Ultimate Master

I took the opportunity to rub my eyes and looked over there carefully -- yes, Secretary Zhang really put a hand on Cheng Yameng's shoulder!

And Cheng Ya Meng is still focused on the stage, there is no reaction!

What's going on?

Linked to just now Cheng Yameng wipe sweat for Secretary Zhang, and then to this time's overt ambiguous act, I simply want to collapse!

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In my heart, I was making all kinds of conjectures.

At this moment, if I didn't stand on the stage, I would rush over to make Secretary Zhang crazy! But this situation, this scene, how can I ease the pain in my heart? My heart, almost in a moment, chaos!

Of course, Mike won't let me get distracted. Just when I was in a state of mind and started to guess right and wrong, a heavy blow hit me frantically in the head. When I realized the danger and wanted to dodge, it was already late. My nose was hit, although not as the bridge of the nose was broken, but a moist but quickly filled the nasal cavity, I used a sip, hands covered with blood. To be sure, under my slight Dodge, Mike's punch on my nose was not too strong, but I was born with a weak nose and a bleeding nose, which was the biggest weakness in my organs. Therefore, the occurrence of this bloody incident immediately surprised the leaders and comrades in arms. Director Qi frowned and sighed under the stage, looking anxious. Cheng Yameng is also worried, and he can't help but walk forward. He doesn't know what he said in a soft voice at the corner of his mouth.

However, the scene just now is still evolving. When I touched Cheng Ya Meng again, Secretary Zhang's hand also appeared behind Cheng Ya Meng again!

I can see that Secretary Zhang is deliberately angry with me!

Why, why? His proud appearance, fixed in my heart, makes my anger once again rush to every corner of the body.

To tell you the truth, I really want to rush out of the stage and ask Cheng Yameng and Secretary Zhang what the truth is, and even give Secretary Zhang a mad meal to relieve my anger. The ambiguity between Secretary Zhang and Cheng Yameng made me unable to devote myself to the confrontation with Mike.

How can I settle down? My girlfriend has been robbed!

Mike, of course, found my restlessness again, and continued to seize the opportunity to launch a fierce counterattack against me.

I clenched my fist, and my anger turned into an invisible force. I tried to temporarily transfer my resentment against Secretary Zhang to Mike. At this moment, every cell in my body seemed to be activated, and every nerve reached the designated combat position.

I want to vent, I want to vent -- the anger in my heart is getting stronger and stronger. Seeing Mike's fists and feet like raindrops, I didn't mean to dodge at all, but tried to block it.

I don't feel the pain in my arm. I have only one belief now: anger will explode on stage!

When people are angry, their fighting spirit is very strong. All the danger, all the pain, are no longer important, the important thing is to vent, vent the anger in the heart, vent the endless pain in the heart!

To a certain extent, I'm a ghost. I'm like a tiger down the mountain. I don't wait for Mike to react, so I'm bold enough to attack. I think of Mike as my rival in love. I'll beat him as fast as I can! I was almost out of my mind, and the picture just played back and forth in my mind. Grief and anger sprang up in my heart and turned into an irresistible force. As the saying goes, the best defense is to attack. The more fierce I attack, the more his fighting spirit will be reduced. He will not only hurt the opponent, but also save his strength for himself. Even though I put the defense aside and just went on a crazy counterattack, Mike never got a chance to hit me again.

I believe I'm going crazy at this moment. The power of my fist is beyond the limit before. It's as fast as lightning. It blooms on Mike. He doesn't have any chance to fight back.

I feel better when he's covered!

The cheers and shouts of the audience became a piece, just like the movie entered the climax, which attracted blood.

My fist hit Mike in the chest, although it can cause him some trauma, but it is not particularly obvious. After all, Mike's fighting ability is quite strong, and his chest and abdominal muscles are particularly developed, so I realized that after a series of attacks. After all, it's hard for Mike to be knocked down if he attacks like this. At best, it's just injury.

Mike, under the attack of my disorderly fists, gradually figured out the way to strengthen his own protection.

I changed the direction of my attack and started to make a squint at Mike's head. After all, Mike is much taller than I am, and the only way to hit him in the head is with his fist tilted up.

