The heavens begin with Hongquan

Chapter 33 If you lose your hands, how can you admit defeat? !
Zhang Tianzhi clasped his fists in all directions calmly.

He was calm on the surface, but he was actually very excited in his heart. This was the first time that so many people cheered and applauded him for the many years he had been practicing martial arts.

Although what he knocked down was just a low-level character.

"Wing Chun, Zhang Tianzhi!"

"Wing Chun, Zhang Tianzhi!!"

"..."

Hearing the cheers from the audience, Zhang Tianzhi became even more convinced that he must get a good ranking here, even No.1, to call him "Authentic Wing Chun".

There were also people discussing Zhang Tianzhi's performance in low voices.

Hong Zhennan asked: "Akang, do you understand?"

"I didn't expect a master to come in the first round." Hong Kang nodded and said, "This Tianzhi's [Biaozhi] is very popular, and it should be a true pass!"

"However, from his eyes, I can see his desire to become famous."

Hong Zhennan was noncommittal: "Which person would not have a sense of fame and fortune?"

Hong Kang was stunned, then smiled: "That's true."

Not all warriors can live comfortably like him, eating all kinds of precious medicinal materials since childhood.

Those with good eyesight naturally knew that Zhang Tianzhi was a formidable opponent, while those who were not well-informed naturally felt that the match was not exciting enough.

Especially the foreigners.

"Are these two people acting? Why did they fall down after two fingers?"

It's the mustache that speaks.

His words were echoed by those around him.

"Certainly! But such a man is sure to die when he meets George."

George didn't see it that way.

Although he doesn't know acupoints, his many years of combat teaching experience let him know that the tall man's performance doesn't look like a show.

George judged: "It should have just hit the nerve sensitive point."

After Zhang Tianzhi took a break in the competition area, many people looked at him carefully.

He ignored it and adjusted his breathing.

The two fingers just now looked simple, but they required eyesight, agility, shooting speed, and precision.

He is not only recovering his physical strength, but also preparing to observe the heights of other players.

The host takes the stage.

First, there was a commentary to exaggerate the atmosphere, and then a loud announcement.

"Second match: [Tomahawk: George] vs. [Tan Leg: Zhang Zhengyi]!!"

As soon as the two entered the stage, the scene was full of enthusiasm.

Many foreigners began to shout "George, George", and it seems that the popularity is not low.

When George stepped onto the ring, people who didn't know him suddenly exclaimed that his appearance was too oppressive.

With a height of more than 1.9 meters, everyone on the field is almost looking down.

The army green tight-fitting short sleeves were attached to his body, outlining his explosive muscles. His eyes were sharp and murderous, and ordinary people would shrink back when they looked at him.

George crossed his arms and looked at his opponent with a hint of coldness hidden in his eyes.

Almost all discerning experts have realized that it is not easy to call George. His physique alone is like a synonym for strength.

Hong Zhennan worried: "That "Tan Zhang Zhang" may be in trouble!"

"It's not that it's possible, it's that there's definitely no chance of winning." Hong Kang said, "I just hope he finds the right time to admit defeat and doesn't get hurt too badly."

Hong Zhennan's expression darkened, he had a bad premonition.

Although Zhang Zheng's movements were very dexterous as soon as he came on stage, the physique difference between the two was too great.

Zhang Zhengyi's height is less than 1.8 meters, his body is straight and well-proportioned like a cheetah, and his legs are vigorous and powerful.

It may be enough to deal with ordinary people, but it is difficult to say against a strong man like George like a steel tower.

Hong Kang didn't classify players into weight classes according to his previous life.

He held this [Comprehensive Martial Arts] because he really intended to determine the strongest combat power on the ground.

Zhang Zheng was on guard with a serious expression. The brave spirit in George was too strong, so he had to take it seriously.

He is a double-bonus red stick of a certain association, and he has fought countless fights, big and small, and has a wealth of actual combat experience.

"Beep!"

The whistle sounded.

Zhang Zheng rushed forward suddenly, like a cheetah preying, his movements were agile.

Specifically aimed at George's next three-way attack.

