Chapter 98

The eloquent black host inevitably made an opening speech again: "in the last few days of the round robin, there have been two performances that have been brilliant, even seconds to kill opponents. One of them is Chinese Kung Fu from China. Zhao long, the Chinese guard, seems to embody the most incisively and vividly. With his excellent fighting ability, Zhao long has won the top four in the successive competitions these days. He has almost no resistance to advance to the top four. Mike, the legendary Guard officer of the United States, has also passed the customs and won the top four all the way Li, Mike was once the champion of the American free fight competition, and also the champion of last year's exchange conference. One is the leader of Oriental kungfu, the other is the American champion who performs American boxing masterly. The fight between them will be the highlight of the whole match. Before the official start of the match, please allow me to interview these two fighting King level figures. "

The black host approached Mike with a microphone and a very humorous expression: "Oh, great Mr. Mike, can you tell me if you feel any pressure in the face of a Chinese Kung Fu leader?"

Mike poked his neck, shrugged his shoulders and said confidently, "I don't feel the pressure, maybe a little, but I'm confident to beat Zhao long. Although we are good friends. "

Then the black host asked, "can you tell me in detail how much you think you have won?"

Mike made an arc in the air and said, "in my opinion, I have little chance to lose. I believe in my ability. "

Mike's almost arrogant words fully expressed the American's unique self-confidence, and won the scene bursts of shouting and shouting.

The black host approached me again and asked, "Oh, Mr. Zhao long, do you think you have a chance to beat the Mike? Or, looking at his performance the other day, what do you think is your chance? "

I stood upright and looked down at the tunnel: "I don't want to promise or predict anything. No one knows what will happen in the future. But I can tell you responsibly that when it comes to fighting skills, I still say that China is the ancestor of martial arts, and there is no country whose martial arts history is comparable to that of China. In the world, many countries' martial arts and fighting skills are evolved from Chinese martial arts. Now, Chinese martial arts have become a world-renowned synonym and are increasingly accepted by world martial arts Love and affection of lovers. It's not that I'm not modest enough to say these words here. It's true. Chinese Kung Fu is profound and has a history of thousands of years. Today, I will use what I know to teach my American friends how to fight. "

The black host smiled and said, "OK, good. I can foretell that the game between you will be one of the most wonderful episodes of the whole game. Good luck to you. "

Then Mike and I went to the central arena in two directions.

Along the way, there were cheers and company.

Sitting in the corridor, there are several young girls with yellow skin. They are avant-garde and reserved. When I pass by them, I feel excited. A girl reaches out and touches my boxing gloves. In a standard Chinese voice, she says in a soft voice, "come on, brother Zhao. You can't take care of your life!"

It's no doubt that the accent is Chinese or overseas Chinese.

I also saw the small five-star red flag in their hands, waving it to cheer me up.

One of my answers smiled and whispered, "thank you."

Then move on.

On the edge of the challenge arena, dream has already led the cheerleading team to be ready. Seeing me coming, he gave me a bright smile.

Mike and I stepped over the ropes and onto the challenge arena.

The lady who raised the sign of "the first round" lightheartedly, walked around for a week, and then went down again.

This means that the fight between Mike and I has begun.

After Mike and I showed each other friendship, Mike confidently said to me: "Zhao long, I will defeat you, with my fist."

And I said, "Mike, now I have to mention someone to you. Maybe you won't be so confident after listening. "

"Who?" Mike asked

I blurted out, "Mr. Huang."

Hearing the name, Mike's face changed.

I don't know what kind of nightmare Huang brought to Mike, but when I mentioned the name, Mike lost his confidence for a moment.

Mike asked, "do you know Mr. Huang?"

I said, "Mr. Huang is my master. I just learned art from him some time ago. "

Mike's face turned white and his hands were shaking a little.

Through Mike's performance, I realized that it seems that pabluk's words are not rumours. Mike is really afraid of old man Huang, and not the general fear. As for what happened between them and what kind of encounter they had, it seems impossible to know. But just from Mike's expression, I instantly realized the greatness of Huang Laozi. Maybe, he is like an eternal legend of martial arts, although not known by people, but he quietly shook the whole world.

Maybe I mentioned Huang to him as an application of psychological tactics. Looking at Mike who lost most of his confidence, I was full of confidence.

