Golden Greenery

"Then...how much do you want?" Philippe Mexes had a dark line on his face. No matter how he looked at the European Footballer and the only pianist in football, he was not a man who was short of money. No matter how he looked at Zhuo Yang, he didn't seem to be interested in money. I'm a money addict, but how can I open my mouth or shut up because it's all about money.

"One hundred thousand! One price. I spent one hundred thousand in tuition to learn these wrestling techniques. If I'm not allowed to use them, I'll suffer a big loss. I might not be able to beat you, so you have to pay me a temporary buyout fee of one hundred thousand euros." Zhuo Yang There is no shortage of money, but there is no grudge against money. There's nothing that Mexes can trade for, so he can't be let off in the game, right?

"Okay! You can send your account number to my mobile phone later, and I will call you after the game." One hundred thousand is not a large amount for Mex. Compared with a victory in fists and kicks, he thinks one hundred thousand worth. The third time he opened his stance, Mexes said "Let's fight" and jumped in front of Zhuo Yang.

"Wait!"

This time the brakes almost missed Mex's waist. "What about you..."

'Snapped! Snapped! ’ Zhuoyang struck out with lightning speed and slapped him twice, then jumped back and put some distance between him and him. "Okay, come on."

Max was so angry that he rushed towards Tian Ling Gai, shouting "Ah--" and rushed towards him. He stabbed straight with his right fist, hooked with his left fist, stretched his shoulders, drew his arms, waist and horse, and the attack was quite fierce.

Turning his head to avoid the straight punch, pressing his elbow to block the incoming hard hook, Zhuoyang used his left arm to hold Mexes away, and he also used his strength to slide in the opposite direction, and the two regained the distance.

Nothing has changed. Mexes still uses his punching and kicking routine. It is difficult to change the habitual linking movements developed over many years. But this time compared to the last time, the move seemed more determined and desperate. Zhuo Yang still only took the defensive position at the beginning, blocking and dodging. This was the advantage of seeing the punching path clearly. If Zhuo Yang's advantage was 10 points last time, then he would have 20 points in one move.

Mex's routines are very smooth, and Zhuo Yang's defense is even smoother. The same is true for the oil seller who adds a coin eye to the gourd's mouth to pour oil.

Mex attacked fiercely, but Zhuo Yang defended skillfully, straight punching his legs and elbows, hanging his arms and removing the iron door bolts of his legs. Zhuo Yang couldn't believe Mex, and Mex certainly couldn't believe what Zhuo Yang said. Zhuo Yang said he won’t fall, so he really won’t fall? If he suddenly gets violent and beats you to a bloody face, who will Max go to reason with?

While Mex was attacking fiercely, he kept a careful eye on Zhuoyang's hands, for fear that he would use the lock and lock tricks again, because those were the precursors of wrestling. As long as Zhuo Yang shook his finger, Mexes was like a frightened bird, quickly lowering his center of gravity and stabilizing his position.

Mex's left uppercut made a sound, but it was blocked by Zhuo Yang's arm and stopped midway. Suddenly, the gold wire wrapped around his wrist and caught his wrist, and the force of the anti-joint force seemed to twist it. Mex was shocked and turned pale. He was determined to throw him without any further discussion. He hurriedly rallied to free himself, focusing entirely on the fight for his left arm. Sudden--

‘Biang! ! ’

The right side of Mex's head was hit by something unknown, and he suddenly felt stars in his eyes, dizzy and dizzy, and his body was flat with his head holding 'Bia! ’ fell to the ground.

Philip Mex was lying on the soft cushion and had no idea what was going on. He couldn't tell the direction. He finally focused his eyes and found the person standing. Zhuoyang was rubbing the little steps on the side and using his thumb to move. I wiped it under my nose, the arrogant look was very annoying.

With a cunning and contemptuous smile, Zhuo Yang played with Bruce Lee's little detours. He raised his left leg and touched his shoes with his fingers.

Zhuo Yang specially wore a pair of light sports shoes with soft soles and soft surfaces today. Taekwondo practitioners call these shoes 'taekwondo shoes'. Not only that, Zhuo Yang also tied ankle braces and arch bandages on his feet.

Before he came, Zhuoyang had thought about playing some kicking today. It was boring to use throwing techniques to torture people. Just now, he whipped Mex to the ground with an unexpected close-range high whip kick.

Max rubbed his head and stood up unsteadily. Maybe he still didn't know what happened, but the fight still had to go on. Mexes is a defender on the court, but he is always a passionate attacker on the fighting field.

He roared angrily and let out strange screams. He took a step forward and then hit Zhuoyang with a flying kick. Who doesn't seem to know how to kick?

Zhuoyang suddenly stepped forward, bent and turned to perform a backswing kick.

‘Biang! ! ’

‘Bia! ’

Mex was kicked in the head again and fell upside down in mid-air and hit the ground. After a life of ruin and haggard, it only took a few dusk for him to finally know what happened to him. A deep sense of powerlessness came over him, and Max could only feel desolate at this moment.

"Get up, don't act like a dead dog, or I'll throw you to death!"

There was no way, he couldn't be scared to death if he was beaten to death. Max's steps were disordered as if he was drunk. In the next few minutes, Zhuoyang didn't kick him in the head anymore, but he kicked all other parts of his body as much as he wanted. Mex was kicked down time and time again, including sweeping kicks, chain kicks, swallow pokes, shadowless kicks, side kicks, hook kicks, straight kicks, and gyrations. It was a complete collection of kicks.

Nowadays, in various ring fighting competitions, kicks from high positions such as high whip kicks, split kicks, and even roundhouse kicks are very common. This is because the protection measures in the competition are comprehensive, and chasing after falling to the ground is not allowed. Moreover, for the sake of viewing, the rules High kicks are encouraged and two points are awarded for hitting the opponent's head with a high kick.

In traditional Chinese martial arts, it is important that the kick cannot reach the waist, because if the leg is raised too high, it is easy for the opponent to take the leg. But that refers to a duel between two masters of equal strength. Today, Mex was caught off guard and was kicked so dizzy that his reaction and flexibility were naturally reduced a lot. The door was wide open in his moves, and his boxing path had been damaged Zhuo Yang was very familiar with it. If he didn't kick him, Zhuo Yang would be sorry for himself and the ancestors of Nan Quan and Northern Legs.

In street fights, ordinary people who know a little bit of kicking can be very advantageous. Especially when a small man faces a taller and stronger man, using his legs is the only chance to win.

A few minutes passed, and just like last time, Max fell on the mat, breathing heavily. His bones all over his body hurt as if they had been kicked to pieces. He didn't even need to lift his clothes to see. There were definitely bruises everywhere on his body.

Seeing that Mex couldn't get up, Zhuo Yang had no choice but to give up. Kicking was also a strenuous task, and he felt a little tired at the moment, although he hadn't completely enjoyed it yet.

"Lock the door when you leave, and remember to give me 100,000 yuan." After putting on his coat, scarf and sunglasses, Zhuo Yang said to Mex who was lying on the ground.

Max looked at the ceiling with empty eyes. It was deserted and miserable. This was another sad night.

Seeing that he had lost his mood to answer, Zhuo Yang didn't wait any longer. He opened the door and took a sneak peek. Seeing that there was still no one outside, he hurried out.

Maldini was guarding him like a thief, but he couldn't let him be discovered!

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