It was the first time for Wan Lin to enter the gymnasium. He twisted his neck and carefully checked the surroundings. The sports ground was designed in a ring, with the outside high and the inside low. In the middle of the field was a floored basketball court. A high platform was built in the center of the field, surrounded by
Surrounded by railings and ropes, a fighting platform was formed. Surrounded by circles of auditoriums from low to high, filled with tens of thousands of excited spectators.
The bell rang in the arena and the match was about to begin. Those who stepped onto the fighting ring from the lounge were Muay Thai master Kunce and karate master Ishihara.
At this time, the host's voice sounded from the loudspeaker in the venue: "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to watch the world's highest level of fighting competition. Currently standing on the stage are the Muay Thai masters who ranked third in the red team last time.
Kun Sai and the black karate master Ishihara, who has won the championship three times in a row. Let us look forward to them with warm applause to give us a wonderful game." The audience suddenly heard shouts like a mountain roar and a tsunami.
On the stage, Kunsai has an angular face and dark skin. He is about 1.8 meters tall and weighs 1,670 pounds. He stands on the stage with his feet slightly apart and his two hawk-like eyes staring directly at each other.
Eyes; Compared to his opponent, Shi Principle looked a little careless on the stage. He stood on the stage with his feet unsteady. He was similar in height to Kunsai, neither fat nor thin. He had a gloomy smile on his lips and two small eyes.
His eyes wandered left and right on the other person's body, his expression full of arrogance.
"哐" As the gong sounded, Kun Sai raised his right leg like lightning, and swept his high whip leg towards Ishihara's neck with the sound of wind. Then he took a step forward and raised his right elbow to hit Ishihara's chest, and his left leg struck again
It was a low sweep of the legs...a series of movements that were dizzying to watch.
Ishihara just dodged and gave in calmly. In a blink of an eye, Ishihara was forced to the southeast corner of the martial arts platform. Sekun raised his right leg and kneed it hard against the opponent's abdomen.
The entire audience was silent, stunned by Kun Sai's fierce offensive. With no way out, Ishihara suddenly stretched out his left hand and pushed his right knee to his lower abdomen. He lowered his body and slipped out from under Kun Sai's legs like lightning.
, turned behind Kunsai, raised his right foot and kicked his opponent hard on the head with a "pop", Kunsai flipped over the guardrail and fell to the audience.
After a while, "Okay!" the audience reacted and screamed like a landslide at the sudden outburst.
From the beginning of Kunsai's lightning attack, Wan Lin shook his head gently. His eyes never left Ishihara who was dodging quickly on the stage, and his eyes showed surprise from time to time.
Seeing the sudden reversal, Zhang Wa and Dali asked Wan Lin in disbelief, "The red side made no mistakes in attacking, so why did it suddenly lose?"
Wan Lin whispered, "The red team's offensive moves are very good, but the disadvantage is that it is slower than the black team; the black team deliberately exposed flaws when dodging, making the black team mistakenly believe that victory is in hand, and used the last move without leaving any room, so
He was too late to defend against Black's attack".
Zhang Wa and Dali recalled the battle just now and nodded repeatedly.
Kunsai, who was kicked off the stage, never got up again. Looking at Kunsai who was carried out directly on a stretcher, Wan Lin shook his head and said to the others, "Black is too shameless. This is a competition and communication, how can it kill someone?"
"The three girls widened their eyes and said in surprise, "No way? Why can't it be healed after being kicked?" Wan Lin said angrily, "Ishihara's kick was full of force, and it directly hit the vital part of the opponent's head.
"The red team will definitely not survive." After a while, the audience in the VIP seats who were connected to the backstage were whispering that Kunsai was already dead when he was carried to the emergency room.
After the host announced the results of the competition, Ishihara still had a gloomy smile on his face and walked off the fighting ring with his head raised.
Then came the Chinese Tai Chi master Sun Yuliang of the red side against the Spanish boxing master Simon of the black side. After the match started, Simon, who was about two meters tall and wrapped in bulging muscles, kept throwing jabs, left and right punches, and uppercuts;
Sun Yuliang moved quickly on the stage and kept drawing Tai Chi circles. After gradually becoming familiar with the opponent's attack moves, he stepped out with Simon's right foot and hit him in the face with his left fist. He suddenly caught the incoming left fist with both hands.
