Zhang Tianzhi calmly held his fists to the four sides.

He was very calm on the surface, but he was actually quite excited. This was the first time that so many people cheered and cheered for him in many years of practicing martial arts.

Although he only defeated a poor character.

"Wing Chun, Zhang Tianzhi!"

"Wing Chun, Zhang Tianzhi!!"

“…”

Listening to the cheers in the audience, Zhang Tianzhi became even more convinced that he must get a good ranking here, or even the first place, and promote his name as "Wing Chun Authentic".

Some people below were also discussing Zhang Tianzhi's performance in a low voice.

Hong Zhennan asked: "Akang, do you understand?"

"I didn't expect a master to come in the first game." Hong Kang nodded, "This [Bianzhi's] is very good, and he should have obtained the true teaching!"

"However, from his eyes, I saw his desire to become famous."

Hong Zhennan refused to comment: "Who will not have the will of fame and fortune?"

Hong Kang was stunned and then smiled: "That's true."

Not all warriors can eat and eat all kinds of precious medicinal materials like him.

Some people with enough eyesight naturally know that Zhang Tianzhi is a strong enemy, while those who do not have enough knowledge naturally feel that the game is not exciting enough.

Especially the foreigner.

"Are these two people acting? Why did they fall down after a few fingers??"

The mustache is speaking.

His words were approved by those on the side.

"It must be! But this kind of person will definitely be done when he meets George."

But George doesn't think so.

Although he didn't understand acupoints, his years of experience in fighting teaching made him know that the tall man did not seem to be performed.

George judged: "It should have hit the nerve sensitive point just now."

After Zhang Tianzhi went to the competition area to rest, many people cast their scrutiny eyes.

He turned a deaf ear and adjusted his breathing.

The two fingers just now looked simple, but they required eyesight, agility, speed of action, and accuracy.

He is not only recovering his physical strength, but also preparing to observe the heights of other players.

The host came on stage.

I made a comment that exaggerated the atmosphere and then announced loudly.

"The second game: [Tomahawk: George] vs. [Tan Leg: Zhang Zhengyi]!!"

As soon as the two of them came on stage, the scene was very lively.

Many foreigners began to shout "George, George", and it seemed that their popularity was quite high.

When George stepped onto the ring, the person who didn't know him suddenly exclaimed, because his appearance was too oppressive.

He is over 1.9 meters tall, and almost everyone on the court looks down.

The military green tight short sleeves pressed against him, outlining the explosive muscles, with sharp eyes and murderous aura. Ordinary people may retreat three times when they look at him.

George hugged his chest with his arms crossed, and a hint of coldness was hidden in his eyes.

Almost all the experts with some vision realized that this is not simple called George, and the physique of Guangguang is like a synonym for strength.

Hong Zhennan worried, "That "Tan Le Zhang" may be in trouble!"

"It's not possible, but there's definitely no chance to win." Hong Kang said, "I just hope he finds the right time to admit defeat, and don't be too seriously injured by then."

Hong Zhennan's face darkened, and he had a bad premonition.

Although Zhang Zheng's movements as soon as he came on stage were also very agile, the two of them had much difference in physiques.

Zhang Zhengyi is less than 1.8 meters tall, and his body is straight and symmetrical like a cheetah, with his legs vigorous and powerful.

It may be enough to deal with ordinary people, but it is hard to say to deal with a strong man like George who looks like an iron tower.

Hong Kang did not divide the contestants into weight according to their previous life.

He held this [Mixed Martial Arts Fight], and he really planned to determine the strongest combat power on the ground.

Zhang Zheng looked calm and alert. George's courage was too strong, which forced him to take it seriously.

He is a double flower red stick of a certain club. He doesn’t know how many fights of all sizes, and he has extremely rich practical experience.

"Beep!"

A whistle sounded.

Zhang Zheng rushed forward suddenly, like a predator cheetah, with great movements.

Specially aimed at George's lower three-way attack.

Zhang Zheng used his moves on his legs, and he was deeply impressed by the essence of "Tan Le". He paid attention to the fact that his legs were less than three inches of his knees.

Small moves and fast speed!

He wanted to attack unexpectedly.

When George faced this attack, he kept retreating, as if he was suppressed.

But those who are familiar with George know his style.

"He is still the same!" said a foreigner, "I like to give my opponent some hope first, and then shatter others' self-confidence like thunder."

Continuously "occupies the upper hand", Zhang Zhengyi thought that his tactics were successful.

His leg is as fast as his leg, and he cooperates with coordination, his moves are changing, his attacks are fast, his rhythm is clear, and his explosive power is strong.

It made the audience applaud.

But I didn't notice that George's gaze became more and more interesting.

"No, that "Tan Le Zhang" is in danger!!"

Hong Kang has practiced "The Way of Listening" for more than ten years and has a keen sense of spiritual consciousness. George's malice cannot hide it from him at all.

George spoke awkward Chinese with a weird expression.

"Nee-Hong Kong is just playing very fast!" George's eyes emitted a dangerous light, "Then, Garen is here!"

He stepped on the ground hard and whipped his legs out.

Even the air was brought to a whistle.

"not good!!"

When Zhang Zheng heard this evil wind, he was shocked.

This leg is dangerous and cannot be taken over!

But his combo was too smooth just now and there was no time to change his moves.

I felt fierce in my heart, and I used force on my legs, and kicked straight and straight.

"Bang!"

The legs collided heavily.

"Click!"

The crisp sound of bone fracture.

"ah!!"

"My legs!!!"

Zhang Zheng curled up on the ground, covering his calves and howled shrillly.

His lips were trembling and white, and sweat suddenly emerged from his forehead.

George saw the corner of his mouth bent and his whip legs turned straight, just like kicking a ball, kicking Zhang Zheng who was screaming four or five meters away.

"Master Zhang, please admit defeat!" Someone outside the venue couldn't stand it anymore.

"Yes, don't hold on! That foreigner is too ruthless!"

“Master Zhang…”

When Zhang Zheng heard this, he endured the pain, raised his hand, and wanted to admit defeat.

George's eyes flashed with a flash, he quickly stepped forward, walked around his arm, and twisted his waist hard.

"Crack~"

I saw that Zhang Zhengyi's arm was twisted like a twist.
To be continued...