Hong Kong Entertainment: Kung Fu Superstar 1981

Chapter 63 Defeating Su Long
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

On the boxing ring, the roar of heavy punches constantly echoed in the arena.

The surrounding ropes trembled slightly, as if the entire boxing ring was shaking due to Zhang Yang's heavy blow.

As for Su Long lying on the ground, his fists might not be able to stop Zhang Yang's onslaught, not to mention that one arm had already been broken by Zhang Yang with a cross on the spot, so how could the remaining arm be able to resist Zhang Yang's double attack? The continuous offensive of fists.

The falling fists and heavy blows were like carpet bombing.

As for Su Long, who suffered such a violent attack, his face was already miserable. Under the collapsed nose bridge, blood from the nostrils was still dripping, covering his entire mouth. His eye sockets were swollen like quail eggs, and his eyes were almost swollen. Covered by swollen skin.

But in the end, it is the person who can hit the vague ground with his fists in Xinyi'an. Even though it has been so miserable, Su Long has not fainted yet, and is still stubbornly clenching his teeth.

Backbone, but pointless.

The ferocious light in Zhang Yang's eyes did not diminish due to the bombardment and fist blows just now, but instead burned even more fiercely.

Zhang Yang grabbed Su Long's left arm and wrist, which was still in front of him, and then took advantage of the situation to directly pull him up from the ground.

Su Long's body was like a broken sack. After being lifted up from the ground by Zhang Yang, he was thrown directly over his shoulders!

"Oh!"

As the whole back hit the ring hard, the audience at the scene burst into exclamations!
In fact, from the beginning of the game to the present, the audience has not made much noise.

The reason for such a situation was entirely because compared to the last time he played against Jiang Fude, Zhang Yang's style of play this time was more fierce and violent. The audience almost held their breath collectively after seeing Su Long being knocked down at the beginning.

It was not until this moment of over-the-shoulder fall that the audience finally let out the shouts they had been holding in their throats for a long time.

"Sharp! Last time I just heard that Zhang Yang was good at kung fu, but I didn't expect him to be so good."

"That Su Long from the Yamato Fight Club is just like a sandbag. It's so miserable."

"Yeah, he's holding his mother, today's Zhang Yang is worse than my old man..."

"If your old man is really so fierce, you are not 24 years old today, but your 24th anniversary."

"But it's a bit too hard, isn't it?"

"I also think that if the fight continues, will it kill someone?"

Just when the entire audience couldn't help but feel sorry for Su Long, Zhang Yang finished the over-the-shoulder fall, but he didn't let go. Instead, he tightly held Su Long's remaining left arm, and used the cross lock again. !

"Crack!"

"Your mother, I'm a bitch!"

At this time, Su Long, who had been holding on for a long time like an iron man, finally couldn't help but howl.

If you listen carefully, you can even hear a little bit of crying from the wailing.

With the only remaining intact arm being broken, Su Long's psychological defense was completely defeated.

In his mind now, there is no ambition about the future anymore, but only one idea left.

escape!
Run away!
No matter what the result and price are, he just wants to escape from this nightmare cage-like boxing ring as soon as possible!
But Zhang Yang obviously didn't intend to let him go.

Two arms are broken, don't they still have two legs?
A broken arm is a disability, and a broken finger is also a disability.

Just as Zhang Yang slowly let go of his hands and stood up, ready to move again, Chen Huimin, who was under the boxing ring, couldn't help coughing.

The referee, who had been staring blankly, suddenly woke up like a dream, and hurriedly stepped forward to stop Zhang Yang.

"Stop! The game is over!"

"Jingle Bell!"

Under the signal of the referee swinging his arms, the linesman off the court pulled the bell of the game, announcing the end of the game.

Xiang Huaguo in the audience took a deep look at Zhang Yang, turned around and gave instructions to the people next to him, then stood up and left the arena without looking back, while Su Long's disciples swarmed He rushed onto the ring and surrounded Su Long.

Everyone looked at Su Long's injury, and at the same time, they were secretly a little scared while their chests were filled with anger.

They were all taught by Su Long. No one knows more about Su Long's strength than them.

But it is the master who is so strong in their eyes, and now he is beaten on the stage without any power to fight back, and even so miserable that his body is completely shattered and his face is invisible. How can they not be shocked or afraid!
Among the disciples, Du Lianshun who is the closest to Su Long couldn't help but clenched his fists, and turned their heads to stare at Zhang Yang.

But Zhang Yang looked at him expressionlessly, and said indifferently: "Today is an open challenge to your Yamato Fighting Club. If you still refuse to accept it, I can play an extra match with you. How about it? Do you want to come?" A pass?"

Fighting against Zhang Yang in the boxing ring?
The anger in his chest and his feelings for Su Long urged Du Lian to accept the challenge.

But the only sliver of rationality left in his brain was like a rein, tightly tied to Du Lianshun.

He was able to stand here calmly, not because of how strong a sliver of reason is, but because this sliver of reason is warning him that if he plays, his final end will only be more miserable than his master.

After taking a deep look at Zhang Yang, Du Lianshun didn't say a word, but followed the others and silently carried Su Long down.

Looking at their figures leaving the scene in embarrassment, Zhang Yang took a deep breath.

He knew that this matter was obviously not over yet.

But no matter what, Su Long is considered a cripple. Even if he recovers from his injuries, the broken joints and bones will still be his Achilles heel for the rest of his life. What's more, with the medical technology of the 80s, Su Long Whether he can really recover from this injury is probably a big question mark.

Calm your mind.

Zhang Yang didn't think about the Yamato Fighting Club for the time being.

Although his performance on the boxing ring was a little "out of control" in order to vent his anger, he still did not forget his real purpose today. Solving Su Long was just one of them, and the most important thing was naturally to fight for "Jing Wu Heroes" Xuanfa.

In Hong Kong Island, no matter who you use as a talisman, there is no such thing as using banknotes as a talisman!

Turning his head to face the audience, Zhang Yang restrained his indifferent expression during the game and showed a big smile instead.

Until this moment, his previously ferocious demeanor had completely faded away, as if he had returned to the well-known movie star Zhang Yang. The audience at the scene was obviously very proud of it, and they stood up and applauded, while some people shouted at the top of their lungs. shouted.

"Good job! Zhang Yang, sharp!"

When Zhang Yang heard the audience's enthusiastic response, he couldn't help but smile, and then he came to the side rope, waved to the staff in the audience, and signaled them to hand over the microphone.

Holding the microphone in his hand, Zhang Yang did not speak in a hurry, but turned around the ring, then lowered his head, put the microphone by his lips, took a deep breath, and then said that sentence The long-awaited words of the audience.

"Now, let's talk."

(End of this chapter)