a day-to-day dog, he actually can't withstand a bite from a Pitbull. However, a Sanda master can beat several ordinary people.

It’s not a problem at all, and it’s possible to shoot more than a dozen under special circumstances.

Undoubtedly a one punch KO.

He should have saved some effort, but it was too late, Zhu Zhenrui sighed in his heart.

However.

The scene Zhu Zhenrui thought would happen did not happen at all. He was not able to witness Cheng Mo falling to the ground. This was completely beyond his expectation. The punch that he thought was a sure hit actually stood before him without even touching it.

Lin Zhinuo in front of him flew through the air.

It's incredible that I didn't touch anything.

However, years of practice have engraved the stress response into his nerves and body. Before Zhu Zhenrui's brain could make a correct judgment, his body relied on intuition and followed up with a right swing.

However.

Still empty.

Zhu Zhenrui's heart trembled, and then he used his back whip kick and went straight to the opponent's ribs. It was absolutely impossible for the opponent to hide away this time, Zhu Zhenrui thought to himself.

These first three moves form the most common three-hit combo routine in Sanda. This is the routine that Zhu Zhenrui practices the most, at least fifty times a day. This set of moves has been used by him for a long time, just like his breathing.

Just as natural.

However.

The back whip leg with such a wide range of control is still empty.

He didn't even see clearly how Lin Zino escaped. Even a Sanda master couldn't avoid his combos so easily. He had to block, not like Lin Zino in front of him.

It didn't seem to even move.

Incredible.

Could it be that I really drank too much and was hallucinating?

Zhu Zhenrui began to have doubts, but his movements did not stop, and he punched Cheng Mo quickly again.

Zhu Zhenrui's steel-like fist drew a graceful arc in the air and rushed towards Cheng Mo. Cheng Mo leaned back slightly, allowing the wind of the fist to slowly pass over the tip of his nose.

Although Zhu Zhenrui's movements were as fast as lightning in the eyes of others, in the eyes of Cheng Mo, who was fully focused, it was like a slow motion camera.

At this wonderful moment, the mosquitoes flying not far away were vibrating their wings in mid-air, the corner of the poster raised by the warm wind, the current surging in the neon lights on the huge advertising light board next to it, and Zhu Zhenrui's shrinking body

Pupils formed in Cheng Mo's eyes and information was quickly conveyed to the high-speed brain.

Then he punched again from the left, followed by a whip kick to the ribs.

For Cheng Mo, this was all too slow.

When dodging the whip kick, Cheng Mo stepped back slightly, and then quickly returned to his original position. He didn't need to do any difficult movements at all, as if he had foreseen the opponent's attack in advance, and Cheng Mo's

The movement was so fast that Zhu Zhenrui's eyes could not catch it.

The eyes of ordinary people can observe movements at 50-60hz, while pilots can detect movements at up to 250hz. Professional athletes like Zhu Zhenrui have dynamic vision, which should be at least 100hz. However, he was completely unable to see Cheng Mo's movements clearly.

Maybe under normal circumstances, he could clearly see Cheng Mo's actions just now, but now, with insufficient light and a lot of alcohol, he couldn't do it. Of course, even if he could see clearly, it would be of no use because Cheng Mo didn't try his best.

, Cheng Mo adjusted his speed according to Zhu Zhenrui's attack speed.

Then Zhu Zhenrui, whose heart was tightening, launched a stormy attack on Cheng Mo, as if he were beating a puppet that couldn't move or hide, but all the attacks seemed to be hitting the air.

The atmosphere became heavy.

Neither of them spoke, one attacked and the other evaded.

The onlookers also opened their mouths in surprise. The one-sided situation did not appear as everyone thought. At this moment, because everyone was standing in a different position and watching from a different position, the scene they saw was completely different.

For example, people standing behind Cheng Mo and facing Zhu Zhenrui could only see Zhu Zhenrui punching and kicking him, as if every blow should hit Cheng Mo, but Cheng Mo remained indifferent.

As for the people standing on the side, they could see that each of Zhu Zhenrui's attacks passed through Cheng Mo's body. With Cheng Mo's imperceptible movement, he swung away and then returned without success. It was really amazing.

Gao Yuemei and Shen Youyi stood together. Gao Yuemei held Shen Youyi's soft hand tightly. Her palms were all slippery with sweat. She didn't know whether it was because the weather was too hot or because she was too nervous.

When she saw Zhu Zhenrui's first punch towards Lin Zhinuo, her heart was completely suspended in mid-air for a few frozen seconds, as if it was frozen and stuck in her throat. However, now her mouth is slightly open.

, eyes full of light.

Although Lin Zhinuo did not fight back, Gao Yuemei had completely believed that Cheng Mo was a god, a legendary martial arts master. Otherwise, how could Sanda runner-up Zhu Zhenrui not even touch him?

Shen Youyi stared at the expressionless Cheng Mo like a slowly fluttering piece of light paper. He seemed to be motionless, but he cleverly avoided Zhu Zhenrui's attack. The calmness on his face was like an emotionless instrument. Although Shen Youyi

He doesn't know much about Sanda, but it's obvious that he still has room for improvement, and this is far from his limit.

Lin Zhinuo is so strange. How could he appear in Yinyan? Shen Youyi has some difficult questions in her heart. This man is a mystery. She must warn Gao Yuemei to stay away from this dangerous man.