Pulling his fist back, he pushed his left shoulder up, pushing the charging Simon more than two meters away, and hit the guardrail on one side. Simon, who hit the guardrail, used the rebounding force of the guardrail to fly towards Sun Yuliang.
His left hand blocked the opponent's right hand, and his right hand hit the opponent's face with a right hook, and then knocked Sun Yuliang more than two meters away...
The two of them were going back and forth on the stage, and the fight was extremely fierce. There were constant cheers from the scene. Dali's eyes were straight when he looked at it. Zhang Wa stared at the stage and asked Wan Lin: "What do you think of the outcome?"
?" Wan Lin said, "The two are evenly matched. The Chinese players are flexible in their footsteps and have clever moves, and can often hit the opponent unexpectedly. They are strong on the outside, have skilled and powerful boxing skills, and have strong resistance to fights. It's hard to say who will win or lose."
Just as Wan Lin judged, the two people on the stage fought back and forth for more than half an hour, but neither one knocked down the other.
With the sound of the gong, the game time was up. When the referee announced that the red side Sun Yuliang had won by a narrow margin, the audience burst into thunderous applause for the Chinese players.
Wan Lin and others also stood up and applauded excitedly. Rongrong clapped her hands and shouted, "This is a fun watch, unlike the one just now that ended in just a few moments."
At this time, the host announced: After a half-hour break, the final of this tournament will be held, with the red side Sun Yuliang facing off against the black side Ishihara.
During the break, several people were discussing the outcome of the final. Dali said that Sun Yuliang would win, and Zhang Wa guessed that Ishihara would win. The two of them were red-faced. Wan Lin listened to their discussion with an expressionless face. Seeing that Wan Lin remained silent,
Xiaoya smiled and stretched her head over and asked, "Who do you think can win?"
Wan Lin had a worried look on his face, "Sun Yuliang has solid kung fu, flexible feet, and very good moves on his hands; Ishihara's movements are fast and precise, with no unnecessary points in the whole movement, and he is ruthless and can kill people with his attacks. This person is definitely a master."
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After the break, the two contestants came to the stage and clasped their fists and saluted each other. Ishihara still had a sinister smile on his face. As the gong sounded to start the final, the two of them quickly spun around the stage. Suddenly Ishihara stepped in front of Sun Yuliang.
With one step, two palms hit the middle of Sun Yuliang's arms respectively. Following the opponent's attack, Sun Yuliang suddenly squatted down, stretched out his arms, and approached Ishihara as fast as lightning. He raised his left knee and pushed it hard against Ishihara's lower abdomen.
Ishihara Ding flew diagonally upward.
"Okay!" The audience stood up and shouted loudly when they saw the performance of the Chinese players, and the stadium was filled with deafening cheers.
Ishihara, who was pushed away, fell on the stage and rolled a few times, then stood up. The sinister smile on his face disappeared, and his two small eyes shot out with a cold light.
He slowly moved on the stage and gradually approached Sun Yuliang.
Seeing his opponent approaching, Sun Yuliang pushed out his left palm quickly and followed up with his right leg to kick Ishihara's left armpit. At the same time as Sun Yuliang's move, Ishihara, who had been slowly approaching his opponent, suddenly avoided the opponent's left palm and slipped away like lightning.
He reached Sun Yuliang's side and kicked his opponent's crotch hard with his left foot. With a scream, Sun Yuliang flew straight up.
While kicking his opponent away, Ishihara quickly stepped forward, threw away the referee who rushed to stop the attack, grabbed the falling Sun Yuliang's body and slammed it down on the raised right knee, with a "click",
It directly broke Sun Yuliang's spine. Chinese player Sun Yuliang rolled off the stage like a puddle of mud.
Following this series of actions, there was tense silence in the audience. When Sun Yuliang rolled off the stage, loud curses suddenly burst out from the audience: "bastard", "foul", "beast"...
Seeing all this, Wan Lin and the other three stood up, their angry gazes directed towards Ishihara. The three girls had tears on their faces, closed their eyes tightly, and murmured, "This is murder! It's so cruel."