The Martial Guard in City

Mike shook his head and said, "I don't believe it."

The people under the stage couldn't hear what Mike and I had said, just talking and commenting.

It was not until director Qi whistled that the scene was calm again.

This means that a new round of competition is about to begin.

I found that Mike's body was twitching unconsciously, and several deputy directors took the lead to applaud, and the vast SWAT officers and soldiers either joined or shouted. Also, I don't know who organized the waitresses of the service office to be cheerleaders, wriggling their waists and shouting: "Zhao long, come on; Zhao long, come on!"

I also glanced at the existence of Youmeng, who stood in the corner of the arena with her arms in her arms and looked at the arena attentively. But found by the dream of a moment, my heart was again stabbed Remembering the scene of wiping sweat for Secretary Zhang by dream just now, thousands of bad thoughts were born in my heart, which made me suddenly become a little upset and full of fire. What makes me angry is that Secretary Zhang even came to Youmeng's side and talked to her with a smile. The frustration when she was defeated just now has long been forgotten.

I'm not a saint. I'm jealous, too.

I clenched my fist - if not for this special occasion, I would rush to clean up Secretary Zhang!

It's director Qi who knows how to build momentum. When the American and Chinese 'journalists' hold their cameras near the challenge arena, director Qi began to use a loud voice to introduce: "now it's Zhao long from China who is standing on the stage to challenge Mike. Zhao long is now an ordinary security guard in a security company under the jurisdiction of China's public security system Chinese Kung Fu has a long history. All walks of life in China lie on tigers. This time, Zhao Long represents the Chinese public security system, represents the Swat Bureau and Mike's confrontation with Taiwan, which should be regarded as the highlight of friendship and exchanges between China and the United States Let's wait and see how the Chinese security will perform against the US president's security. I'm sure it will be wonderful... "

The U.S. staff members who don't know the truth may be laughing at China's absurd arrangement in their hearts, sending a security guard to fight against the U.S. president's guard -- the American champion Mike who resounds all over the world. Isn't that an egg hitting a stone? In their faces, they have already bloomed some insignificance. They look at Mike on the stage with confidence, expecting him to knock him down as fast as possible. But what puzzled them was that Mike didn't seem to have the look he had just had, and his face was a little more worried.

In fact, for me, when I face Mike again, I feel confident. Because after leaving Swat and entering the security company, I still keep my physical strength and enthusiasm, and keep exercising every day to improve myself. When I look back, it dates back to March this year, when Mike and I competed at the world security exchange. I vaguely remembered Mike's Boxing Routine and key points of attack and defense. Although the duel with Mike was a little difficult, it seems that I have no fear after finding out his tactics. It's not that I'm overconfident and overconfident, but that's the reality. In the face of the defeat of my former subordinates, what am I afraid of?

Of course, even so, when you inject confidence into yourself, you must never underestimate the enemy.

I took off my security uniform, which was only wearing a camouflage vest, showing a fairly strong muscle. Cheers came from all directions, and I heard someone start shouting, "beat the Yankees, Yankees!"

I frowned and saw that the voice had ceased. It is estimated that which soldier shouted out in a moment of excitement, and then was stopped by the cadre on duty.

Americans are naturally more muscular, and Mike finally found a reason to be confident. He stretched his arms and did several stretching exercises in a row. His strong muscles were as good as those of a bodybuilder. Mike is a boxer with strength, speed and flexibility. He is also one of the hottest boxers in American boxing. Unlike China, the U.S. presidential guard will be relatively free. In China, the National Guard seldom participates in the activities organized by the society. Different from the United States, the president and senior officials encourage the guards to participate in the actual combat competitions and activities in the society, so as to forge their abilities and qualities in the actual combat. This is a very similar practice between the United States and Russia. It is said that every year, the president of Russia sends his own guards to participate in social sports. However, contrary to their wishes, Russian guards were defeated by the Chinese Sanda King many times in some Wulin competitions held in China.

To be exact, Mike's show really worked. This point can be judged from the strength of applause on the spot.

Of course, I dare not look down on him. After all, his boxing skills are ranked first in the United States. It was once said that Mike could shoot a cow with one blow.

There is no way to judge whether it is true or not, but it is enough to prove his strength.

After a whistle, the contest officially began.

As soon as the whistle rang, Mike hit me with his fist. His fist was heavy, with a gust of wind, fast and powerful.

I can understand his strategic policy. He just wants to take advantage of his physical advantages to occupy the front and solve the battle as soon as possible. In that case, he still has a chance to win.