Jing Xing, on the other hand, had changed from a contemptuous smile on his face to a serious expression. He looked at Gao Yuemei beside him and clenched his hands in his trouser pockets into fists.

Zhu Zhenrui, who was still punching, was already sweating profusely. He had participated in so many competitions, big and small, and had never encountered such a weird thing. He actually didn't even touch the person opposite him, as if that person

Not a human at all, but a ghost

In fact, if Zhu Zhenrui at least observes carefully, he can find that Cheng Mo has actually moved a lot, because he has stopped standing in the same place. However, Zhu Zhenrui's nerves are already highly tense at this time, and there is no way to analyze these details. He

His brain, paralyzed by alcohol, had no time to think. He even forgot that he could throw someone close to him. Maybe he hadn't forgotten, but he only had one thought in his mind, which was to hit or kick the opponent hard.

According to the opponent's size, he is not a heavyweight at all. Just one hit can determine the outcome.

Zhu Zhenrui has already written the script. He will use his best left and right straight punches to kick him to the back. He will definitely be able to kick him away. With his mind made up, Zhu Zhenrui launched the final attack and began to attack the man in front of him crazily.

But in Cheng Mo's eyes, everything was slow, but the sound was fast. All of this created a distorted sense of out-of-synchrony with the picture. Often, the slight sound of the fist wind had already sounded before the fist was released.

Slowly moving in front of him, when the fist passed in front of his eyes, he could clearly see the black hair on the back of Zhu Zhenrui's hand, the fine beads of sweat, and the rapid blood flow under the bulging blood vessels.

If he focused his attention on his ears, he could still hear Zhu Zhenrui's heartbeat beating faster and faster, while his own heartbeat was always at a constant rhythm, thirty beats per minute.

He knew that by concentrating his willpower, he could even control his heartbeat to speed up or slow down.

Fighting against professional athletes feels completely different from fighting against gangsters. Gangsters' attacks are unorganized, while professional athletes not only hit vital points, but also have much stronger blows. Moreover, playing against professional athletes, he can learn a lot of things, such as long-distance shooting.

The kick was close to the punch, but Cheng Mo didn't intend to take a hit. He just wanted to experience the state of the carrier during combat. However, professional athletes cannot make the carrier's ability play one-tenth.

So, this can all be over.

After Zhu Zhenrui's left and right straight punches were missed again as expected, he followed up with a kick to the back according to the planned routine. However, the moment he turned half around, Zhu Zhenrui only felt a rush of pain between his waist and thighs.

Vigor suddenly appeared. It was difficult for him to describe the force. It was as if he had jumped from a high altitude and hit a trampoline. The force was full of momentum.

Then Zhu Zhenrui felt like a tiny fly, being slapped out. The thought in his mind at this time was: What kind of kung fu is this? How did he hit me? Then he hit the fiberglass of the tower.

From the water tower, there was a mournful "bang" sound.

Although Zhu Zhenrui didn't see clearly, the audience behind him saw everything clearly. The moment Zhu Zhenrui turned around and was about to kick him, Lin Zhinuo used the exact same action to directly kick Zhu Zhenrui away. He really flew away.

Get up instead of stumbling back

Everyone couldn't help but exclaimed, with horrified expressions on their faces. How powerful this must be to kick people into the air, just like watching a Bruce Lee Kung Fu movie.

It's simply unbelievable.

Gao Yuemei looked at Lin Zhinuo standing in the center of the platform, and there were only two words left in her heart: "So handsome! So handsome." Then the joy in her heart exploded into six words: "He's so handsome. !”

She looked at Lin Zhinuo, who was as calm and peaceful as a stone Buddha, and her heart was like a deer, and a sweetness surged into her heart and began to overflow.

"Why are you so dazed! Why don't you go and see Zhu Zhenrui?" Shen Youyi pulled Gao Yuemei.

Gao Yuemei said "Oh", took a few steps forward, and pushed Shen Youyi towards Zhu Zhenrui, "Please help me take a look. To be honest, I really don't want to look at him anymore." "

At this time, Zhu Zhenrui had already stood up tremblingly against the water tower. Although Cheng Mo's strong and heavy kick was not scientific at all, it was not the key to kicking after all. As a professional Sanda athlete, his ability to resist injuries is better than that of ordinary people. Much stronger.

"Others start attending your birthday, they like you again, and they start fighting over you."

"Did I ask him to hit him? He asked for it." Seeing Zhu Zhenrui standing up on his own, and Cheng Mo already turning around and walking towards the exit of the rooftop, Gao Yuemei eagerly whispered in Shen Youyi's ear: "Please, good sister, greet them for me and I'll go check on Lin Zhinuo." After saying that, Gao Yuemei chased after Cheng Mo, her high heels beating a rapid drumbeat on the rough cement floor.

"You bastard! Don't run away! I haven't lost yet! Zhu Zhenrui, who stood up, suddenly roared at Cheng Mo. This unwilling voice restored tranquility to the originally noisy platform.

Everyone present stopped talking and turned their attention to Cheng Mo who was walking through the crowd.

Cheng Mo stopped and looked back.

"As long as I don't admit defeat, this one-on-one challenge will not end!" Zhu Zhenrui walked towards the center of the platform trembling slightly, like a fallen warrior returning to the ring, with huge fighting spirit burning in his body.
Chapter completed!