Chapter 1012

Philip Mexes carefully pushed open the door of the utility room at the end of the remote passage, and saw Zhuoyang sitting on a pile of cotton pads, holding a bottle of mineral water, waiting for him while drinking.

Max's stare at Zhuoyang was bleeding. Last time, he suffered the biggest loss in his life in fighting, especially when he was slapped in the face by Zhuoyang. It was a shame in his life. Because of his family experience, Max has been paranoid since he was a child. Let alone strangers, he is a good friend who does not agree with him. He fought a lot more fights than Zhuoyang from childhood. After all, Zhuoyang seldom makes trouble on his own initiative. Most of the time, it's because others don't like his arrogance and then kill him.

Mexes is not weak and can't compare with those professional players, but there are few opponents in the common people. Even in the strong professional players, Mexes can be called a fighter. When he was 11 years old, because of the rash challenge to the middle school gangsters in the field, Mexes, who was in a physical disadvantage, was beaten and went to the wild road boxing hall to practice for half a year. Since then, he never lost in the fight, at least one-on-one lost.

After entering the professional football world, there are many fewer fights in Mexes. It's too luxurious to fight once in this industry. It's not enough to pay a fine to earn a little. It's all the gold eggs that can't be touched. In a few conflicts with teammates or opponents, Mexes also won the rolling victory. Therefore, he was very unconvinced that day when he lost to Zhuoyang in boxing and feet, and also somewhat expected to match the match.

On that day, Zhuoyang was controlled by many people and mixed hands. It was not because of the mess that Max failed to play out. People who have fought group fight know that too many people will lead to mistakes. Often you weigh a brick and try to rush up, but you shoot your own face full of peach blossom. The teacher Fu was killed by random fists. What good fists and feet could not be used in the crowd. An expert, Zeng Zhenger's eight classics, has analyzed: Why did Guo Jing and Huang Yaoshi, the most skilled northern Xia, die in the battle to defend Xiangyang?

Zhuoyang felt the same way. When he reached for his hand that day, he felt that Mexes had two abilities. He was not the player's ordinary physical strength and flexible coordination. He had several punches on his face. Since leaving Xi'an to study in Europe five years ago, there have been only a handful of fights, which are not allowed in the environment or in the profession. This has made Zhuoyang a bit skilful.

On the one hand, it's better to have a good fight than a Champions League final.

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"long tail? Close the door! " Through the depth of the open room, Zhuoyang raised his eyebrows and scolded Mexes.

The more you look, the more annoying you are! Mexes is very unaccustomed to the face of Zhuoyang, perhaps because he and Zhuoyang are two opposite people in character. In Max's view, Zhuoyang is too lucky and casual. He is so happy with Totti. Of course, Mexes would never admit that it all came from his jealousy, because he never looked at his character, and he didn't realize it.

What makes Mexes even more disgusted is that Zhuoyang talks too much. Playing a ball on the court, Bi forces him to nag endlessly. If he doesn't know it, he has to force magnetism. If he has a little spare time with his Milan teammates, he has to talk about it. Mexes is a mug mouth gourd, he saw Zhuoyang mouth skin kept turning and wanted to take the sole of the shoes to plug up. This is not, as soon as we meet Zhuoyang, we'll talk to him. Max's mouth is stupid. He's determined not to let Zhuoyang talk so much nonsense.

Mexes was furious when he hit the door with his backhand. "Come directly. I didn't bring anything with me. We'll see Zhen Zhang on the fist and foot. Let me explain to you first... "

"There's too much bullshit in a fight!" Put down the mineral water in his hand, Zhuoyang jumped down from the mat.

Max: "..." Let a man with more bullshit talk than shit talk about him. Who does Max reason with?

So Max stopped talking. After hand in hand, I didn't dare to be careless. When I pulled my arms back and forth, I rushed to the past. When I came near, I would swing my fist.

"Come on," Zhuoyang let go, then closed the door with both hands to seal the ensuing left gun. His left leg bent to the outside and kicked Mexes out of the side. Whether he is an expert or not depends on his consistency and coordination in the combination of fist and leg, which Mexes does quite well.

The arm frame pushes Mexes away, and Zhuoyang starts to stride in place, just like Bruce Lee. In fact, in real combat, this kind of step is of little use, and most of it is provocative.

This time it's jab and hook. Zhuoyang uses side flash and iron lock to separate, and then avoids the successive elbow and knee strokes.

For several rounds in a row, Zhuoyang didn't fight back. He just used his body method and moves to dodge in defence. In fact, the last time I played Zhuoyang, it was determined that Mexes was not his opponent. Since he was able to make an appointment, he must have a score in mind. Today, after several times of careful taste, Zhuoyang gradually saw the boxing path of Mexes. Of course, in the process, he also got a few touches on the shoulder, but it's nothing.

Mexes and Zhuoyang are about the same height, slightly stronger, and their absolute strength should be higher than Zhuoyang, which can be felt. Max's speed and strength are quite good. He is obviously a good fighter. But through close observation, Zhuo Yang also found two defects of max.First of all, he can't fall. After several close combat, Mexes didn't show the habit of a wrestler who is good at wrestling. This shows that he didn't practice in this area. Zhuoyang is proficient in the rule of falling. Before the last big slap, Max was thrown to the ground by Zhuoyang.

Secondly, Mexes is a very skillful street fighting, relying on muscle memory from fighting experience.

Both of them are two swords. They are not professional fighters. They have learned Kung Fu for two days. But the difference between them is that Mexes is learning to fight with the team in Caotai, and the coaches are all two swords. Zhuoyang is the best Kungfu expert, and his kungfu is also the most comprehensive and practical skill.

The most important point is that Zhuoyang is good at using his brain. This is quite different from Mexes who fights with pure test experience and muscle memory, that is to say, Zhuoyang can see through his boxing path, but Mexes can't at all.

In the next few rounds, Zhuoyang has been very clear about Max's habit of kicking and punching. For example, what kind of fist will he take when jabbing and how to kick when cannon boxing comes down. Mexes had never met an opponent who had to shake his wits in a fight. He was still punching like rain and running like wind. He was breathing heavily and sweating out.

After thinking about it, Zhuoyang suddenly makes a move. He slipped sideways, dodged Max's face-to-face punch, grabbed his neck and cut his head from his side, twisted his waist and buttocks, and threw his upper body down to the ground with a quick hip fall.