I felt a gust of wind coming to me, but I didn't hurry to turn aside and dodge Mike's fist.

Mike continued to launch a fierce attack, and I dodged nimbly one after another, causing Mike to fly several times.

Mike seems to be a little worried. He has a foreboding feeling after several punches in the air. He can't help but increase his strength and fight like a flood of water and beasts, coming straight to me one attack at a time.

Maybe he shot a lot harder than before. I didn't dare to fight directly. Instead, he forced me to the rope stop. There was no way back, just to dodge.

When Mike saw that I only had the skill of parry, but he had no power to fight back, he was very happy. He began to use his unique skills. His fist speed was faster, there were real and virtual. He combined the real and the virtual. He explored the way with the virtual fist, but the real fist was always ready to give the opponent a fatal blow at any time.

When the empty fist hit, I lifted my neck and dodged it easily.

But before I knew it, Mike took a big step forward, and then a record fist flew over.

I whirled around and quickly flashed to the side, waiting for the opportunity to fight back on time.

Looking at an empty space, I made a whirling sweep. However, although it was very fast, Mike was not an idle man. He took a step back to dissolve it.

When he didn't hold the center of gravity, I took the opportunity to use a straight kick again. Mike's body flexibility was good. He folded his belly and buttoned his chest, then stepped back half a step, and easily dodged.

This series of attacks, on the other hand, completely aroused Mike's anger. He shook his fists and fought back fiercely one by one. I struggled to resist his heavy fist, trying to block it with my forearm, and then counter attack at the same time.

But the arm is facing the past. Although it changes the direction of Mike's fist, it seems that he has suffered a lot. The pain is unbearable.

Mike's fighting ability is far from average.

In my heart, I pondered the strategy to deal with the enemy. In a hurry, I thought of Cunquan. For Cunquan, I have mastered a certain fire. If the attack time is accurate, it should be able to achieve unexpected results. After all, Cunquan has an advantage in attacking distance. According to my punching speed, Mike can't dodge when attacking in such a short distance. So, I step up the first half and look for the other side's loopholes. Mike didn't know what to do. He tried to distance himself from me to use his fast fists more effectively. In this case, I narrowed my defensive and offensive arc, waiting for the opportunity to punch.

In the close fight, hook is undoubtedly the most effective way of attack. Mike saw that he could not get rid of his close fate and began to turn straight fist into hook. Several horizontal hooks hit my face crazily. I dodged smartly from left to right, but could not hit me.

When Mike used a cross hook again, I ducked quickly, and at the same time I hit the left straight out to Mike's abdomen.

Mike was caught off guard by my small inch punch in the middle abdomen. He could not help but step back a little. He stroked his belly with his hand like a reflex, and felt a pain.

I opened the situation with an inch fist. How can I let go of the opportunity? I began to launch a strong counterattack against Mike, and then attacked him with a series of fists and legs. Mike was in a hurry and hit one after another, staggering back and forth.

Of course, the reason why Mike is at a disadvantage in an instant is that he can't touch the law of my attack for the time being. After he gradually regained his mind, he began to deal with nature.

Seeing Mike's defense tight, I stepped back and adjusted.

When Mike saw the time was right, he attacked with a big fight.

I suddenly had a bold idea that I didn't avoid his fist, but I stepped back half a step with a slight side of my body, and at the same time, I twisted my waist to send my crotch to meet him with a faster fist.

Hit Mike's fist directly!

This is what Mike never thought of. In the moment when the fist touched the fist, I took it back quickly. Although I feel pain, but I have hard Qigong body protection, it's OK.

Mike frowned, obviously hurt by my boxing. He quickly stroked his right wrist with his left hand, and took a breath of cool air in his mouth, which was like a surprise.

This blow greatly weakened Mike's self-confidence, but also let him thoroughly into the disadvantage.

I gathered all my strength to defeat Mike as fast as I could.

But after all, I have something on my mind at this time. In the light of my eyes, I feel something bad.

To be exact, even when I fight on stage, I can't concentrate. After all, the scene that Secretary Zhang mengbang wiped his cheek just now has made me jealous. I can't help but mingle this feeling in the battle. It's not that my psychological quality is not good, but that I care too much about dreams.

When love is in danger, can I calm down again?

I really don't understand all this. Just in a flash, I found that Secretary Zhang was still standing beside Yumeng in the corner of the challenge arena. Secretary Zhang was looking at me with a special look, showing off and proud. Moreover, I found that his hand was on Yumeng's shoulder!