Zhang Zheng made a move on one leg, which has won the essence of "Tan Legs", and he pays attention to the fact that the legs are three inches below the knee.

Small moves, fast speed!
He wanted to attack by surprise.

Faced with this attack, George kept backing away, as if he was being suppressed.

But those who know George well know his style.

"He is still the same!" a foreigner said, "I like to give the opponent a little hope first, and then, like a thunderbolt, ruthlessly shatters the other's self-confidence."

The continuous "gaining the upper hand" made Zhang Zhengyi think that his tactics had succeeded.

One leg is as fast as the other, with coordinated coordination, changeable moves, quick attacks, clear rhythm, and strong explosive power.

It made the audience applaud again and again.

But he didn't notice that the playful look in George's eyes became more and more intense.

"No, that "Tan Leg Zhang" is in danger!!"

Hong Kang has practiced "The Method of Listening and Breathing" for more than ten years, and his spiritual sense is so keen that the malice in George's eyes can't be hidden from him at all.

George spoke awkward Chinese with a strange expression.

"Ni-gang is playing very fast!" George's eyes radiated a dangerous light, "Then, Galen is here for me!"

The foot stomped hard on the ground, and a whip leg was pulled out suddenly.

Even the air was blown up and whistling.

"not good!!"

When Zhang Zheng heard the bad wind, he was terrified.

This leg is dangerous, don't take it hard!

But his combo was too smooth just now, and it was too late to change his moves.

With a ruthless heart, he kicked hard with his legs and kicked him straight.

"Oh!"

The legs slammed together hard.

"Crack!"

The crisp sound of bones breaking.

"what!!"

"my leg!!!"

Zhang Zhengyi curled up on the ground, clutching his calf and howling terribly.

His lips were trembling and white, and the sweat on his forehead burst out instantly.

Seeing that the corner of his mouth twisted strangely, George whipped his legs straight and kicked, like kicking a rubber ball, kicking Zhang Zheng who was screaming four or five meters away.

"Master Zhang, quickly admit defeat!" Someone outside the venue couldn't stand it any longer.

"That's right, don't hold back! That foreigner is too ruthless!"

"Master Zhang..."

As soon as Zhang Zheng heard the words, he endured the pain and raised his hand, wanting to admit defeat.

There was a flash of light in George's eyes, and he stepped forward quickly, circling his arms with his feet, and twisted his waist forcefully.

"click~"

Zhang Zhengyi's arm was suddenly twisted like a twist.

"what!!"

George grabbed Zhang Zhengyi's other hand with a big hand, and turned it around fiercely.

"Ahhh!!!"

Zhang Zhengyi's screaming voice changed.

Tears and snot all over his face.

Many people watched this scene with tears in their eyes.

Hong Zhennan suddenly stood up and cursed: "You bastard! This bastard is too deceitful!!"

"I'm going to admit defeat, this ghost is still so aggressive!" Luo Zitao was filled with righteous indignation, "What should we do now?"

Hong Kang stared at that face coldly, with a cold light shining.

George knelt down and looked at the embarrassed face: "Look, now, both of your hands can't move, how can you bear to lose? Hehe..."

Standing up, George walked around the ring slowly and looked at the clock. Less than 3 minutes had passed.

Looking around at the yelling of the people around him, the corner of his mouth curled up in a contemptuous arc.

Stretch out your thumb and poke down hard.

"You, mud, fight, no way!"

That expression made the Chinese martial artist below furious.

Slowly, step by step, like a cat playing with a mouse, George walked towards Zhang Zhengyi who was curled up on the ground.

Zhang Zheng, with both arms useless, watched the footsteps getting closer and closer.

He can't even throw in the towel now.

The referee is also a Chinese, so he is naturally on Zhang Zhengyi's side.

However, as a referee, the most important thing is to be fair.

This is what Master Hong Kang told him.

He stared helplessly at the clock as he walked minute by minute. For the first time, he thought, why does time pass so slowly? !

I cheered secretly in my heart: "Master Zhang, hold on!"

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(End of this chapter)