what? Where is the dog barking? Before he could finish his words, he suddenly heard a clear voice calling out Kawamoto Masao's name, showing complete disrespect. In this underground boxing ring in Los Santos, everyone who knows him respectfully calls him "Mr. Kawamoto". What kind of master is this person? Following the voice, Kawamoto Masao's pupils shrank. It was obvious that this was someone he knew. His eyes narrowed slightly, and at the same time his brows knitted together. He asked indifferently, "It's you? What are you doing here?" "Need I tell you? I'm definitely here to make money." Old man, I’m here to take away your gold coins! Attracted by the noise here, Taoi Satsuki turned her head slightly and looked over curiously, only to see a beautiful woman with black hair like a waterfall talking to Kawamoto Masao with her hands on her hips. Her long, shiny black hair was casually spread out, and her fashionable clothes showed off her curvy body. Although she was a little noisy, her appearance was definitely exquisite and beautiful, but her sinister smile was a bit of a spoiler.
"Hehe, I started preparing for this bet long before I knew I had a day off today... I've already seen information about this match on the intranet! I've also done a thorough study of the battle videos of both sides, and I know the outcome of the match clearly!" Kawamoto Masao seemed to know the woman, and he didn't speak in a pretentious manner, but his tone was a little strange: "...You also bet and gamble?" "Exactly!" The black-haired woman smiled with confidence. She said, "As the undefeated champion of the Death Fighting Association, your opponent's strength is obvious to all. As for your boxer, Young Wolf, judging from the video of the first fight, besides his body strength not matching his physique and his tolerance to blows being a bit weird, the difference in skills is too big. With your opponent playing steadily, your chances of winning are slim." "Hehe, get ready to bleed a lot, Kawamoto. I bet 30 million, and 'Young Wolf' loses!" "..." Okay, yes. Buy for 30 million at a time, want to get rich overnight? Guess what the outcome was when Germany won the last bet of 30 million. Masao Kawamoto stared at her for two seconds, then turned around and didn't bother to look at her. At first glance, I identified him as a pure gambler. However, Tao Jing Satsuki secretly glanced at this woman several times. The woman's punctuation when she spoke gave people a strange feeling, but she could still hear everything the other person said even though they were very close. Although she didn't know what the "Death Fighting Club" was, and who "Young Wolf" was, she knew that Gong Yangzhen represented the faction of Kawamoto Masao, so it was not difficult to infer that the so-called "Young Wolf" referred to Gong Yangzhen. Then it seems that someone is cursing him to lose behind his back. What the hell is this nonsense woman doing? Her little face puffed up slightly, and she showed a rather indignant expression. All the worries in her heart were diluted a lot. Instead, she began to look forward to Gong Yang Zhen showing his divine power and slapping this woman in the face from a distance. ………… He had no idea that an uninvited guest had come to Kawamoto Masao's place, and he had no idea that he was being looked down upon. Gong Yangzhen was already standing on the ring, stretching his agile body to his heart's content under the attention of the crowd. While doing some bouncing steps to warm up, I listened to the passionate voice of the AI announcer in my head.
