Ultimate Soldiers

Chapter 195 Intense Competition

indeed!The current situation is very clear, even a person like Liangzi who has never practiced ancient martial arts can see that Zhou Xuebing's situation is already very bad.

Zhao Changrong is worthy of being a master of martial arts. After Zhou Xuebing was forced to retreat by him, he seemed to be a flat boat in the sea, sailing in the storm, and could be capsized at any time.

Zhou Xuebing's face turned red at the moment, obviously he had used all his strength.

This was the first time Zhou Xuebing had encountered an opponent like Zhao Changrong.

The last time he fought against Wang Hui of the Song Group, he was able to fight against Wang Hui without exerting all his strength, but now facing Zhao Changrong, Zhou Xuebing felt irresistible.

Just this strong sense of oppression is enough to prove how amazing Zhao Changrong's martial arts is.

Huaxia ancient martial arts pay attention to one momentum, as long as the momentum is sufficient, when fighting against the enemy, even if they are at a disadvantage, they can turn defeat into victory.But now, in terms of potential, Zhou Xuebing has completely lost.

Click!

Finally, Zhou Xuebing retreated to the big table in the center of the hall.

He stomped his feet on the ground, and his figure suddenly rose into the air. Due to too much force, there were clear cracks on the wooden floor under Zhou Xuebing's feet.

Snapped!
Zhao Changrong slammed his fists at Zhou Xuebing. At this moment, Zhou Xuebing was in the air and there was no way he could avoid it.However, Zhou Xuebing had obviously anticipated this scene before taking off into the air, so his arms had already been retracted as far as possible, overlapping his chest, resisting Zhao Changrong's fists.

With the help of this punch, Zhou Xuebing's figure flew out across the circle, directly over the round table.

After falling to the ground, Zhou Xuebing took several steps back and then finally stopped.

At this moment, the round table was separated between him and Zhao Changrong.

Zhou Xuebing is on this side of the round table, and Zhao Changrong is on the other side of the round table.

"it is good."

Zhao Changrong let out a sound suddenly, and his thin figure jumped to the edge of the round table.

Seeing Zhao Changrong's movements, Zhou Xuebing didn't hesitate at all, his figure flew into the air again, and jumped onto the round table immediately after.

To die and then to live.

Zhou Xuebing couldn't deal with Zhao Changrong's storm-like attack at all, so he could only let himself enter this round table with a diameter of more than one meter, and he could not retreat. Zhou Xuebing brought out his full potential.

Facing Zhao Changrong, Zhou Xuebing had only this tricky way to fight him.

At this moment, everyone has seen clearly that whoever falls from the round table, Zhao Changrong or Zhou Xuebing, will lose the competition.

"Brother Soldier."

Ryoko was anxious and finally shouted out.

But at this time, Zhou Xuebing obviously couldn't pay attention to this side, so he didn't even hear his shouting, but just stood on the round table, his feet moved slowly, and his eyes were fixed on Zhao Changrong.

Zhao Changrong's storm-like attack just now had already shown Zhou Xuebing the abilities of this unremarkable old man, and he didn't dare to be careless at all at this moment.

call!
Zhao Changrong's figure twisted, his waist was slightly bent, as if bent down on purpose, and his palms were staggered back and forth, pushing towards Zhou Xuebing one after another like waves.

This move is completely different from the previous storm-like attack. The pair of fleshy palms in front and back look much softer than the iron fist just now, but Zhou Xuebing's expression became more and more serious when facing this pair of fleshy palms. bitter.

It really makes sense to say that an old man in a family is like a treasure. For a veteran ancient martial arts practitioner like Zhao Changrong, his control over martial arts is simply extreme.

On flat ground, Zhao Changrong could suppress Zhou Xuebing with his storm-like fists.

At this moment, the two of them changed the fighting place and began to use this round table as the battlefield. Zhao Changrong's boxing style changed again immediately. It was no longer the tough boxing style just now, but replaced it with the current soft boxing style.

The reason why he made this adjustment is because it is already quite difficult to stand on this kind of round table with an unstable chassis. It fell down on the round table.

The second reason is that in such a small place, if Zhao Changrong still uses the strong punching technique just now, it will only push Zhou Xuebing into a corner. It was Zhou Xuebing. Once that kind of outbreak really happened, Zhao Changrong didn't have the confidence to suppress Zhou Xuebing again.

Therefore, changing the boxing method was a subconscious move led by Zhao Changrong's years of experience.

Now his wave-folding palm technique looks ordinary, but he was able to stabilize the situation, gradually compressing Zhou Xuebing's movement locations to the limit, and finally forced Zhou Xuebing off the round table.

Snapped!
Zhou Xuebing waved his fist and hit Zhao Changrong's palm together, and the figures of the two shook at the same time.

But immediately, Zhao Changrong's other palm lightly patted Zhou Xuebing's body, and slapped Zhou Xuebing, who was staggering backwards, directly out of the range of the round table.

