fatal blow

Yuan Jing finally climbed up from the shallow water area, and began to have a real weighty opponent.

The agent told Yuan Jing that the next match would be against a Russian known as the "tsar".

This Russian can be regarded as upper-middle class in the entire league.He was a big guy who was a monk, a former auto mechanic, and then he went into professional boxing, and then he switched to mixed martial arts.He said that he loves fighting. He has been struggling in the past years and has never been happy. He feels that life has no goal or direction.The family initially disapproved of him specializing in the dangerous sport, but, after what they had seen, they finally came out in support of the path their son wanted to follow.So, he finally started systematic training at the age of 18.One can imagine the hard work at such an age.But the Russians say that even in the dark, as long as you do what you like, you are still happy.His efforts and sweat may be several times that of others, and he became famous later, and he did not enter the public eye until he was 26.However, his strength was quickly recognized, and his ranking soared all the way. Now he is 28, which is the golden time.

Yuan Jing is a few years younger than him, and his size is far from comparable, but Yuan Jing also wants to win, very much wants to win.

This is when he really proves his strength.

He hopes to use this to get rid of the news that has nothing to do with the game itself that has been haunting him like a ghost in the past, and really tell everyone who he is, why he is here, and why.

The name Yuan Jing is not used to create gossip, nor is it used to entertain the audience.

—He is a fighter.

- That day will come soon.

Yuan Jing walked out and heard many people shouting loudly: "The Tsar! The Tsar!"

This made Yuan Jing seem like an innocuous little character.

Some people even shouted: "Kill him!"

Yuan Jing looked towards the audience, most of those who shouted such words were well-dressed and sanctimonious, but their hearts were so bloodthirsty.

The tall "tsar" has a shaved head, a masculine face, and gray eyes, but he is actually very handsome.

"The Tsar" was born in professional boxing, and his movement speed and punching frequency are very fast.Both Sanda and Muay Thai use more retreat and block for defense, while boxing mainly relies on flexible dodge.Yuan Jing's speed was not as fast as the "Tsar's", and most of his fists were empty, even if he didn't, it was only scratched a little, and his strength was already at the end of his strength.As for the opponent's attack, it cannot be effectively avoided.

But Yuan Jing didn't want to lose the game like this.

After a false forehand punch, Yuan Jing threw a backhand punch towards the "tsar" in the face.

But the "tsar" not only dodged and dodged, but also hit Yuan Jing heavily in the abdomen with an uppercut.At that moment, I felt pain and numbness, as if there was a sudden electric shock.

Then "Tsar" was followed by a set of combined punches, which rained down on Yuan Jing's fists that were used to block, Yuan Jing's head was humming and hurting from the shock.Suddenly, Yuan Jing's jaw jerked violently, and his whole brain was numb. The fist of the "tsar" came in between Yuan Jing's hands, and Yuan Jing didn't even know how he did it.

Yuan Jing didn't have time to think about this, and suddenly felt dizzy, and fell backwards straight, completely uncontrollable.

It was like falling asleep, not even thinking about anything, it was blank.

The lights on the roof are passing by quickly in front of my eyes, and the sky is spinning, and I can't hear anything in my ears, and there is silence.

When his body fell heavily on the floor of the octagonal iron cage, Yuan Jing was startled and reacted suddenly, as if a person with heatstroke was poured over his head by a basin of ice water.Yuan Jing knew that he had been knocked out just now, and the moment he fell, he fainted.

As soon as she regained consciousness, Yuan Jing saw the fist of the "tsar" come down again.

Yuan Jing quickly stood up.However, before he could get into a good posture, the "tsar" came over with another heavy punch, and Yuan Jing lay on the ground in embarrassment again.

Yuan Jing felt that he was going to faint again.

The "tsar" seemed to think he was going to win, showing off his strong muscles like a gorilla.

Yuan Jing lay there, listening to the roar of the audience who seemed to be getting further and further away, struggled twice, but still couldn't stand up.

But he didn't want to admit defeat, he didn't want to fall here so soon.

He hadn't even had time to think about strategy.

—he could still win.

If he was defeated so quickly in the first game with some weight, he might not be able to stand up again for a long time.

He will be kicked back to the shallow water area, and continue to entangle with those players who are not generally recognized.

People will closely associate Yuan Jing with gossip news.When this person is mentioned, all the things that have nothing to do with the profession come to mind.

——Yuan Jing doesn't think that should be her own destiny.

He has strength, Yuan Jing firmly believes in this.

As a professional player, I firmly believe that I will win.