[Here you go friends! Be careful with your hands and feet. No pulling hair, no slapping faces, no name calling, unless... your opponent started it.] [Ah, look, a new fighter has entered the arena! ] Chapter 23 Death Scythe Along with the welcome words of the Fighting Spirit Arena, someone jumped in, pulling a rope, in the direction opposite to Gong Yang Zhen, and then stood steadily on the stage. He was a man who was about the same height as Gong Yang Zhen, but probably a centimeter or two shorter. There isn't much to be seen in his facial features. He's the type of person who would blend into the crowd like an ordinary office worker if he puts on a suit. Except for the physique. Unlike Gong Yang Zhen who was only wearing a pair of sports shorts, most of his skin was wrapped in a one-piece tight training suit similar to yoga clothes. The material looked very light and breathable, and the well-defined muscle contours were clearly visible. Looking at the opponent's upper body alone, the amount of muscle is not particularly outrageous. It can only be said to be comparable to that of a ram. There is also a slight difference in shape. Compared with the giant beast-level existence of the "black-backed jackal", it is still less deterrent. But when your eyes move to your legs, you will feel a sudden sense of impact. A pair of thick thighs, whose width is almost as good as that of a "black-backed jackal" over meters tall. The degree of development is totally inconsistent with the upper limbs, and it looks like they were photoshopped on this man. You can tell at first glance that he is an expert at kicking. Based on the game videos I watched previously, I can infer that this is indeed the case. As if noticing his secret gaze, the man met his gaze and suddenly gave an ambiguous smile. He then raised his hand and twisted his neck, making a "click" sound of bones colliding. Then he leaned his upper body over, using his waist and hips to control his legs. One leg was casually raised above his head, with the sole of his foot facing the sky as if he was stepping on the sky. This is a pleasing step forward. This move basically has little practical significance, but it is indeed quite difficult. If you want to perform this move as easily as this man, strong balance, ligament and muscle strength are essential. Obviously, this is applying pre-match pressure. "..." Without stopping to warm up by jumping, Gong Yangzhen let his arms hang casually, his dark black hair swayed slightly, and his cheeks under his bangs were expressionless. You're putting this here to scare people, right? Did I give you Bilian? You'll be done for later if you see whether I'm tough or not. Having been met with such disappointment, that person shrugged his shoulders with a lack of interest, and quickly put his feet down to start warming up and moving his joints. The atmosphere on the ring was solemn until the fight was about to start. After the lights and referees were in place, the announcer's voice finally aroused the enthusiasm of the audience. “Friends, it’s time for us to show our passion again!” Wuhu! There was an immediate enthusiastic response from men and women at the scene.
"First, let's shine the spotlight on our familiar-looking friend... He is young but already very talented. His strength can cause even the uncrowned king to suffer from pain. His body is as strong as steel and stands tall!" "He has won every battle so far, and was crowned with the most valuable victory right after his debut. 'Young Wolf'? No, he has grown into a fully grown, agile body, and can easily deal with any challenger who invades his territory! What young wolf? He is already the Wolf King!" "Applause and cheers for the rising star who has earned a new name for himself with his fists! 'Cang Lang' - shock!" As soon as he finished speaking, the light was turned to Gong Yang Zhen. Under the bright light, the tall and slender boy stopped jumping, assumed a boxing stance, swayed slightly, and then launched several lightning-fast air-strike combination punches. The fast punches seemed to tear through the air, making a "swish" sound of air friction. Visibly fast. Screams rang out. This time, the cheers and screams given to the Rams by the audience were much greater than in the first battle. It's not just because he has proven himself in actual combat, but also because this time he showed unprecedented qualities, boxing stance, swift movements and a more calm and confident "king's spirit". The "young wolf" has proved with his concrete performance that he is indeed no longer immature. He has not been complacent after defeating powerful predecessors. He is still evolving, he is still getting better, and he will become a true "wolf king". He is the deadly predator - "Cang Wolf"! "... Then let's look at his opponent - oh, isn't this a stranger? But don't underestimate him, he is the inspector who walked down from the clouds, the judge who walked from heaven to the earth, his legs are the sharp scissors that the gods use to trim the sky, and his kicks are meteors that streak across the sky!" "I once dominated the famous 'Death