Valkyrie Development Program

Chapter 113 Team Battle
Zhang Pingping said a few words, making Xiao Meng's complexion a little better, and then nodded.

"That's it, I'll go up first." Zhang Pingping nodded calmly, then walked towards the ring.

Xiao Meng looked at her red plaid skirt thoughtfully, and when she raised her head, she saw a face with a 'kind' expression.

Lei Yiyi smiled 'kindly' and looked at Xiao Meng: "What did you say just now?"

Seeing Lei Yiyi's chilling face, Xiao Meng shrank her neck and waved her hands quickly.

"I didn't say anything, but my junior asked me to help."

After hearing this, Lei Yiyi smiled and nodded, and sat beside Xiao Meng with a trace of resentment.

Sometimes, Lei Yiyi found that people like Zhang Pingche were really out of his control, they had clear opinions, they were calm but restless, and they had a strong purpose.

"Hey." Lei Yiyi looked at Zhang Pingping's back slowly walking up to the ring, and sighed faintly, not knowing what to write in his heart.

Xiao Meng looked at Lei Yiyi's focused eyes, and looked down at the personal terminal on the skirt, feeling a little complicated in her heart.

Yuan Long looked at Zhang Pingche who came to the stage, grinned and showed his white teeth, and said with a smile, "I thought you wouldn't come? After all, bullying a weak guy like you really doesn't give you any sense of accomplishment."

Listening to Yuan Long's provocative words, Zhang Pingping looked sideways, as if bored.

Chris leaned against the side of the ring, watching the strange atmosphere, coughed lightly: "Are you all ready?"

Both nodded.

"Then let's start. As for the winning or losing criteria?" Chris's blue eyes narrowed slightly: "Until one side admits defeat."

Yuan Long shook his shoulders, and his two thick arms were erected directly to protect the position of his head and chest. At the same time, his feet also moved, and his center of gravity fell steadily between his feet.

Zhang Pingping did not expect that Yuan Long, who had been rushing forward, chose to be on the defensive.

Since Yuan Long wanted to defend, Zhang Pingze did not suggest taking the initiative to attack and seize the opportunity.

Looking at Yuan Long who was leaning steadily towards him, Zhang Pingche turned his back foot horizontally, his whole leg was slightly bent, and then suddenly kicked straight, sending out a powerful explosive force.

Zhang Pingche's body rushed straight forward, instead of a side attack, but a frontal assault. The right fist held in his waist, like a yellow python coming out of a hole, shot out, aiming at the space between Yuan Long's arms. Just drilled through.

The moment Yuan Long saw Zhang Pingping move, he also moved immediately. His left arm pressed down, directly suppressing the drill fist in front of Zhang Pingche, and then turned his right arm, which was as thick as a thigh, to directly swing the fist horizontally at Zhang Pingche's. The head was pulled away.

Such a thick arm did not affect Yuan Long's shooting speed at all, which shows that he has excellent control over power.

The muscles of the entire arm and the strength of twisting the waist are all mobilized, and the power of this punch can be called terrifying.

One leg of the axe can break the shoulder bone, and Yuan Long's punch is not too weak, and it is even stronger than the axe in terms of strength.

Naturally, Zhang Pingche would not give up the preemptive opportunity so easily, his left hand had already expected to reach forward, and suddenly pressed on Yuan Long's right shoulder.

Suddenly there was an obstacle in the way of swinging the fist, which immediately made Yuan Long feel like a stick in his throat. Although he tried his best to swing his right arm, it was easily restrained by the much slender arm.

The moment he stretched out his left hand to touch his shoulder, Zhang Pingche withdrew his fruitless right fist.

Stepping forward, Zhang Pingping stood directly next to Yuan Long, his left hand firmly pressed Yuan Long's shoulder, and his slender and vigorous fingers firmly touched the center of Yuan Long's shoulder blade.

This light press caused Yuan Long's face to change drastically, and severe pain immediately came from the center of the shoulder blade, and the whole arm seemed to soften in an instant.

The pain caused Yuan Long to tilt to the left.

On the other hand, Zhang Pingche was expressionless. He raised his right arm that had been waiting for a long time, bent his arm into an elbow, grabbed his shoulder with his left hand, and pointed the tip of his elbow at Yuan Long's exposed right neck, and slammed it fiercely.

Yuan Long's complexion changed drastically, and he raised his mouth forcefully. With his left arm completely unprepared, he directly punched Zhang Pingchee's lower abdomen, vowing to fight Zhang Pingchee and hurt both sides.

bang bang-

Two almost simultaneous dull collision sounds came out.

Zhang Pingping took three steps back clutching his stomach, the veins on his forehead protruding.

On the other hand, Yuan Long was directly hit on the neck by an elbow, and fell to the ground sullenly, covering his neck and grinning, his face flushed red.

Zhang Pingping gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, his lower abdomen swelled and then retracted, suppressing the discomfort in his abdomen.

A strengthener is a strengthener after all, even an unprepared punch would shake Zhang Pingzhen's internal organs, making him unable to breathe, and a little bit of force would cause a pain in his lower abdomen.

Yuan Long held his neck and stood up. Although it was painful, it seemed that there was nothing wrong with it.

"Oh, there are two tricks, labor and capital's fist tastes good." Yuan Long twisted his neck, but grinned in pain.

Zhang Pingche didn't say much, he made a wrong step and directly crossed the distance of three steps, like a gust of wind, he rushed to Yuan Long's eyes suddenly, and greeted Yuan Long's vital points with his fists.

