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Chapter 319 Can't Help
In the first game of the second round, the United States played against the United Kingdom, and finally the United States team won like a crush.

The strong men like iron towers, their muscles protruding like rocks, and the way they punched their opponents to the point of bleeding, looked like devils from hell, which made people feel a little chilling.

In the second match, Ye Yan and the others played against the Japanese team.

According to yesterday's arrangement, Bajiquan Meng Tian was the first to play.

Opposite him was a relatively short Japanese man with a mischievous look, who didn't know what kind of kung fu he was practicing.

Meng Tian bowed his hands politely, but the other party didn't put too much airs on him, and also returned the salute, which was quite harmonious.

Then the game begins.

Different from the furious attack in the West, Chinese martial arts all pay attention to probing, and then there will be a stormy attack.

Bajiquan pays attention to going forward indomitably, and Meng Tian is the same, but he also knows how to keep back hands.

With a Bajiquan starting move, Meng Tian attacked, stepping on his feet and punching out, the opponent fled nimbly.

Meng Tian raised his eyebrows, and used one of the eight great stunts of the tiger to climb the mountain, one step at a time, as steady as Mount Tai, and at the same time, his hands were like a tiger clawing from top to bottom. The sharp edge made the Japanese player couldn't help but repeatedly Back off, unable to parry.

The fierce tiger stepped hard on the last step of climbing the mountain, and Meng Tian's right fist burst out, it was a straight punch!
"Oh!"

This punch hit the opponent heavily, and the opponent couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, as if his chest was about to suffocate, and finally he couldn't hold it anymore.

Fortunately, the Japanese gritted his teeth and didn't dodge. He just clenched his right fist and made a weird move. Meng Tian was caught off guard and was punched. This is not a child's play. underestimate.

"Clap clap clap!"

Several consecutive punches clashed, and there was a slightly heavy crackling sound, but this was not an indescribable scene of a man and a woman, but two men... in a contest.

They clashed continuously for a while, and the quick punches made the audience's blood boil. The two of them didn't have gloves in their hands, so it can be said that they punched to the flesh at a real price.

"Oh!"

The two quickly separated, with many injuries on their bodies, and the corner of Meng Tian's mouth was also slightly bloodstained, as he was hit in the face by his opponent.

But looking at the other party, it was even more tragic. There was a stagnation in his chest, and when he wiped the corner of his mouth with his hand, it was all bloodstained.

The corners of the Japanese's eyes were also scratched, which had been broken and had some scars.

And this kind of confrontation also made the bodies of the two of them a little overwhelmed. Without gloves, the load on their hands was not small.

Unless it is a direct face-to-face KO, there are usually multiple rounds, so this is why almost no one can meet two opponents in a row on the stage.

Even the U.S. team had the opportunity to KO the members of the British team because of their quick shots and taking the lead.

In this way, Meng Tian fought the Japanese for several rounds, which lasted for more than ten minutes. Meng Tian knocked the Japanese to the ground with one punch, and he was out of breath, unable to fight any more.

Controlling an enemy with one move usually only happens to those masters of traditional martial arts, relying purely on physical strength, and there are not a few of them now, and it depends on who is weak first.

Meng Tian was escorted off the stage, sitting on a chair with a doctor treating his wound.

Zhao Jun nodded at him: "Thank you."

Meng Tian grinned, and nodded with some exhaustion.

Then Zhao Jun came on the stage, facing a bald head, the kind that can support a large light bulb of several hundred watts.

His name is Bushi Qiyu, and he is a master of karate. Karate is actually born out of Chinese martial arts. In fact, many things in Japan have absorbed the knowledge of China and Tang Dynasty.

But this bald man was not as humble as the short man at the beginning, but very arrogant, he almost got up to mock Zhao Jun, and didn't know what to say in Japanese.

But it's obviously not a good word.

At the beginning of the battle, this Bushi Qiyu laughed wildly, stomped on her powerful legs, and flew into the air, stunned everyone.

He landed with one leg in the air, like a sharp battle ax slashing down, the momentum is overwhelming!

Zhao Jun was silent, but his expression became more dignified. He directly raised his arms, put on a protective posture, and directly supported Bushi Qiyu.

Bushi Qiyu raised his eyebrows and retreated quickly, not daring to be caught by Zhao Jun, otherwise it would be like giving away his head.

After the first trial, the two of them didn't move, but walked back and forth to look for opportunities. Finally, Bushi Qiyu made a move. Wa Liang's big bald head was shining, and he stepped forward, his right hand formed into a fist, and his middle finger was bent. , the knuckles of the second knuckle protrude, it is the middle and high fist of karate, which gathers strength on the middle finger to break the face!

Zhong Gaoben punched like a dragon, and Bushi Qiyu's middle knuckles looked like a protruding horn, and he went directly towards Zhao Jun's front. If he was hit, he might feel uncomfortable.

Zhao Jun directly tilted his head back, with one sole of his foot, like a city wall lying between the two of them, resisting Bushi Qiyu's feet and advancing route, but Zhao Jun didn't stop with his hands, holding Bushi with his hands like eagle claws With both hands of Qi Yu, her body leaned forward brazenly, and a knee kick hit him hard in the abdomen!
"Bang bang bang!"

Three consecutive knee kicks broke out at Bushi Qiyu's part, and he only felt his stomach churning, his mouth was bitter, bitter water welling up, as if he was about to vomit.

Bushi Qiyu gritted his teeth, and directly took advantage of the strength of Zhao Jun's hands to fly backwards. At the same time, his free feet kicked several times in the air quickly. hand, and back away.

Then the time for the first round passed, and the two sides retreated to rest.

Ye Yan sat on the chair, while Zhu Feizhou and the others went to the side of the ring to make suggestions. He took a moment to glance at the barrage——

"City Master Ye just sat on the bench for two days?"

"City Master Ye, is there a chance for you to play in the next game?"

"It feels like City Lord Ye came here to make soy sauce, it's useless..."

"Moving the background of City Lord Ye, just to bring me a live broadcast?"

"This live broadcast is still spiritual."

……

Ye Yan's head is full of black lines, there is no way, others have always regarded him as a little transparent, and his heart has long since passed the age where he wants the whole world to know how powerful he is, what is necessary for an adult is humility Well.

So Ye Yan's priority was downgraded again and again, and he became a substitute Chunzai, the last one to play, unless he played very anxiously, it basically didn't matter whether he won or lost.

After a short break, the two sides started the second round of fighting. Basically, the result would appear within six rounds.

Bushi Qiyu and Zhao Jun watched each other closely. After the first round of fighting, they both knew that the other side was not easy.

Suddenly Bushi Qiyu walked up to Zhao Jun, before the referee called to start.

He made a gesture to kiss Zhao Jun, which made Zhao Jun's face turn pale in fright, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Bushi Qiyu said in jerky Chinese: "I'm sorry, I can't help it."

Zhao Jun: "..."

(End of this chapter)