Fighting Tournament' and created a legend of twelve consecutive victories. This time, I will set my sights on 'Crazy Los Santos'!" "We can no longer allow any land to remain unconquered! He will flatten this place with his domineering steps today!" "Applause to welcome our new friend - 'Death sickle' Yanyi!" Following the passionate welcome speech by the announcer, the man known as "Death Scythe" Yanyi raised his hands to signal the surroundings, and then began a gorgeous performance, including a double flying front kick, a spinning back kick, a whirlwind kick... A set of rotating kicks that remind people of helicopter propellers are performed with great force. The speed, accuracy, continuity and visual appeal are very high, and it looks like actual Taekwondo moves. Swift, smooth, powerful... It turns out to be a strong enemy. Many people think that Taekwondo’s combat capabilities are inferior to other fighting styles, and a large part of the reason for this is due to the limitations of the rules and ecology of Taekwondo competitions themselves. If an athlete wants to achieve success in professional Taekwondo competitions, he or she will most likely need to castrate his or her ability to kick hard. Tell me why. Can you imagine that there are flyweight fighters in the world who are nearly meters tall? Taekwondo competitions have it. They are no longer pursuing their own strength, but another kind of illusory honor and pride. To this end, they pursue all favorable factors. Tall and long-legged Taekwondo athletes are losing weight frantically just to gain the advantage of attack distance in the competition. But "Death Scythe" is obviously not that kind of person. This is not a Taekwondo competition venue, but a black boxing ring where life and death are fought. "Death Scythe" is not a professional Taekwondo athlete, but a ruthless black boxer. Looking at his muscle mass, it is definitely the maximum level that he can maintain while maintaining his mobility!
Now that it has left the framework of professional competitions, among all the martial arts schools in the world, Taekwondo is definitely among the best in terms of leg control ability. Regardless of strength, cunningness or attack distance, leg techniques are superior to boxing techniques. "… could it be a more difficult enemy than the 'Black-backed Jackal'?" "'Death Scythe' is as good as its name. The foot sword that cuts through the air is like the god of death swinging his scythe to harvest life. It is really an opponent that should not be underestimated." Gong Yang Zhen kept sliding back and forth and shaking his body, staring coldly at the attacker opposite him who was famous for his leg skills, and the excitement in his heart gradually rose. "Hehe, don't let my gorgeous kicks knock you out in one go. That would be too boring, you young wolf." "…I also send this to you. I hope your body can be as hard as your name, 'Death Scythe'." If it's just enough to play it, I'll be disappointed. Chapter 24: Fists and Kicks! [Zuan Madman-Mundo! Joins the battle! 】 [Zuan Madman-Mundo] 【Level: 7】 [Health 2377] The voice of the AI announcer of the Fighting Spirit Arena, which sounds like the Chinese version of Sett, and the instructions of the referee on the sidelines seem to be intertwined together, making people not sure which one to listen to. Before the match, the referee was of course repeating the same old stuff: there were no limits in fighting and the fighters themselves were responsible for life, death and injury. "No one has any objections, right? No? OK, 3, 2, 1, start!" As the referee's resounding voice fell, the voices around him also fell silent. People stared at the two fighters on the stage with wide eyes, fearing to miss any details. However, the arena remained peaceful. "Death Sickle" Yan Yi supports the ground with his back foot, points his front foot in front of his body, and places his fists in front of him with a stable center of gravity. It is not a standard Taekwondo posture, but a bit like the tiger step of ancient Muay Thai. He didn't seem to have any intention of closing the distance. The relaxed smile on his unshaved face was somewhat annoying. "..." Aren't you going to attack proactively? Gong Yang Zhen frowned slightly, and then his brows gradually relaxed. Then you wait. I'm coming to catch you. He exerted a little force on the calf muscles of his hind leg, took a leap forward to close the distance, and then swung forward to thrust forward! Many people may not be able to tell the difference between a jab and a straight punch.
Compared with the straight punch, the jab has a relatively shorter working distance and time, is light in weight and weak in power, and is difficult to achieve a KO. It is mainly used to test, interfere and measure the distance between the enemy and us. This was the move that his first opponent Sanchez had used to test him, and he used it now to test his opponent this time. Although he did not expect this attack to cause any substantial damage, Gong Yang Zhen's original purpose of observing his opponent's reaction was not achieved. To tell you why... "Shua!——"