Although the abdomen was in severe pain, Yuan Long, who had been elbowed, was definitely weaker than him at the moment.

Yuan Long's head was still a little dizzy at this time, and he couldn't react at all to the overwhelming fists falling, so he just put his hands on his head, curled up his body, and resisted.

A gleam flashed in Zhang Pingping's eyes, waiting for you to stick to it.

The steps under his feet changed suddenly, and Zhang Pingche, who was still attacking in front just now, suddenly slipped and turned directly to Yuan Long's side and rear.

Such a weird way of moving directly made Yuan Long unable to react in time.

Before he could turn around, he was hit in the side by a punch. Yuan Long let out a muffled grunt, and slid to the right side, avoiding Zhang Pingze's attack by the way.

At the moment of sliding, Zhang Pingzhen kicked up suddenly, kicking back on the bend of Yuan Long's right leg that was retreating.

The bend of his leg was hit from the side, under the action of such a strong shearing force, even if Yuan Long was a strengthener with rough skin and thick flesh, he couldn't stand such an attack.

As soon as his right leg went limp, Yuan Long knelt down on one knee and groaned in pain.

"Hold the grass!" Under the stimulation of pain, Yuan Long couldn't bear it any longer, and directly waved his fist recklessly, covering Zhang Pingchee.

Rapid swinging fists and straight fists, consecutively and randomly swung towards Zhang Pingchen.

Zhang Pingping flicked his feet, out of Yuan Long's attack range, and looked at Yuan Long's wild swings with calm eyes.

Yuan Long used Wang Baquan to force Zhang Pingche back, and his right leg was trembling, and he forced himself to stand up.

"Do you want to continue?" Zhang Pingze asked calmly.

At this time, all the players in the audience were stunned. They had never seen this style of play before.

They have also seen nimble and agile players, but those people basically change places with one punch, relying on agility to fight guerrilla warfare, there is absolutely no such thing as Zhang Pingche.

Although his strength is not strong, he dared to fight with Yuan Long close to his body. However, Yuan Long couldn't show [-]% of his strength and [-]% of his strength. The problem of insufficient attack power.

There was also some surprise in Chrissy's eyes, she only knew that Zhang Pingche practiced some strange movements that looked bluffing every day, but she didn't expect that these movements would have such practical uses.

"Maybe, after he joins, he can pass on these skills to others so that everyone can learn." Chris had a bold idea.

Fighting in the interstellar era has become more and more simple and practical due to the emergence of enhancers. Physical qualities such as strength and agility have become the main factors determining strength, while the role of skills has been gradually weakened.

And the skills shown by Zhang Pingze have already convinced Chris, no, maybe it shouldn't be called skills, this is an art of fighting.

Every action looks a little strange, but it has a special meaning.

The movement of putting the shoulders together seemed simple, but it was the key movement for Zhang Pingping to maintain his advantage. Such a simple movement not only restricted Yuan Long's strength, but also paved the way for the next attack.

"Continue!!" Yuan Long roared, and rushed towards Zhang Pingze.

Looking at Yuan Long who was full of flaws, Zhang Pingche suddenly felt a little bored. He hadn't tried his best in the battle just now, his dynamic vision hadn't exploded, and he hadn't used the method of punching acupuncture points. Too much strength.

Whether it was Yuan Long's limit or his other abilities, he didn't want to be exposed to the camera. Who knew that Yuan Long planned to continue.

"Forget it, if you don't show something threatening enough, maybe this competition is meaningless." Zhang Pingping thought for a while, looking at Yuan Long who was rushing over, thinking.

Yuan Long's fist hit Zhang Pingche's head, and his whole body tensed up, exerting the power of this punch to the extreme.

How to punch more powerfully, how to defend more firmly, how to move faster and safer, seems to have become the pursuit of today's fighting.

Zhang Pingche's pupils shrank, and Yuan Long's extremely rapid movements immediately slowed down, just like a slow-motion close-up in a movie.

With a wave of his hand, he slashed lightly on Yuan Long's arm.

Yuan Long's face immediately revealed a wonderful and painful look.

In turn, Yuan Long's other fist rushed over.

Zhang Pingping raised his hand and kowtowed lightly, the expression on Yuan Long's face became even more exciting.

Yuan Long attacked crazily, but Zhang Pingche seemed to be playing an dodge game, his body swayed slightly from side to side, and he dodged all of them without dropping a single punch. Every time he dodged, it was like scratching an itch. A slap or a point, or a light kick on Yuan Long's leg as if he raised his foot as if playing house.

It seems that Yuan Long has gained the upper hand at this moment, but Zhang Pingping is like a boat that is tottering in the stormy attack, and may be overturned by the howling wind at any time.

However, within half a minute, Yuan Long, who had the upper hand, suddenly lost his feet and fell directly to the ground.

The thigh-thick arm, like a boiled shrimp, turned red, as red as blood, and his legs trembled uncontrollably, with a frightened expression on his face: "My hand, my hand! , why didn’t you obey me!!!”

"Brother Long!"

"Yuan Long!"

Looking at the students from the fighting department rushing up, Zhang Pingping took two steps back, and said softly, "He's fine, he'll be fine after a short rest, I'm very measured in my strikes."

"In this case, I should be considered to have won." Zhang Pingche took a heavy breath, the clothes on his body were already soaked in sweat, it can be seen that the series of actions just now were not easy.

Chris stared at Yuan Long with wide eyes, and then looked at Zhang Pingze: "You, how did you do it?"

"You can call it acupuncture." Zhang Pingze said calmly.

　Ps: There will be recommendations next week, I am touched, thank you for your support.

　　


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