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Black Chair, who had great eloquence, could not help but once again spout out an opening statement, "In the round-robin tournament of the past few days, there have been two people who have been brilliant, unstoppable, and even insta-killing their opponents. One of them was the Chinese kungfu from China, on the body of the Chinese Security Zhao Long, it seemed to be fully displayed. Relying on his strong fighting skills, Zhao Long had been able to suppress the rest in the past few days and stand out, reaching the top 4 without any problems. On the way, the legendary security officer Mike from the United States also passed through without any problems and entered the top 4. One was a master of oriental kung fu, the other a superb American boxing master, and the confrontation between them would be the highlight of the match. Before the official start of the competition, please allow me to interview these two fighting king level characters. "

Black Chair brought the microphone closer to Mike, and asked with a humorous expression: "Oh, great Mr. Mike, can you tell me, against an outstanding Chinese kungfu, do you not feel any pressure?"

Mike drew an arc in the air with his hand, and said: "In my opinion, I basically don't have any chance to lose. I believe in my ability. "

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

I smiled back and replied softly, "Thank you."

Then he moved on.

On the side of the stage, You Meng had already led the cheering squad to get ready. When she saw me walking over, he smiled brightly.

Mike and I stepped past the cordage s and onto the stage.

The Miss Lifting Card raised her' First Round 'sign lightly, circled around the field, and then lightly walked down.

This means that the battle between Mike and I has already begun.

After Mike and I expressed our friendship, Mike said to me full of confidence, "Zhao Long, I will defeat you, use my fist."

I didn't want to be outdone: "Mike, I have to mention someone to you right now. Maybe you won't be so confident after hearing it. "

Mike asked: "Who?"

I blurted out, "Old Master Huang."

Hearing that name, Mike's face suddenly changed.

I don't know what kind of nightmare the Old Master Huang had for Mike, but when I mentioned this name, Mike instantly lost the confidence he had a moment ago.

Mike asked: "You know Old Master Huang?"

I said, "Old Master Huang is my master. I just learned from him a while ago. "

Mike's face became pale, and his hands in a boxing posture, were actually trembling slightly.

Through Mike's performance, I realized that Pablok's words weren't a rumor. Mike was actually somewhat afraid of the Old Master Huang, and was even not just out of the ordinary. As for what actually happened between them, or what kind of fortuitous encounters they had, it was already impossible to tell, but just from Mike's expression, I instantly understood the greatness of the Old Master Huang. Perhaps, he was just like an eternal legend in the martial arts world. Although no one knew about him, he had silently shocked the entire world.

Maybe when I mentioned the Old Master Huang to him, it could be considered an application of psychological tactics. Looking at Mike who had lost half of his confidence, I was filled with confidence.

In the end, it was Mike who took the initiative to attack. He brandished his huge fist and flew towards my head.

It was as fast as lightning and nearly invisible.

I tilted my head, easily dodging the attack, and then used the combination of real and fake fist techniques to clash with Mike.

At this point, it would be unrealistic to say that I wasn't nervous at all, even though I appeared quite natural and confident on the surface. However, facing a strong opponent, I am more or less nervous. After all, this competition was related to the honor of the country. It was related to the contest between the two races. At the same time, it has a profound impact on my ability to enter the final runner-up tournament.

On the surface, the difference between Mike and I on the same stage seems to be very huge. I was 10 cm shorter than Mike, and my weight was also only two-thirds of my opponent's. Before this, Mike had already defeated his opponent multiple times. Mike is one of the most powerful fist kings in the United States, and also the most prided legendary bodyguard beside Xiao Ba. Fighting against him, is definitely an unprecedented challenge.

Mike's physical fitness was good, his physique was tall and sturdy, his muscles strong and his body abnormally nimble. Facing such a powerful opponent, I knew that if I were to fight him head on, I would definitely be the one injured. Thus, I could only borrow strength, or try my best to attack his weak points to win with speed.

Mike's ferocity was not just for show, his fist had strength and speed, and when it attacked, it brought along a gust of wind. Fortunately, my body was quite nimble, so I wasn't hit by his sandbag sized fist. With Mike's boxing strength, if he was struck, the consequences would be unimaginable.

To be exact, during the start of the match, I only moved my body to block, and was almost unable to take the initiative to attack. However, I quickly saw through an important flaw of Mike's, when he attacked, his body's center of gravity was not particularly stable. When Mike's fist struck me, I dodged to the side, and at the same time, I grabbed onto my opponent's wrist with a lightning speed. I pulled hard towards the direction where Mike used his strength to attack, causing Mike to be almost knocked into the air.

After a few consecutive rounds of borrowing the force from me, Mike's attacks were neutralized by me. Mike seemed to be thoroughly enraged, thus he caught hold of his limits when he attacked, controlling his center of gravity. His punches became more stable, his fists retreated even faster, both offense and defense both offense and defense.

It almost never worked again.

Originally, I had even wanted to consume some of his strength, but looking at it this way, Mike's strength wasn't inversely proportional to his enormous body, so he was still able to fight back vigorously, making it difficult for me to defend against him.

I was caught off guard by the punch and was only able to dodge halfway before my fist landed on my face. Luckily I dodged to the side a little and my fist grazed past my cheek, I felt an intense pain on my cheek, but I couldn't think too much about it. My vigilance continued to rise as my eyes stared straight at Mike's fist, trying to prevent him from punching out as hard as possible.

However, I never expected that Mike would suddenly attack. Although his kicks were not as good as those of Taekwondo and karate, it was still a serious injury when it landed on his body. His sidesaddle was fast and powerful, and he hit me in the stomach with lightning speed. Perhaps I had been too focused on his fist to notice the movement of his lower body. Because in my subconscious, American boxers rarely use their legs to attack or defend.

Except, my judgement was indeed completely wrong.

I held onto my abdomen that was kicked by him and retreated a few steps, only to see that Mike had already closed in on me crazily.

Mike used all his strength, as though he wanted to end this battle quickly. Facing this strong opponent who was approaching step by step, I retreated while feeling shocked, until I reached the side of the cordage. In a situation where I had nowhere to retreat to, I leapt into the air, placed my hands on Mike's shoulders and lightly touched the water, performed a high difficulty somersault and flipped over Mike's head.

At this moment, it shocked everyone.

The audience was stunned by my handsome actions.

However, no matter how handsome his movements were, it would not change the situation. Just as I steadied myself, Mike quickly turned around and continued his fierce attack. Not only did his fists not decrease in strength, they became stronger and fiercer, and his speed was much faster than before.

A gust of wind whistled by my ears, and I managed to dodge it with some difficulty. Finally, I managed to strike at the right time, striking at Mike's abdomen. Unexpectedly, Mike did not have any reaction to this attack, the fist that struck his body was like hitting a piece of wood, it did not have any obvious effects on him. His resilience shocked me.

Mike was enraged, he immediately threw another punch, smashing towards me.

When the fist hit me, I suddenly fell down --