Dumb Please Take a Seat

  Chapter 271 Winning

  Ye He moved his hand holding the water slightly, staring at the people on the stage with a frown between his eyebrows.

  What is she going to do?

  On stage.

   rustling—

  In Zhang Meng's dark and dilated pupils, the figure of the young man squatting opposite him twitched, turning into an afterimage invisible to the naked eye in the air and attacking him.

  The wind brought by it was like a cold blade, which made his face hurt.

   Zhang Meng's nerves tensed suddenly, he only felt that in a blink of an eye, a person three meters away had already arrived in front of him.

   He was startled.

  However, even if he reacted with the fastest speed, he could not avoid Gong Jiuhan's subsequent attacks.

   Forced to retreat in embarrassment one after another.

  He was breathing faster, and his blood was surging continuously. Facing the boy who suddenly burst out, he was not just struggling.

   In this game, he is probably going to lose!

  A clear cognition flashed through his mind, Zhang Mengzai took a deep breath, and suddenly calmed down—what if he lost? He will do his best!

  The two teeth between the lips are biting tightly. If someone can look carefully at this time, they will definitely see a trace of blood overflowing from the corner of the boy's mouth.

   Eyes dyed deep red are wild.

  No one saw, the veins on her clenched fists were bulging, and the engorged blood vessels became more and more obvious under the dazzlingly white skin.

  Gong Jiuhan almost put all his strength into this last move.

  She wants to KO someone.

  The fact is also the same, but Zhang Meng, who knows that he will lose after this blow, simply puts away his remaining strength, and at the same time Gong Jiu is coming towards him silently, he punches quickly.

   One shot, one hit.

  The movements of the two of them were like a parallel line, heading towards each other without stopping.

"boom-"

  Zhang suffered a punch and a kick, and the two moves alternated seamlessly during the time he shot.

In the next second, the shock pain from his whole body came from his chest one after another, and then his eyes narrowed suddenly, and he crossed the sky full of disbelief and surprise, and slammed into the railing on the edge of the octagonal ring, Then hit the ground heavily.

  How could it be... How could someone perform two attacks in a row without any delay in the movement that others can only use one move!

   Unexpectedly, Zhang Meng would desperately want to "retaliate" with her move. That punch hit her shoulder hard, and her body fell backwards uncontrollably.

   Clinging to the countertop and staggering for several steps, Gong Jiuhan managed to stabilize his body.

  She lowered her eyes, looking quietly and shallowly at Zhang Meng who fell to the ground opposite.

  Shoulders trembled slightly.

  The person on the ground seemed to have been severely injured, his face full of pain was twisted together, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and a few drops fell on the table as he kept struggling.

  The striker is tentatively determined, and the referee counts down the place.

  In fighting competitions, the scary thing is not the fighting process. For the weak side of a match, the referee's countdown process is the most tormenting.

   During this process, if you can successfully stand up again, it means that you can continue to fight and the game will continue as usual. Otherwise, you will admit defeat.

  Looking at Zhang Meng's current state, the referee's countdown came from far and near in his ears, and the short ten seconds seemed like years.

   Pain all over his body, from head to toe, Zhang Meng's brain buzzed harshly, the huge pain blurred his vision, and the whole world was spinning and scattered.

  He wanted to struggle to hit the ground, but the slowness of his brain and his disobedient body prevented him from making any moves.

  Can only keep muttering on the ground.

   Hiss—

   "beep—"

  The gasp of the crowd and the whistle of the referee sounded at the same time.

   "MMA preliminaries have 1 round, ET Gong Jiu is dead, win!"

  The referee raised the boy's hand high, and his thick voice echoed through every corner of the fighting arena along with the media.

   After a brief silence, the audience burst into applause—

   "Damn it! A powerful strike!"

   "How many rounds is this? The second round, right? Did you kill K?"

   "Did you see it? Was the speed just now normal?"

   "At first I thought that Hua Ge might win, however! Gong Jiuhan is really a big surprise!"

   "Isn't this the first sparring that ended so quickly with a KO opponent?"

   "Coach Gong is still as tough as ever. I was there at the scene of pressing people to score points last time. Compared with this one, it burns too much..."

   "Tch, isn't it just defeating a little rookie, what's so arrogant about it?"

   "Hey, there is a problem with what you said. Although Zhang Meng is a rookie, his strength in the game is still very good."