When the fist is tilted, the strength will be greatly reduced. There was no obvious discomfort with the fist in Mike's face. I just jumped up and punched in the air. At first, Mike was able to dodge, but the more I fought, the faster my fist went, the faster I got to the point where I was close to my shadow.

When I successfully hit Mike in the air, Mike involuntarily "ah" and leaned 30 degrees.One punch after another bloomed in Mike's face.

Mike suffered a series of heavy injuries and had to hold his head to protect him, but I didn't want to let go of a couple of very fast tandem legs that hit Mike in the abdomen.

The third foot, powerful, kicks Mike to fall back!

Venting in anger really works, and it's nice to beat someone else. At this time, Mike didn't know what was going on. He had become the victim of my "lovelorn" and the substitute of secretary Zhang's son of a bitch!

I'm crazy, I don't care about the rules any more. I come forward to greet you with fists and fists.

Poor Mike, less and less strength, I went over another hook, hit his cheek, this punch, concentrated all my body strength.

Mike fell to the ground again. When he got up again, his face was full of bruises and bruises, and the corner of his mouth began to bleed. I didn't know if it was a broken tooth or a broken cheek.

His body was shaking, and his arms were already shaking.

I snapped my teeth, turned my body, and then I hit him in the face with a side kick.

Mike fell down again.

So many times, Mike's face has been covered with blood. Where else does he look? There was no life on his face.

He no longer had the ability to defend, and he couldn't even put up his posture.

On the rostrum, the American staff asked for a truce. Director Cheng also agreed. He took time to call director Qi and said, "it's almost done. Let Zhao Yunlong not damage Mike. Otherwise, how can we tell Mr. President?"

With a deep smile on his face, he turned around and seemed eager to enjoy the beating of American guards. So his pace was not fast until he reached the edge of the ring, and he deliberately stopped for a moment, pretending to look for the whistle.

On the stage, I still couldn't control myself to show "maltreatment" behavior, and my fists kept blooming on Mike.

I think I'm crazy; I think if it's not Mike who is standing on the stage, but Zhang Huaqiang, Secretary Zhang, then he will be more miserable than Mike!

A whistle, still deaf to me, I went up and grabbed Mike's collar, and with a cross hook, Mike fell over and spit out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, spraying it into the air and splashing all over me.

Mike fell to the ground and couldn't get up again.

I rushed forward, used kicking, elbow top and other techniques, and launched further attacks --

the world was boiling. I think at this moment, everyone must regard me as the devil, as the devil! But I like this, I want to vent, I want to vent ― br >

it's not that I am not calm enough, nor am I prone to violence, but that the scene just now is too tearing my heart and making me feel angry. Originally, under the pressure of various aspects, I went to the security company to be a security guard. Against my will, I lost my love and even lost all glory and glory. For the country, for the special security bureau, I recognize But Zhang Huaqiang, that son of a bitch, took the opportunity to rob my lover of Cheng Yameng! Zhang Huaqiang is my comrade in arms and once my superior. I can give him anything else, but only love, only Cheng Yameng, is impossible, absolutely impossible! I can't give it to him!!!

He robbed my Cheng Ya dream, I will beat him a life can not take care of themselves!!!

He robbed me of Cheng Ya Meng. What should I do in the future?

He robbed my dream of Cheng Ya, and I --

to be exact, at this moment, I am really going crazy!

I can't feel the pain of a broken heart.

In this case, where can I be rational?

Obviously, Mike has become a substitute for me to vent my pain. He is innocent, but he should fight!

I felt a touch of comfort in his unbridled beating. The feeling of venting let me temporarily cover up the pain of lovelorn, but I know, all this, can't be so easy to end!

I will never allow anyone to rob my lover or my Cheng Ya dream.

Cheng Yameng, she only belongs to me Zhao Yunlong!!!

I thought a lot in my heart, and my anger turned into a fierce fist on Mike.

It's still a competition. It's just killing people!

I think my barbarism must have shocked all the people on the stage, and then my goal has been achieved! I just want everyone to know that I am a devil, I am a devil!

I am a madman for love!

Seeing such a bloody scene, the US representative on the rostrum couldn't help cursing: "what is this doing? Is this a competition? Is this a martial arts competition? It's trying hard! No, no, no, no, stop, stop, let that crazy guy stop. If there's something wrong with Mike, I'll take the responsibility of China ZF on behalf of America's ZF Stop, stop... "

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