The referee beside him had already started the countdown. Yuan Jing closed his eyes and rested on the ground for a few seconds, then made a sudden effort and staggered to his feet again.

"You can still stand up?" The "tsar" looked at Yuan Jing in disbelief.

Yuan Jing knew that there were countless players who fell to the ground under his heavy punch in the past.

Yuan Jing didn't dare to speak, he was afraid that if he opened his mouth, all the energy he was holding back would disappear in smoke.

In boxing, the fist cannot hit the parts below the waist.Therefore, although their pace is flexible, their lower limbs lack the corresponding fighting qualities.That said, while the protection of the head and torso is excellent, these professional fighters are not very good at defending against attacks aimed at the lower body.And this is exactly the weakness of professional boxers like "The Tsar".

So Yuan Jing kept silent, took two steps forward, saw the opportunity, and suddenly raised a front leg and kicked the "tsar"'s knee sideways.When the kick hit, Yuan Jing heard a clear "snap" and knocked his opponent staggering.Then Yuan Jing kicked several times in a row, fast and hard, the supporting leg of the "tsar" was obviously no longer as stable as it was at the beginning.

Boxing is something that, when it's smooth, you will immediately feel a bit of momentum.It's a bit like gambling. A real gambler pays attention to distinguishing the direction of the wind. When the wind feels good, he bets big, and when the wind is headed, he bets small.

So Yuan Jing took advantage of the pain of his opponent and stood a little unsteadily, and when he couldn't dodge in time, he kicked several times in a row, and the "tsar" immediately had a bruise on his leg.

Then, after a few low kicks, Yuan Jing suddenly kicked a high kick, and swept the "tsar"'s side face with one kick, blood was immediately seen on the opponent's face.

Knowing that he had finally got his hands on it, Yuan Jing's confidence finally rose again.

The body movements of the "tsar" were somewhat out of balance, and this detail did not escape Yuan Jing's eyes.

At this time, the "tsar" seemed to be a little anxious. With a low growl, he jumped up and kicked towards Yuan Jing with his legs.

Yuan Jing not only did not dodge, but also rushed forward and jumped up.At this time, Yuan Jing didn't have any moves in his mind, it was just blank.

With a hook kick with his left leg, he kicked off the opponent's kicked foot, and his right leg fiercely kicked the opponent's lower abdomen.Then he took it back and kicked the opponent's chest fiercely again.

Hearing the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, the "tsar" lay on his back.

Yuan Jing felt a little strange.

"Serial legs" is a relatively common move in Sanda, but most of them are two-chain.It's not easy to kick out three kicks in a row like this.Yuan Jing's former master could, and used it as his own special skill, but Yuan Jing never succeeded.Even if it is kicked out at ordinary times, it cannot be used in a game.

Unexpectedly, under such special circumstances, I suddenly realized what I most wanted to learn when I was young.

—— Yuan Jing's game was difficult to win.

He is more aware of the gap between himself and the top players.

Yuan Jing touched her face when she was on the stage, there was blood, but it didn't hurt, but it felt numb, and the skin felt like nothing, and it wasn't real.Half of his face was already swollen, and there seemed to be a large ball of cotton in his mouth. Even the feeling of those teeth in his mouth seemed a little strange, and he could bite into the swollen flesh with a light squeeze.The left cheekbone is also a little higher, making the left eye look much smaller than usual, and the vision is a bit unclear. That eye also seems to be bitten by a mosquito, and it is a bit hard to open.

It has been a long time since Yuan Jing was beaten up like this.

——Yuan Jing went home and took a shower, and applied ice to his face.Then the doorbell rang.

Looking at the door mirror, it was indeed Wei Cheng again.

When Wei Cheng saw Yuan Jing, he didn't say anything. He reached out suddenly, gently removed Yuan Jing's hand and towel that were covering his cheek, looked at it, and then caught off guard and reached out to gently touch the swollen place.The place was so swollen and glistening that one wanted to kiss and lick it.

"Don't." Yuan Jing moved a little.

Wei Cheng smiled: "You played beautifully today."

Yuan Jing put it on again, humming and saying "thank you".

"That three-linked leg is especially wonderful." Wei Cheng said: "It can be used as your representative move and killing technique."

"Want to try?"

Wei Cheng didn't speak, and his eyes fell on Yuan Jing's long legs, which were only wearing a pair of big shorts.

Yuan Jing was really surprised, because Wei Cheng seemed to be blushing a little.

He always thought that Wei Cheng's face was thicker than the city wall.