Dumb Please Take a Seat

  Chapter 223 Be good, this is too bad

   In the next two games, Wen Yao was beaten quite badly.

   There are only a handful of points that can be won, and very few points that can be kept.

   "Boom~"

  Wen Yao was knocked down by an uppercut again, staggered a few steps but couldn't stabilize his body, and went straight to the ground.

  Zhao Yan withdrew his hand, straightened up, and took advantage of the gap to wipe the sweat from his forehead. His eyes were full of admiration for Wen Yao.

  This person's perseverance is really amazing. If he can get points from the opponent, it is a waste of strength.

  He glanced down at his clenched fist.

   After two games, his arms were already trembling slightly.

   Compared with Wen Yao, this is not much better.

  The match between the two is not over yet, but it seems that the ending can be expected—

   Zhang Yan's round face wrinkled up when he saw Wen Yao being beaten out again.

   Be good, this beating is too miserable!

  Think about it, they also have and haven’t been beaten for a long time. Generally, it’s them who beat others.

   Grabbing the flesh on his stomach, Zhang Yan sighed. Now he is starting to feel his stomach hurts.

  The corner of his mouth was already bruised, Wen Yao shook his head, and after gathering his energy, he slowly stood up.

  He felt that the more he was beaten, the more energetic he was. He felt that the strength of his whole body was mobilized by the opponent one by one. At this moment, he just wanted to shoot, shoot, and shoot again!

  I want to find an outlet for that overflowing power, but I feel more and more excited.

  Although there were indescribable pains all over his body at the moment, the fullness of blood made him completely ignore the pain. Instead, he became more frustrated and courageous, and his whole body was full of vigorous vigor that made his blood throbbing.

  Gong Jiu squinted at Wen Yao on the ring, with a slight curve on his lips, but not a hint of a smile.

  In this game, someone will always be beaten.

If you are lucky and the opponent you are facing is not so tough, you may be able to take fewer hits, and it will be easier to win, but if you encounter a hard fire, then in the end you can only be like Wen Yao, struggling, Pain all over.

   Still, it's a great way to establish him in the future of the genre.

   After all, she was a little bored, as if thinking of something, she turned her head leisurely, "Brother—"

  Jun Gu closed his eyes and met her eyes, the light color was faint, and the ending sound was magnetic and gentle: "Huh?"

   Shaken by this particularly pleasant voice, Gong Jiu calmed down, put his hands in his pockets, stuffed a piece of candy in his mouth at some point, and his cheeks moved when he spoke:

   "MMA National Individual Competition, are you participating?"

  For a person like Jun Gu who is already at the top, what kind of competition he participates in depends on his mood.

  She just asked this question out of curiosity.

   After all, she is more interested in MMA than kickboxing.

  In sight, the man wearing a pair of golden glasses had a slightly shallow smile on his face, always showing some inexplicable burning: "Why, do you want me to go?"

   Gong Jiuan, who was not quite used to this feeling, moved his eyelids up and down, and blinked slowly with a small arc of eyes, "Could it be possible, if I let brother go, brother will go?"

  She doesn't have such a great ability, but she can also decide the selection of the Junior Fighting King.

   I think so, for Jun Gu, the current record and trophies are just icing on the cake.

  For the current Gong Jiuan, this is not the case.

   That day, the family member still compromised with her, but as far as the current limit of concessions is concerned, it is best for her to stick to her current position, there are many...

  Gong Jiu pursed her lips, thinking...occasional fouls should be harmless...

  The smile on Jun Gu's mouth was even wider, and he turned the bottle with little water in his hand in a nice arc, "That's not necessarily true."

   When he finished speaking, more than half of the audience stood up suddenly.

   There were bursts of exclamations.

   "Boss!"

   "Coach, look!"

   The two of them had a meal and looked towards the ring together.

   His brows were furrowed—

   MMA, mixed martial arts, for details, you can refer to Kunlun Jue and the like. The mixed martial arts in this article has undergone certain changes in the basic field of reality, so there will be some rules that are different from the comprehensive martial arts we recognize in real life.

  (end of this chapter)