Ancient master modern police

"You don't need to keep your hands?" Zhang Qi shook his head amusedly, only thought that Wang Gang was a silly and cute boy, and his courage was commendable. Unfortunately, in modern times, there is no such thing as saying that each person lives his own life during a duel, flattering murder and breaking the law.

Moreover, when the police kill people, they kill the bodyguards of the big stars, which is an extra crime. If Zhang Qi doesn't need to keep his hands, Wang Gang's good-looking body can be regarded as a bigger sandbag at best, but one punch is enough to blow him up. .

"Okay, you can fight as you want." Zhang Qi would not kindly tell Wang Gang that he would pay attention to his hands and other nonsense. Zhang Qi's idea was: why should I abolish my martial arts? Depending on your mood, which onion are you?

Shaking his head first, and arrogantly looking down on himself, Wang Gang felt that Zhang Qi was acting too much, and thought to himself: "I really think that strength is great. I'll let you see that strength is not the only victory factor in battle."

Yang Feng is very rich, and the merchant responsible for organizing Yang Feng's concert is even richer, so Yang Feng was given a presidential suite with a gym in it, which provided the venue for the discussion.

After seeing Zhang Qi's strength, Wang Gang hesitated for a moment, put on the protective gear, and was very conscious of a sandbag, and the spectators persuaded Zhang Qi to wear the protective gear for safety. Be careful if you kill it, it will make a big fuss.

When warriors spar, those with a large difference in strength will not be able to fight real fire, and there will be fewer injuries. On the contrary, two people with similar strengths are more likely to have accidents.

Anyone who has been in a fight should know that there is actually only a fine line between being injured and being killed. In layman's terms, if a punch hits the hand and the bone is broken, then it is injured; if a punch hit the neck, the bone is broken, then It's dead.

Therefore, when martial arts practitioners are sparring, protective measures are very important. Those important parts are even covered with a thick layer of cushions.

Wearing protective gear is not only to protect oneself, but also to give the opponent a minimum of respect. The ancients died a lot in martial arts competitions because they lacked this point of view, and Zhang Qi did not have the awareness of wearing protective gear.

But do as the Romans do, in order to reassure everyone, Zhang Qi chose to put it on, but he didn't take off his shirt.

"Captain Zhang, it's better to change into another piece of clothing. Yours won't work." Wang Gang wanted to completely defeat Zhang Qi, who was in a perfect state, in order to save his lost face in terms of strength. Seeing that Zhang Qi was not serious, Speak out to persuade.

The human sandbag made a strong request, so Zhang Daxia had no choice but to satisfy him. Nai took off his shirt, and instead of looking for clothes to put on, he went shirtless.

"Damn!" The scars on Zhang Qi's body shocked Wang Gang directly, and he cursed in his heart: "Are you the police in Huayi City or the army in Afghanistan?"

The few onlookers were originally optimistic about Wang Gang, but the man with the scars was really cool. In fact, the scars on Zhang Qi's body are much better now, at least some of the lighter scars are now faintly visible. Those more fatal and deeper wounds still remained on the body.

Putting on the protective gear, although Zhang Daxia had never tried such a troublesome prelude to a sparring session, he was still happy after not loosening his muscles and bones for several days. Take a detour, even if you are beaten, you will never fight back. It is very interesting. Wang Gang's delivery is indeed timely.

"Start!" After the preparations, Zhang Qi said excitedly. After suppressing it for so long, Wang Gang is very annoying. He is not going to let him go tonight. If he wants to enjoy himself, he won't be able to escape.

Looking at Zhang Qi's excited eyes, a trace of fear flashed in Wang Gang's heart. He swallowed, nodded, and hypnotized himself for the second time, "He's just pretending, he's just pretending."

After Wang Gang first stepped forward and rushed forward, Zhang Qi stepped forward, without any trace of true energy, but he would not pretend to let Wang Gang be the object of training. He defined Wang Gang as a human sandbag, not a competition. object.

The three elements of combat, strength, speed, experience, and strength and speed, even if he didn't use his true qi, Zhang Qi beat Wang Gang by several blocks. After some tempering it is impossible.

As for experience, Wang Gang, who was a special soldier, continued to be thrown far away by the innate warrior Zhang Qi selected from the cruel rules, so Wang Gang was tragic.

Zhang Qi just hit directly from the side, because Wang Gang couldn't keep up with the speed, Wang Gang received a miserable punch first, and it was not over yet, after Zhang Qi hit Wang Gang with his right hand, he waved his left hand and hit Wang Gang's right shoulder directly.

These two strokes directly made Wang Gang's idea of ​​competing for superiority disappear, and turned into a full-scale defense. Zhang Qi kindly asked Wang Gang to withdraw and go back to defend, and then...

In order to make Wang Gang last longer, Zhang Qi specially picked the place where Wang Gang was defending to fight. In the next time, everyone saw Wang Gang move his hands and feet to the place where Zhang Qi was hitting in an orderly manner, and let out a "bang bang!" " sound.

Just holding on with one breath, Wang Gang, who was beaten like a grandson, couldn't even say the words to admit defeat. He was afraid that he would be distracted, and his head would definitely be blown off by Zhang Qi.

From everyone's point of view, Zhang Qi's strength was astonishing, and he suppressed Wang Gang so much that he couldn't move, and Wang Gang was also a tough guy.

In an instant, the impression of Wang Gang, who was beaten all over his head, in everyone's minds has improved a lot. Could this be the so-called blessing in disguise.

Zhang Qi fought very hard, but those who play circles know that no matter how long you swing your fist, you hope to hit it with all your strength in the last blow. In the words of the industry: the front is brewing, and the last blow is discouraged. , If you can't vent it, suffocate yourself to death.

As Zhang Qi hit faster and harder, of course Wang Gang knew that this was the opponent's last blow. How many bones will be broken on the red and swollen hands and feet?If he was accidentally hit on the head, Wang Gang would be terrified.

"Pa", "da", Zhang Qi's "small force" hit Wang Gang's body, and he also found that his body's breath was about to be unbearable, but fortunately, Zhang Qi had already chosen I set a target to vent my strength, and that is the 2-meter standing sandbag not far from them.

After kicking Wang Gang away with a "thud", there was a crisp sound of fracture in the opponent's hand, thinking that this was Zhang Qi's all-out discouraged blow, Zhang Qi bent his knees slightly at 30 degrees, and jumped sideways. to the front of the sandbag.

While everyone in the room was dumbfounded, he drew up his true energy and swung his right fist with all his might, hitting the sandbag flat.

With a sound of "boom", the 2-meter-high sandbags suddenly fell apart, and the whole one exploded.

"Nimma, it's a good thing he kept his hand!" Wang Gang, who fell on the ground, watched this scene, lost three souls and seven souls, and was so frightened that there was only this emotion left in his heart.