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Chapter 540 Great War, Strength vs. Agility

Standing next to the mud pit and drinking cold beer, watching the more than 20 clay figurines "fight in the mud", it is more enjoyable than watching the UFC finals.

Cook also played his specialty again and started a "gamble" among the instructors.

Not only bet on who can win the final victory, but also made a very professional "table" with different multiples for each student's situation.

Among them, the height is 1 meters, the weight is 87 catties, and the muscular size 202 is like a shrunken version of Long Zhan.

He can play very well at first glance, and the winning multiple is the lowest, only twice.

With a height of 1 meters and a well-proportioned body, He Chenguang is actually in good physical condition, but he is not good compared with this bunch of European and American men.

Even Zhuang Yan, who came with him, is a strong man with a height of 1 meters.

He Chenguang looks a little smaller, biologically speaking, he doesn't have an advantage in hand-to-hand combat, just like in the animal kingdom, the bigger the body, the fiercer it is.

This resulted in He Chenguang having the highest multiplier, and investing in him can get 20 times the harvest.

However, even with such a high multiple, none of the instructors bet money on He Chenguang, and no one thought he could fight to the end.

Everyone is not optimistic about He Chenguang!

After all the instructors had finished placing their bets, Cook, holding a handful of banknotes, approached Long Zhan.

"Hey, boss, do you want to play together?"

"of course."

Long Zhan is also a person who likes to have fun. He glanced at Cook's handwritten betting board and said with a smile: "No. 26 has won 20 times. Are you afraid that you will lose your pants?"

"If it's about marksmanship or tactics, I wouldn't dare to do so many times, but it's a hand-to-hand fight without equipment, and I think it's very reasonable."

Cook felt that his setting was very reasonable, and deliberately encouraged him to say, "Boss, do you want to play a big one? Give this number 26 a 0?"

"This kid wants to deceive me."

Long Zhan was secretly happy when he heard it.

He knew He Chenguang's background. As the National Sanda Martial Arts Champion, he had real skills and the probability of winning was very high.

"Since you are the one who is unkind first, then don't blame me for being unkind."

Long Zhan made up his mind, took out his wallet and took out five hundred-yuan bills in one go, and slapped them in the customer's hand without hesitation.

He said proudly: "500, buy size 26."

"500?"

Cook was taken aback when he saw the amount.

Everyone else bet 20 or 50, and very few people bet 100. Long Zhan bet 500 dollars this time, and if he wins, he will pay 1.

That's a lot of money.

The sum of the money bet by all the other instructors is not even a fraction of it. Cook, as the banker of the gambling table, will really lose his pants by then.

It's nothing for a month, and even the salary is not enough.

Normally this kind of bet that will lead to a collapse, it is the most rational for the dealer to choose to reject it.

But Cook believed in his own judgment too much, and decided that the little He Chenguang must defeat the other 20 people and win the final victory.

The 500 US dollars has already been obtained, and there is no way to give away the money obtained.

"Boss, you are so proud, thank you for your generosity, I will accept the money."

What Cook said, combined with the action of stuffing the $500 into his pocket, clearly agreed in his heart that Dragon War's money was wasted.

"You have to hold tight."

Long Zhan smiled and said something suggestive, then turned his gaze to the big mud pit.

At this time, the three battles in the mud pit have already entered, that is, the one-on-one catching and fighting has begun, and the winner has basically been decided.

Those students who were physically exhausted or locked up, or who were eliminated also consciously retreated to the surrounding mud pit.

The remaining 6 people still fight together.

Because everyone used up their physical strength in the first round, the starting point is the same in the second round, and there are back and forth during the hand-to-hand combat.

You smashed my back into the mud, and I threw you out with a dry land plucking green onions and hugging my legs, and he walked and kicked all the way to play a sneak attack.

You can come and go, you can't open it.

"It's incredible that the student from the Red Country was not eliminated."

As one of the instructors shouted in surprise, all the instructors noticed this abnormal phenomenon, and all looked to the right side of the mud pit.

Even if everyone is covered in mud, it is basically impossible to tell who is who.

But He Chenguang's smaller figure still stands out in the crowd, and he can be spotted with a casual glance.

"This is impossible!"

When Cook saw that He Chenguang hadn't been eliminated, a trace of uneasiness suddenly crossed his mind.

However, he was quickly thrown off by him, and he comforted himself: "No, no, no, this must be a piece of shit luck, he must not be able to beat No. 13 this round."

At this time, No. 13, who was playing against He Chenguang, was 1 meters tall and covered with tendons.

It is indeed like junior high school students beating elementary school students, there is a huge gap between the two.

However, as he watched each chapter, Cook became more and more uneasy, and found that this student from China was very different.

No. 13 comes from SAS, the UK known as the originator of slack special forces, and the special combat training will definitely not be bad.

With the support of professional special fighting techniques, No. 13's hand-to-hand attack is not a brainless eight punches, but has a very professional attack rhythm.

Every punch has a certain degree of defense, achieving the so-called both offensive and defensive.

pity.

With the support of No. 13's tall figure, his movements are wide open and closed, and each attack is full of power and at the same time has a slight sense of bulkiness.

If you encounter a head-to-head opponent, there is basically no training on the 13th to win.

pity.

Strength players are most afraid of agility.

However, He Chenguang is not only an agile type, but also a super agile type who grew up practicing martial arts since childhood, has a strong combat intuition, and has a full dodge talent.

As a result, every attack on No. 13 would be dodged deftly by He Chenguang.

Every time he punched with full energy, he hit the air. The discomfort of punching empty punches was not only physical, but also mental.

After attacking more than a dozen moves in a row, No. 13 felt that his physical strength was seriously unable to keep up.

In order to solve the embarrassing situation in front of him, No. 13 gave up the useless boxing and kicking, and tried to play body-fitting Jiu-Jitsu with He Chenguang instead.

Under the suppression of absolute strength, plus No. 13 who has learned professional Jiu-Jitsu.

As long as He Chenguang can be hugged close to him, No. 13 has absolute confidence that he can easily defeat He Chenguang by virtue of his own advantages.

However, the imagination is beautiful, and the reality is cruel.

He Chenguang himself was as dexterous as a monkey, and his body was covered in wet and slippery mud, which was equivalent to a layer of lubricating oil.

Coupled with the professional pace of Sanda practitioners, He Chenguang can stand more steadily in this kind of silky muddy ground, which is equivalent to giving him an advantage.

On the 13th, it was more difficult to catch the slippery He Chenguang than to knock He Chenguang out with his fist.

(End of this chapter)