Golden Greenery

Zhuo Yang's face changed abruptly and threw himself over.

Gattuso and Petra Bunaxiu confronted each other for ten seconds, and then suddenly surrendered their hands, but Zhuo Yang was shocked.

Ba Ye didn't shoot, it was Bunashiu who took the lead in attacking, but it was only a tentative left hand jab, which was extremely common. But Ba Ye didn't shrink his neck and tilted his head to dodge. Second, he didn't take the opportunity to bend his body to counterattack. Bu Naxiu's jab directly hit his double fist that protected the noodle door. Ba Ye's fist was broken, The portal opened.

Bunaxiu responded quickly, followed by two left and right swings and fists hit Ba Ye's cheeks, and the intensity was very strong. Gattuso's head was completely undefended, and his arms suddenly softened after being hit hard. , Eyes immediately loose.

Zhuo Yang was shocked! In an instant he seemed to understand everything.

Like a drunk, Gattuso stumbled back two steps and was caught by the wall of the passage. Although he still wanted to struggle, he couldn't help but palsy down the wall. Bunaxiu was still chasing, and raising his fist would continue to strike Gattuso who had lost his resistance.

Zhuo Yang was frightened and screamed, "Dare you!" In a hurry, he could not think about flying and flew up. Bunaxiu turned back urgently, striking Zhuo Yang's face with his right hand after stepping.

The bully was approaching, Zhuo Yang raised his arm to block, letting this swift heavy punch with the sound of the wind, and swaying his right leg, like a copper whip, hit the outside of the knee joint of Bunaxiu's left leg.

Thunder's low whip leg, Bunaxiu couldn't help but also kicked his left leg. The moment Zhuo Yang collapsed, Zhuo Yang's attack followed. The left palm strikes badly, and the right elbow taps hard, hitting the temples on both sides of Bunashu twice in a row, followed by the knee of the left leg, and is leaning down on the chest of Bunaxi who collapsed.

The old thing was blown out with blood.

Quite beating, Bu Naxiu didn't fall down, but stood straight with his teeth clenched and raised his fist tenaciously, against Zhuo Yang who was rushing close to him.

In order to prepare for the battle that was agreed with the Eighth Lord at the end of the year, even though there is no information on the Eighth Lord, Zhuo Yang conducted special training for the boxer’s offensive and defensive weaknesses, and he kept dropping every day. I haven't thought of it yet, and I haven't compared it with Gattuso. Today I will use it in the elderly.

Because of the professional characteristics, the boxer's defense is very weak in the plate, almost unable to resist the opponent's low whip leg attack. After the footwork is restrained, the boxer's punch will become chaotic, and the power will be greatly reduced. Wrestling is also a killer skill against boxers, and ground skills are the dead spots of boxers.

All the fighting power of the boxer is in those terrifying fists, and the art industry has specialized. However, don’t think that you can beat boxers by knowing their weaknesses. You must be aware of what you’re doing. All the weaknesses are for masters, and they are not bullies that ordinary people can bully.

The left low whip kick was fiercely kicked again. Zhuo Yang grabbed the soft fist that Bunaxi reluctantly handed over. His right fist slammed under his armpit, and then caught Bunaxiu's arm and swung it up. Shoulder fall.

‘Tom! ‘Even if he wore thick clothes in winter, Bunashiu was not known by the six relatives who had fallen; even if the channel floor was clean, it was still dusty.

Bu Naxiu is not so weak, if only talking about fists, Zhuo Yang may not be his opponent. But just knocking down Gattuso just now and letting Buena repair his mind against his enemies is more important. Zhuo Yang's targeted practice during this time was very effective.

Stepping on Bunaxiu's right hand, squatting down and pressing Binaxiu's abdomen with his left knee to prevent him from struggling, Zhuo Yangshi unfolded his best kung fu-Da Er post.

'Snapped! Snapped! Snapped! ’

"I make you disrespectful."

Swing your arms and open Binaxiu's pitiful left fist, ‘crack! Snapped! Snapped! ’

"I make you love to pinch your neck!"

Then swing your arms and open Bunaxiu’s more pitiful left fist, ‘crack! Snapped! Snapped! ’

"I let you beat Lao Tzu!"

Bunashiu was pumped into confusion, completely unable to resist, he was defeated by Zhuo Yang crushing. But Zhuo Yang didn't plan to end like this, grabbed the neck and lifted Bunaxiu halfway, he walked back and forth to himself, and sat down against the wall, with two small arms holding Bunaxiu's neck forward and backward, right hand Protruding back from the front to grab the elbow of his left arm.

Naked twist in a sitting position with a lock technique!

"I strangled you an old thing!" There was no use of lethal force in his hand, but the intimidation on his mouth was murderous.

"Don't think that I wouldn't dare to fight in my fifties. It's not like one or two in the eighties." Of course it's bragging, fake.

Bunaxiu panicked. He dared not be able to shake Zhuo Yang's strong arm. He believed that Zhuo Yang was really going to kill him. Bunaxiu counseled under the threat of death.

"... Rao... Rao... Rao! Fate!" Bunaxiu's voice wailed weakly, like a dying hen.

"Now that I beg for mercy? Now that I know who should provoke someone?"

"understood……"

"Let Lao let you go, but if you dare to talk about today's things, Laozi will chase you down and kill you." Zhuo Yang suddenly became very eerie: "Listen clearly!"

"Qing... Chu... It's... Rao... Fate..."

Zhuo Yang loosened the legs that curled up Bunaxiu, and then loosened his arms, keeping his strength, throwing him aside, and then stood up and stared at him sternly.

Bunashiu was lying on the ground desperately breathing and coughing, coughing on the ground with blood stains. After finally being able to stand up, both legs were still trembling. "I promise not to say, absolutely not. I fell myself and no one beat me."

"You haven't been here."

"Yes, I haven't been, I haven't been..."

"roll!"

"Yes, I get off, get off..."

Bu Naxiu limped and walked slowly by the wall. The staggered figure disappeared at the corner of the A9 channel. Since then, Zhuo Yang has never dealt with him again, nor has he ever seen this person again.

The secluded passage was restored, and Eight Lord Gattuso sat decadently on the ground against the wall, staring stupidly at Zhuo Yang. Just at this moment, there was a roar of cheers from above, and tens of thousands of people shouted ‘Pipo, Pipo’, presumably Jiuye scored again. The two listened to the boiling on the court for a while, and both of them liked Jiuye to score.

Gattuso had blood on the corners of his mouth, Zhuo Yang wanted to wipe him, and touched the pocket of his team’s down jacket, which was empty. There was nothing in it. Like him, he sat down next to him against the wall.

"Eight Lord, are you okay?"

Gattuso lowered his head, then raised his head again and laughed, the laughter was full of desolation and bitterness, and he burst into tears.

Zhuo Yang didn't care about him, leaning against the wall and letting Gattuso smile and cry. At this moment, he didn't want to laugh at Gattuso's thoughts at all, he didn't find it ridiculous at all, only a touch of sadness haunted his heart. It is not only sad for Gattuso, but also sad for men's stubbornness and life.

Gattuso wiped his tears away. He was no longer a lion sitting on the ground, but just a small man with all auras removed. He rubbed the blood at the corner of his mouth with his hand, looked at it, and rolled his cuffs to wipe the blood clean.

The Eight Lords spoke, the sound was like a temple bell faintly coming from the mist in the early morning in the water town, the breath was thick and the urn was very quiet.

"I can't box at all, not at all."

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