Finally, Mike took the lead in launching the attack, waving his huge fist and flying towards my head.

Speed is like lightning, almost invisible.

I tilted my head, dodged easily, and then fought Mike with the combination of the empty and the real.

At this time, it's unrealistic to say that I'm not nervous at all, although I'm quite natural on the surface and confident. But in the face of strong opponents, I also have more or less tension. After all, this competition is related to the honor of the country and the competition between two different nationalities. At the same time, it also has an extremely profound influence on whether I can enter the final championship and runner up competition.

On the face of it, Mike and I competed in the same stage. It seems that there is a big difference in strength. I'm ten centimeters shorter than Mike, and my weight is only two-thirds of my opponent's. It's hard to win if I think of Mike's excellent performance before. Before that, Mike had killed his opponent several times in a row. Although I have been instructed by Mr. Huang, but after all, time is limited. Mike is one of the most powerful boxers in the United States and the most proud legendary bodyguard around bush. It is an unprecedented challenge to compete with him.

Mike's physical fitness is quite good. He's big and muscular. He's also very flexible. In the face of such a strong opponent, I know that if I fight hard with him, it must be me who is injured. So I can only use my strength, or try to attack his weak parts and win with speed.

Mike's ferocity is not just a wave of fame, his fist has both strength and speed, attack with a burst of fist wind. Fortunately, I'm flexible enough not to be hit by his big fist. According to Mike's boxing strength, if he is hit, the consequences are unimaginable.

To be exact, at the beginning of the game, I was only able to dodge the block and almost couldn't attack at all, but I quickly saw through an important flaw of Mike. When Mike attacked, his body center of gravity was not particularly stable, which was very helpful for me to use force, gravity and wind to sail. When Mike's fist hit me, I dodged to the side, grabbed the opponent's wrist with a flash of thunder, and pulled him out in the direction of his strength. Mike almost jumped into the air, stumbled forward for a few steps, but didn't fall down.

After several rounds of continuous use of force, Mike's attack was solved by me one after another, and Mike seemed to be completely enraged. Therefore, he also grasped the discretion in attack, controlled the center of gravity, made the fist more stable, received the fist faster, and possessed both attack and defense.

As a result, my strategy of "using force to fight" is almost impossible to work.

Mike's physical strength also made me blush. I had intended to use up his physical strength, but in this way, Mike's physical strength is not in inverse proportion to his huge body. He is still fighting like a tiger, making it hard for me to parry.

Finally, I was caught off guard. I only dodged half of the way. My fist hit me in the face. Fortunately, I dodged to the side and rubbed my cheek with my fist. I felt a sharp pain in my cheek, but I couldn't take that much into account. I continued to improve my vigilance and stared at Mike's fist. I tried to make sure he didn't have any chance to punch.

However, what never occurred to me was that Mike would suddenly attack. Although his leg technique is not as good as taekwondo and karate, but kicking in the body is also a serious injury. His oblique side kick was quite quick and powerful, and hit me in the abdomen with a lightning bolt. Maybe I focused too much on his fist and didn't pay much attention to his footwork. Because in my subconscious, American boxers seldom use their legs to attack and defend.

It's just that my judgment is really wrong.

I stepped back a few steps, covering the belly he was kicking, only to see Mike had come up crazy.

Mike used both fists and feet. He seemed to want to end the fight quickly. Facing the fierce opponent who was approaching, I stepped back in shock until I stepped back to the side of the rope. In the situation of no way to go back, I jumped up in the air, with my hands skimming on Mike's shoulder, performed a difficult somersault, and turned over Mike's head.

This moment, shocked everyone.

The audience was stunned by my stupidity.

But no matter how handsome the action is, it's hard to change the situation. As soon as I stand firm, Mike quickly turns around and continues to launch a fierce attack. The power of his fist is not only not reduced, but also stronger and fiercer, and its speed is much faster than before.

A wave of fist wind came in my ear, I dodged with a little difficulty. Finally, I took a look at Mike's empty space and hit him in the abdomen. Unexpectedly, Mike didn't seem to respond to the attack at all. The fist hit him as if it hit him on wood. It didn't have a very obvious effect on him at all. I was shocked by his ability to fight.

But Mike was further enraged, only to see him fly a fist, hit me.

When the fist hit, I suddenly fell down