The outcome is one touch away.

Su Lide and Hong Antong showed joy on their faces at the same time.

If Zhou Xuebing fell from the round table, even if Zhou Xuebing didn't want to admit defeat.

"Master told me last time that this kid's kung fu is extremely high. I still didn't believe it. Now seeing how he fought against the master, he is really good. He is much stronger than those young core disciples in my Hongmen. He can fight against the master. The master has so many moves in his hands, and this alone is almost comparable to many elders in my Hongmen."

Hong Antong secretly sighed in his heart.

In his eyes, Zhou Xuebing's defeat is glorious.

Now Hongmen and the Green Gang are definitely the places where Chinese martial arts masters gather most. Hong Antong commented on Zhou Xuebing because he obviously felt that Zhou Xuebing was already considered a master even in Hongmen.

Of course, Hong Antong didn't regard Zhou Xuebing as an existence that could be compared with those real masters in Hongmen.

After all, the Hongmen and the Green Gang have been able to pass on for hundreds of years, and have been passed down to the present, relying on these extremely powerful existences.

"not good."

At the moment when Hong Antong sighed in his heart, the expression of Su Lide beside him suddenly changed.

Zhou Xuebing, who had already been knocked out of the round table by Zhao Changrong, didn't look flustered at the moment. He was in the air, but his feet were still attached to the round table.

He exerted a little force on his legs, but relying on the strength of his feet and ankles, he forcibly stopped the downward trend of his figure. Like a spring, his whole body bent suddenly and got under the round table.

"Such strong legs."

Zhao Changrong, who was standing on the round table, his eyes lit up, and he gave a word of admiration.

He knocked Zhou Xuebing off the round table, thinking that the odds of winning were certain. How could he know that Zhou Xuebing's ankle strength was so strong that he abruptly changed his own decline.From Zhou Xuebing's hand alone, Zhao Changrong could tell that Zhou Xuebing's legs were definitely stronger than his hands.

When Zhou Xuebing rescued Lin Yawen on the roof of the Zhicheng Building, he used to hold Lin Yawen upside down on the edge of the building with the strength of his legs. Of course, doing this kind of action now is just a child's play.

Now that he was out of Zhao Changrong's sight, and his figure slipped under the round table, the situation suddenly changed a lot.

Zhou Xuebing was not prepared to drill under the round table all the time, so his figure twisted under the round table, hooked his hands on the support under the round table, and the whole person looked like an ape, and drilled again from the side of the round table Come out and jump on the round table again.

This position was already on the back of Zhao Changrong, but upon hearing the sound, Zhao Changrong had already discerned the direction of Zhou Xuebing's appearance, and without even knowing his head, he raised his foot and kicked towards Zhou Xuebing.

Zhou Xuebing chuckled, grabbed Zhao Changrong's ankles with both hands, pulled him into a split-horse position, and sat on the round table.

Zhao Changrong has practiced martial arts for many years, and his body is softer than that of gymnasts. This kind of split-horse movement has no effect on him at all. His upper body is tilted backwards, and his other leg has already swept towards Zhou Xuebing.

Zhou Xuebing supported the ground with his hands, turned his figure over, avoided Zhao Changrong's sweep from the air, and landed firmly on the round table.

In just an instant, Zhou Xuebing had a vague tendency to regain his disadvantage.

"it is good"

Liangzi, who was already extremely nervous, finally shouted loudly. He was so nervous that his heart was about to jump out of his chest just now. Now that Zhou Xuebing's condition has improved slightly, he couldn't help but applaud.

Hong Antong and Su Lide who were standing beside Liangzi glared at Liangzi.

Liangzi is not very clear about the rules of this kind of competition, but the two of them are very clear that in this level of confrontation, if one side makes a small mistake, it will immediately lose to the other side. It is very likely to affect the two of them.

Zhou Xuebing just stood firmly on the round table, and before Zhao Changrong stood up, his body was hugged into a ball, like a gopher, rolled around on the round table, and reached out to hug Zhou Xuebing's legs.

This kind of kung fu that specializes in attacking people's orders is extremely rare, and Zhou Xuebing also showed a bit of surprise on his face.

However, this surprise was only fleeting, and Zhou Xuebing's legs suddenly exerted force, and he slammed down on the round table below.

Click!

A clear voice appeared, and the round table instantly fell apart.

Just now Zhou Xuebing kicked it down so hard that even the wooden floor attached to the ground was torn. Although this round table is made of high-quality wood, its hardness will never exceed the wooden floor attached to the ground.

"Good boy."

Zhao Changrong's complexion changed, he ignored Zhou Xuebing, his figure suddenly bounced up, and he kicked lightly with one foot on a broken round table surface, and he immediately flashed out of the range of the round table.

And Zhou Xuebing's movements are even more dexterous at this moment, as soon as he scooped up his hands on the ground, he kept jumping back towards the back.

The distance between Zhou Xuebing and Zhao Changrong widened again.

(End of this chapter)