   "That is, the speed and agility of Coach Gong's shots. I dare say that looking at the fighting circle, there are very few who can reach this level. Just say, who has appeared in the ring with such a speed that the naked eye cannot distinguish faces?"

   "Tsk, I've only been on the field twice and now I'm floating, what should I do in the future?"

   "To be honest, based on just two rounds, oh no, one and a half rounds won by KO, it seems that Coach Gong has already dumped most newcomers and even old people in the circle!"

   "Yes... such a short period of time is really crazy..."

   "If Coach Gong hadn't been so 'crazy' in the ring, we wouldn't call her dumb..."

   "Master, don't say it, it's apt!"

  People were talking to each other, their faces flushed with excitement. Although there were some, those sarcastic and sour voices were rarely heard.

   "Hey, do you think Coach Gong's moves look familiar?"

  In the crowd, someone murmured something, but was quickly drowned out by louder voices.

  Lin Yao stared at the young man on the ring, and the moment she heard him win, she almost couldn't help standing up.

   "I'll go! Is Jiuyin playing Fast and Furious?"

   Eliminating people in less than two rounds is so fast that people are speechless.

  Repressing the excitement in her heart, Lin Yao listened to Song Zixiran's excited talking voice, the corners of her mouth curled up, and her hands on her lap were tightly clenched.

"Hey, why did Jiuhan come to an end so quickly?" Song Zixi was a little puzzled when he saw the referee twitched his hands as soon as the result was announced, and turned to leave the ring: "Others win with their fists raised." There was a lot of cheers in the arena, why did it change completely when it came to Jiuhan?"

   Not only did he not cheer, but he didn't seem to remember it at all.

  Lin Yao stared at her eyes, exhaled from Yaoyao, and smiled slightly: "It's not like you don't know what kind of temper Jiu'an is."

  Looking at Zhang Yang's wantonness, he was angry and dragged, but he was the most indifferent.

   "Yes." Song Zixi shrugged.

  Here, the ET team was also immersed in shock and cheers.

  At first, I thought that even if Gong Jiuhan would advance successfully in the end, judging from her state today, she would have to fight for three to five rounds, but she didn't want Gong Jiuhan to end everything so soon.

   And ended with a perfect KO opponent with a majestic force that feels overwhelming.

  MMA is different from a three-round K1 free fighting match. It has ten rounds in a round. Whether you win or not depends on the respective score. If you can knock out your opponent in the battle, you will end the game early and directly advance to win.

  No one could have imagined that Gong Jiuhan would choose to end the battle so quickly.

"I still feel that the coach is very wrong today." Su Yu was excited, but still frowned, recalling the scene where Gong Jiuhan was suddenly suppressed and locked up at that time, he felt strange after thinking about it: "I have fought so many times with the coach. , she always looks indifferent and relaxed, how can an opponent of this level get close to her?"

   How could a person who played battles as easily as eating, have such a mistake of being easily trapped by a fledgling character?

   "Indeed." Wen Yao agreed, and he also noticed that something was wrong with Gong Jiuhan today, "But before going on stage, everything was normal."

  Yu Guang leaned closer: "After the result was announced, the coach went straight off the ring. It's been a while since no one was seen."

  Su Yu looked up, and sure enough, apart from the staff and referees who were carrying Huage down, there was no familiar figure in the ring.

  His heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously turned to look for Jun Gu: "Boss—"

  However, the person who was standing over there disappeared at some point.

  Getting off the ring, Gong Jiuhan did not return to the team, but avoided people as quickly as possible and walked outside the arena.

   Pain, severe pain.

  Her brain was buzzing, as if someone was holding an awl and stabbing her brain nerves non-stop.

  The sharp stabbing pain is like waves beating on the shore, one wave after another.

  She never expected that her body would have problems during this gap.

  At this time, everyone was watching the game in the arena, and there were few people to see in the space outside the infield, which made it much easier for her to walk.

  After turning an aisle, Gong Jiuhan's eyes darkened for a while, and his body fell down uncontrollably.

   Looking back, I found a BUG! Chapter 168, it's the TRO team, not DOOM, and it's G, not D! Sorry everyone! Such a big mistake! But the article has been locked and cannot be changed, so please avoid this point below! Pretty sorry! This kind of mistake that should not have occurred!

  (end of this chapter)