Xiao Yong got up from the ground, with anger flashing in his eyes!
This is the first time since he was young that he was laid down by someone!
Still in this way.
Zheng Tiequan on the opposite side smiled and said: "Come on, continue!"
Xiao Yong raised his fist and smashed it.
It's just that although Zheng Tiequan is in his forties, his steps are still nimble.
He ducked back slightly, and Xiao Yong's fist grazed his face!
Xiao Yong was like an angry lion, rushing towards Zheng Tiequan again.
"There are too many redundant movements and the range of movements is too large, which affects the speed of punching. It's pretty good for amateurs. But if you want to play professionally, it's far worse."
Zheng Tiequan commented while dodging.
"Bang!"
He casually punched Xiao Yong again!
"You are too impatient. The second lesson is that anger should be kept outside the court. During the game, never let your opponent's behavior affect your own judgment! Stay calm!"
"Bang bang!"
As Zheng Tiequan said this, he punched Xiao Yong twice in the face again!
After two more punches, Xiao Yong was in pain, but he also regained some composure.
He listened to what Zheng Tiequan said.
Xiao Yong's eyes became even sharper...
He slowed down the pace of his attack, raised his arms, and protected his head.
Start slowly trying to get close to Zheng Tiequan!
"Bang bang!"
Another two punches hit, but this time, they only hit Xiao Yong's frame!
Xiao Yong remained calm and began to take a deep breath...
Suddenly, he surrendered and rushed forward with both feet, diving down to hug him!
At this moment, Zheng Tiequan quickly retreated with both feet, not giving Xiao Yong a chance to hug his legs, and directly hugged Xiao Yong at the same time.
"Third, the offensive intention should not be too obvious! Otherwise it will be difficult to achieve results!"
He gasped and gritted his teeth.
Xiao Yong desperately tried to overturn him, but was unable to fully hold the opponent's legs. He could only hold Zheng Tiequan's waist, and the two began to wrestle.
On the ground, the two people kept exerting force and made heavy breathing sounds.
Fighting is the most physically demanding sport.
In basketball and football, it is not a problem to beat him for about an hour in a game, but fighting is not good. Taking mixed martial arts as an example, many players will have physical problems in the third and fourth rounds.
Zheng Tiequan is already in his forties. Although he still maintains a certain degree of training, his physical fitness is somewhat inferior to Xiao Yong.
After four minutes of entanglement, the two of them were both sweating profusely!
"Hey!" Xiao Yong shouted, used his strength again, directly picked up Zheng Tiequan, and threw him horizontally!
The two fell to the ground at the same time, but Xiao Yong had already taken the upper position!
"Teacher Zheng, I know that hugging and wrestling will definitely be ineffective! But I have to consume your physical energy! This is my advantage!" Xiao Yong said while trying to hold the position!
Only then did Zheng Tiequan realize that this guy was smarter than he thought.
Obviously, after experiencing the initial anger, Xiao Yong calmed down and analyzed the pros and cons of both parties!
What is his greatest strength?
Wrestling skills! Young!
If he continues to fight with Zheng Tiequan, he will only be abused unilaterally!
Even though he has an advantage in wingspan, the technical gap between the two is still there.
The other thing is wrestling.
But if the opponent can enter the UFC, he won't be too weak in wrestling!
At the very least, there is absolutely no problem with anti-falling.
So Xiao Yong knows very well that even if he dives and hugs him, it will not have very good results!
However, he still chose to hug and throw!
Because Xiao Yong knows very well that as long as the distance between the two parties is shortened and Zheng Tiequan is not given too much room to exert force, even if he takes some punches and kicks, there is no way to end him in the end!
At close range, the opponent must protect himself from falling!
Then it becomes a waste of physical strength!
Physical strength versus consumption is the biggest advantage for my younger self.
At this time, Zheng Tiequan, who was pushed to the ground, realized that he had underestimated the fighting IQ of the kid in front of him.
He can quickly find his own advantages and make plans.
This is extremely rare!
At this time, Zheng Tiequan had already felt that there was a problem with his physical strength!
There is no way. After retiring, although I have maintained a certain level of training, the intensity is not high, my diet is not controlled, and I like to drink. As I get older, my physical fitness will inevitably decline.
After several minutes of fighting, his physical strength has reached the bottom.
"Okay, let go of me!" Zheng Tiequan gasped.
Xiao Yong did not let go, and continued to exert force.
While exerting his strength, he said with a bad smile: "Hey, Teacher Zheng, that won't work. You just taught me three lessons. Who knows if there is a fourth lesson? When I watch mixed martial arts games, I have to completely surrender my opponent.
Either you admit defeat honestly, or you wait for me to make a move and just tell me to let go, I will definitely not believe you!"
While he was talking, Xiao Yong took advantage of Zheng Tiequan's weak strength. He pressed Zheng Tiequan's right hand with his left hand and pressed his other hand with his knee. He raised his fist and smashed it!
Zheng Tiequan said nothing!
Xiao Yong really guessed it right!
He really has the fourth lesson. If Xiao Yong lets go like this, he will definitely punch Xiao Yong twice with his backhand!
"Bang!"
The fist hit Zheng Tiequan on the head!
But he was extremely happy!
How long has it been since you felt this way?
He continued to struggle hard. It was obvious that although he was old, he still had a strong desire to win!
But his physical strength was not enough to support him in breaking free.
Still being pinned down by Xiao Yong, he punched him a few more times!
Xiao Yong discovered that Zheng Tiequan's face had been bleeding from the nose.
He hesitated a little...
At this moment, Zheng Tiequan underneath him was still struggling. Feeling Xiao Yong's hesitation, he gritted his teeth and shouted angrily: "Why did you stop! Who told you to stop? Lesson 4: In the ring, don't show any concern for your opponent.
Be soft-hearted!”
Xiao Yong knew that the man beneath him did not need anyone's mercy!
After a few more punches, Zheng Tiequan was in confusion and his consciousness was already a little unclear. Xiao Yong directly took his arm and placed his legs on him. He completed the submission with a cross stick!
"Teacher, it's over..."
Zheng Tiequan patted Xiao Yong's thigh... During the game, this was already a signal to give up the game.
Xiao Yong let go of his hand.
The two were lying on the ground.
Zheng Tiequan looked at the ceiling and sighed: "If I were fifteen years younger, you would not be my opponent..."
"Now if you are serious and let us fight, I will not be your opponent." Xiao Yong knew very well that the two men's standing skills were very different.
If he wasn't wearing protective gear, he might have become unconscious after just a few punches.
"The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. You're good, boy!"
Zheng Tiequan sat up, looked at Xiao Yong in front of him, and laughed.
At this time, Xiao Yong in his eyes is the hope for the future!
It's just... this hope seems a bit too fierce.
When the two of them fought just now, when Xiao Yong was serious, the ferocious energy exuded from his body made him feel a little frightened!