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Name:The Master Bodyguard Author:
Of course, he didn't knock him down, but fell to the ground by himself.

After my body fell to the ground, I used my elbows to support my body as both of my legs actually held onto Mike's fists tightly.

When I used my legs to attack again, Mike had already retracted his fist, and Mike began to pay attention to my lower body, two-thirds of his gaze was on my lower body, to prevent me from hitting suddenly.

While they were resting, You Meng waved her small Five-Star Red Flag and shouted: "Zhao Long, use more leg techniques. It seems that American is most afraid of your leg techniques."

I extended my finger out towards You Meng and shushed him with a finger, intending to make her pay attention to the situation and what she should do.

But You Meng's words were heard by Mike by the side. Perhaps it was because he had suffered a setback from failure, he glared at You Meng angrily, but stopped himself from speaking.

You Meng smacked her tongue, realizing that she had lost her composure.

But I could see You Meng's concern for me. She was worried for me, encouraging me. Perhaps she had already thrown herself into this special atmosphere and was looking forward to my victory from the bottom of her heart.

Miss Lifting Card brought up her' second round 'sign and circled around the field for a week before starting the prelude to the second round.

Mike whispered to me, "Your leg is so powerful, it makes me dizzy and disoriented." He then took the lead in launching an attack.

But at this moment, no matter how fierce his fists are, I have already grasped the situation. I continuously used my legs to defend against attacks, and intentionally got close to the cordage. When he rushed over, I swung his fists to attack, but I used the momentum to grab onto the other arm, and pushed myself forward. Due to inertia, Mike was thrown out of the cordage's reach.

The entire audience was shocked.

When Mike went back onto the stage from outside the stage, it seemed to indicate that his powerful attack had ended.

I consecutively used serial leg, and caught Mike off guard each and every time. Within a minute, he had already been hit on the face by me multiple times, and unknowingly, he was beaten into a mess of flesh and blood.

After the third match ended, I defeated Mike with absolute superiority.

When the referee raised my hand in excitement and surprise, I discovered that Mike's eyes were shining with a special light.

He was depressed.

Victory and defeat was a common occurrence in the military, and it was the same in the arena. Although he was the previous champion of combat, but this year, he could no longer bring back the former style.

A burst of crazed cheers came from below the stage. You Meng's cheering squad and countless Chinese citizens all waved the five star red flag in their hands, celebrating this moment.

That is to say, I am now one step closer to the Champions League.

With the joy of victory, I rested for an hour or so.

Next, is the battle between Pablok and I.

When Pablok followed old Bush to China, we had a fight, so I didn't have any doubts about him. At the same time, Pablok seemed to hold no hope of fighting with me this time. After all, he was once my defeated opponent, and now that I had defeated his master, Mike, he no longer had any illusions about defeating me in two true combat duels.

Therefore, when Pablok and I were standing together on the stage, Pablok said humorously: "I think I'll give up this match, in case I get beaten up again."

Even the referee smiled slightly when he heard this and didn't deny it.

Of course, although this was just a joke from Pablok, it truly reflected his current state of mind and anxiety.

The bell sounded, and the competition had officially started. Pablok was the first to rush over, wanting to quickly seize the initiative and unleash a few moves.

Needless to say, his speed and strength are quite good, making me momentarily unable to catch up with him.

But to tell the truth, no matter how fast he was, he would never be faster than my fists and kicks, for which I defended myself with my legs from the start and met his menacing fists with my kicks. However, Pablok's punches did not loosen the slightest bit. It seemed that his determination to occupy the upper hand was extremely strong. Because he knew my strength and he knew he was no match for me, he tried to take the top spot as soon as possible, in hopes of a miracle.

After fighting for a few rounds like this, I did not launch any punches, but used my legs to block the attacks. Pablok only used his fists instead.

After the time is ripe, I suddenly turned around and rushed towards the cordage s at the west side. Pablok didn't know if it was a trick or not, but he had also followed and I quickly took two steps forward, jumped up vertically, and at the same time, raised my leg to attack. With a sweep across the air, I coincidentally swept across Pablok's face.

Pablok caressed his face, his face turning even more anxious. He suddenly changed his posture, crouched down slightly, and performed a few moves with his legs. His leg movements were quite fast, and he could clearly hear the friction between his pants and the air.

As we slowly approached him again, Pablok tried to get close to him time and time again. I don't know what kind of tricks he was playing, but didn't he want to use his legs? If it was in close range, there was no way to use leg techniques. Did he want to do something else?

I purposely made a mistake, allowing Pablok to get closer. I used my hook fist to attack and defend, Pablok's defense wasn't bad, it was difficult for me to hit him quickly. As a result, I decided to use my own serial fist and my own consecutive kicks. This is Li Xiaolong's unique skill, and also my unique skill in dealing with enemies. After years of hard work, I have already mastered these two ultimate skills of Li Xiaolong's. This skill is like my trump card, helping me to tide through my crisis, or maybe I just wanted to end it as soon as possible.

Pablok held onto his attack and defense posture, swaying his body as he approached me, raising his fist to block my fist, I used my arm to block and quickly took a step back.

Retreating a suitable distance, pa pa pa pa, continuously using three kicks, hitting Pablok's knees, stomach and chest respectively. Perhaps, no one could tell how my three kicks came out. The wind in my legs was pure. It was so fast that it was hard to tell with the naked eye.

After being struck three times, Pablok quickly retreated two steps, his expression changing slightly.

I can't give him any more chances to retaliate, I took another step forward, and then another three kicks. However, these three kicks were not enough to hit Pablok, and after receiving those three kicks, Pablok had learnt his lesson and knew how to defend himself.

However, even though I didn't manage to hit him, it was already destined to be in my active position. I continued changing my attacking style and instead, executed three consecutive punches. Pablok dodged with all his might, but my serial fist was a combination of both real and fake, and my speed was so fast that he could not tell which fist was real and which one was fake.

In regards to this, Pablok was forced to continuously retreat.

Suddenly, I took a step back and my body jumped up, with a powerful sweep of my leg, I struck Pablok's face, causing him to tilt slightly, following that, I used a Soaring Bullet and kicked Lin Fei's chin, causing Lin Fei's head to tilt backwards, bringing his body along with him as he fell onto the ground.

This fall had completely determined his defeat.

After three rounds, Pablok was completely exhausted.

Of course, it also confirmed my victory.

… ….

After connecting the two games, it was tantamount to indirectly establishing my qualification for the finals.

What was even more unexpected was that in the round-robin tournament between the American Guard Mike and Katherf, Katherf actually took the initiative to attack him crazily as soon as he got up on stage.

Mike's era passed by so easily.

Naturally, Katherf and I will be the finalists.

I felt the difficulty of the task, and the strength of the opponent.

Katherf, his strength is simply too strong.

It was so powerful that no one dared to underestimate it.