Vakim nodded, then looked up at Kuimulang with contempt, and said leisurely in Russian, "When my six-year-old nephew challenged me to a duel, he also threatened to let me taste his fist.
How hard!”
"Ha ha ha ha……"
His words immediately made all the Kleb team members laugh loudly.
Although he couldn't understand what Wakim was muttering, Kuimulang could guess from the reactions of the Kleb team members that what he said was not good, and a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes.
"Pooh!"
Kui Mulang spat on the ground with a gloomy expression, sneered, and became even more murderous.
At this time, Wakim took off his special combat uniform jacket and threw it to the ground.
Although the weather in the tropics is hot, the sun is too harsh and there are too many mosquitoes. In order to better protect themselves, most people still wear long clothes and long trousers.
As soon as the coat was taken off, Wakim revealed the gray-green vest underneath, as well as his muscular body, which was not far behind even compared to Kuimulang.
Both of them are tall and strong, like two hills. Their eyes are facing each other, and their murderous aura is everywhere, giving people the feeling of seeing sparks hitting the earth.
Wakim threw away his coat and jumped up in small steps, twisting his neck and moving his hands and feet to warm up.
Kui Mulang glanced at him calmly, then reached out to dust off his clothes and said calmly, "I don't even need to warm up to beat you!"
Wakim's eyes turned cold, he gritted his teeth hard, then kicked his feet, like a bloodthirsty cheetah, he pounced on the Kuimu Wolf opposite him like lightning, and at the same time, he fiercely dug his claws into Kuimu Wolf's throat.
His attack was caught off guard and was extremely swift. If it were an ordinary person, his throat would have been scratched by his claws. However, Kuimu Lang was not in a hurry. When he grabbed it with his claws, he made a mistake in his steps and his body suddenly shuddered.
On one side, it easily dodged the claw.
Wakim's expression changed, he turned his wrist, and once again grabbed Kuimulang's eyes with his backhand.
But Kuimulang had already expected it, and quickly reached out with his right hand, grabbed Wakim's wrist, and at the same time, he squeezed and twisted it hard.
Wakim's expression suddenly changed, and he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his wrist. He felt as if his wrist was being twisted by an iron pliers, almost breaking.
Fortunately, he reacted quickly. Using his left foot as a pivot, he leaned down and turned along with Kui Mulang's twisting force. At the same time, he raised his right foot like a scorpion's tail and hit Kui Mulang's head with his right foot.
.
Hearing the sudden sound of wind behind his head, Kuimu Lang's expression changed, he loosened his grip hurriedly, and quickly stepped back, only to be able to avoid Wakim's powerful and heavy kick.
Otherwise, even if his head is not broken by this kick, the pain will be excruciating.
"good!"
"good!"
The crowds on both sides suddenly burst into cheers. Kleb and others applauded Wakim's wonderful escape, while Yunzhou and Yanzi applauded Kuimulang's deft dodge.
In this round of fighting, the two of them were tied.
Wakim took the opportunity to take a step back, pinched his red and swollen wrist, and glared at Kuimu Lang coldly. The previous contempt was instantly wiped away, his eyes were solemn, and there was a faint trace of fear in his heart.
In just one fight, he could tell that Kui Mulang was much stronger than he thought!
Kuimulang's face was as dark as water, but there was a hint of caution in his eyes, and he was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that Wakim was huge, so fast, and so flexible, and his moves seemed simple, but in fact they were sharp.
So fierce, even if he is lightly swept by his hands and feet, a layer of flesh will be instantly scraped off!
"Ouch!"
Wakim shouted loudly, then showed his fangs again and attacked Kuimulang. In the blink of an eye, the two of them had already made dozens of attacks back and forth, and for a while they were evenly matched.
Kuimulang had never been exposed to Kleb's Systemma fighting technique before, but now that he was fighting with Wakim, he found that Wakim's moves were tricky and powerful, and had huge lethality. He did not dare to use force rashly for a while.
Use defense as offense, rather than a stalemate, and plan to figure out your fighting style first.
"Vakim, don't embarrass us Kleb!"
At this time, Shimontov on the side suddenly gave instructions in a deep voice in Russian, "Since it is a competition, there will inevitably be casualties. Even if you accidentally strike too hard and kill someone, I will help you take care of it!"