Peerless prodigal system

Li Ming used to be full of momentum, but now he is in a slump!
After receiving Wu Liang's punch firmly, a mouthful of blood gushed into his throat, and his mouth was full of bloody smell!

He clutched his chest and gritted his teeth to endure the pain. You could see that his teeth were already stained red with blood.

Only then did he realize that Wu Liang's strength was far superior to his!
The young man who just laughed at is a real master!
However, Li Ming still wanted to save face. Even though Wu Liang was much better than him, in order to keep his status and job, he still did not admit that Wu Liang was much better than him.

He relied on this to make a living. If he admitted that he was a rookie in front of Wu Liang, his fighting career would basically be half over, and it would be impossible to receive students in the future.

"Cough cough! Cough cough cough!"

Li Ming forcibly swallowed a mouthful of bloody saliva with a strong smell of blood, then forced himself to stand up, and quickly licked his red-stained teeth white with his tongue.

"You did have two blows. I was worried that I would hurt you, so at the moment you punched, I, I didn't make a shot, but boy, you are already great. When I didn't make a shot, your punch would It’s hard to beat me like this.”

In fact, Li Ming wanted to fight back, but Wu Liang punched so fast and aggressively that Li Ming had no time to react.

Hearing that Li Ming had found such a reason, Wu Liang raised his eyebrows slightly, and then he gave Li Ming a thumbs up.

He had never seen such a brazen person, and Li Ming convinced him.

His skin is thicker than the city wall, it seems that only in this way can he get the golden belt!
In fact, Wu Liang was quite disappointed.

This time it's for nothing again.

The golden belt sounds awesome, but it is so vulnerable.

Wu Liang's punch, he used Bajiquan, this punch was fierce and domineering, and the speed was extremely fast, relying on absolute explosive power and crushing.

But since the other party is the winner of the gold belt in free combat, no matter what, he is better than the six-dan black belt in Taekwondo before.

However, to Wu Liang's surprise, this golden belt is as rare as the sixth-degree black belt in Taekwondo.

At this time, those fighting students began to flatter Li Ming again.

It may be that they are used to kneeling and licking coaches, and they lack some accurate judgment on things.

The students had no doubts about Li Ming.

If Li Ming farts at this moment, these students would like to rush over and smell it. Is it strawberry flavored or curry chicken drumstick?Or cream cheese!

In short, the students seem to have been brainwashed by Li Ming.

"Coach Li advocates martial arts morality, courtesy first and then soldiers. Next, Coach Li is going to be serious!"

"The punch just now was obviously Coach Li giving way to the opponent. When the opponent punched him, Coach Li didn't even make a move. He really is a good senior!"

"I'm looking forward to the next battle between Coach Li and the opponent. My blood is surging!"

"Coach Li, come again, come again!"

These few students don't know that Li Ming is depressed.

How could Li Ming dare to come again, just this punch made him see blood, if he came again, he would probably go to the hospital.

However, Li Ming was also very grateful to Wu Liang for his mercy and not revealing his mistakes face to face.

If Wu Liang exposes Li Ming face to face, Li Ming will not only be extremely embarrassed, but also very likely to be unable to get along in the circle from now on.

It's not Wu Liang's mercy, it's clearly Wu Liang's disdain.

Wu Liang was too lazy to argue with such a weak person.

Now that Wu Liang was in a depressed mood, he didn't have the time to poke Li Ming's weakness.

"Ah! Another punch! I'm so disappointed!"

Wu Liang shook his head lightly and sighed.

Everyone couldn't understand the boredom in Wu Liang's heart at the moment.

It is said that Huadu is deep in water, where the hell are you? !
"Li Ming, your golden belt was sewn by your mother, so the gold content must not be high." Wu Liang doubted the gold content of Li Ming's golden belt.

This gold belt, different events, different grades, different gold content.

At this time, before Li Ming could answer, one of Li Ming's students yelled: "Our Coach Li is the No. 20 fifth national-level free fighting gold belt winner, and the gold content is the highest among all fighting events in China. What do you know."

"Ah? How is this possible?!" Wu Liang showed a look of surprise.

"Haha, I was shocked, the national fighting champion is not bragging." The student said proudly.

"Well, it turns out that the national fighting champion is so weak. It seems that my expectations were too high." Wu Liang said seriously.

His expectations were indeed too high. He originally thought that fighting belonged to the category of actual combat, and Li Ming had won a gold belt, at least better than the sixth-degree black belt in Taekwondo, but the result was not as he wished.

When the students heard what Wu Liang said, they all secretly despised Wu Liang's pretense.

However, Wu Liang really didn't pretend to be forceful, the conscience of heaven and earth!
He was just telling the truth.

A group of muscular men practicing boxing are not as good as a high school girl.

Zhou Mengmeng could clearly tell who was better between Wu Liang and her second master Li Ming with the golden belt.

There is no need to analyze this problem in detail, it can be seen just by looking at the appearance.

Zhou Mengmeng hugged Wu Liang's arm, and said coquettishly, "Big Brother, you are so powerful, Second Master has become really weak in your hands."

Wu Liang's heart was calm, and apart from feeling that the loli voice was soft and cute, he had no other mood swings.

Wu Liang didn't think there was anything strong, and this was only using 30% of the power.

If Wu Liang had used half of his strength, Li Ming would have died!

"Mengmeng, don't waste my time next time. This kind of opponent really can't arouse my slightest fighting spirit."

Wu Liang felt that with all this time, it would be more meaningful to do a few trivial things.

Ordinary people can't understand the loneliness of masters at all, because only a few people, such a small group of people, can become masters.

"Mengmeng, go and persuade your second master to go to the hospital for treatment, don't let him stand up, life is more important than fame."

After Wu Liang finished speaking, he stepped forward to leave the King Kong Fighting Gym.

As he walked, he also told Zhou Mengmeng, "Mengmeng, if you don't have a first-class expert next time, don't make an appointment for me. It's really boring to play like this. I'm already tired of the feeling of knocking out opponents with one punch."

Wu Liang left the King Kong Fighting Gym, and this trip disappointed him.

Half a month later, the "Most Prodigal Mobile Game in History", the MOBA series, finally launched.

It has been launched on major app stores and social software.

The magical advertisement, the magical game, I don't know what kind of effect it will bring.

Is it a bomb, or a bad street?