There are no referees in the ring.

Because, in this kind of unrestricted fighting, the criterion for judging victory and defeat is simple, the living person wins, and the person who falls and can never get up again loses.

As soon as the gong sounded, the two fighters, who were completely locked in the steel fence, each sprang into action.

It's not a martial arts competition, there is no meeting gift between the two sides at all, the sturdy Chinese boxer stares at his opponent like a knife, his fists are placed in front of his chest one after the other, and he slowly swims around the ring in a circle.

The Muay Thai king, on the other hand, struck a strange starting pose, leaning slightly forward, his fists shoulder-level, shaped like bows and arrows, and his feet were slightly bent side by side, and he moved slightly with Ma Teng's footsteps in a circle around him, his eyes fixed on Ma Teng's constantly moving feet.

The two of them moved and moved, but no one took the lead in making a move, which made the gamblers in the audience a little dissatisfied, and they all spoke out and made a noise, and the people who bought Ma Teng to win were eager for Ma Teng to kick the already outdated Muay Thai king off the stage with a few kicks, and those who wanted to fight the unpopular Muay Thai king hoped that the Muay Thai king would not make a mistake and attack quickly.

But the two were not moved by the noise off the field at all, one continued to circle around looking for the opponent's weakness, and the other stared at the opponent without moving.

"Boss, I think our Chinese boxer is very powerful! You see that the Muay Thai fighter didn't dare to move at all, he kept staring at his feet, dog's day, the thick legs, if you want to take a kick, you will definitely lose half your life. "Fan Ziran is a layman, but he is still quite good at watching the excitement.

"Hehe, Fan Dashao, then I'll popularize Chinese national art for you, do you know why we in China like to talk about fist and foot kung fu? That's called kung fu with fists and feet. This Mr. Shadowless Divine Leg's leg technique is not bad, but his advantage is actually his disadvantage, the leg kung fu is great, and the kung fu on this punch is much worse.

If he encounters someone who is not as good as him, his legs are enough to handle everything, and he doesn't need to punch at all, and if he encounters someone who is on the same level as him, then he will lose more. I'm afraid that the one he lost was that a boxer resisted his leg and solved the fight with his fist, and he was also very smart, knowing that his leg skills would not work, he immediately admitted defeat, otherwise he would have been beaten into slag by others. Liu Lang said with a chuckle.

Zhou Dapeng was stunned.

What a sacred place is this fellow beside him! You can even see this? The information wrote who this god-legged hero was defeated to, but it was absolutely not written how he was defeated. The reason why Ma Teng lost to a Turkish wrestler last time was because the wrestler was too resistant to beating, and he used his body to resist Ma Teng's legs that could kick and break the stake and subdue him with hand-to-hand wrestling.

However, a defeat was not enough to erase Chow's admiration for this good leg, and any American, British, Japanese, and Brazilian were all defeated by his men.

At this moment, an equally young waiter ran over quickly and whispered a few words beside Zhou Dapeng, and Zhou Dapeng's face suddenly became ugly.

"What's the matter, little fellow?" Liu Lang noticed the abnormality of Zhou Dapeng's face, and couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Ahem, Brother Liu, a few guests over there complained about you, saying that you kept talking, which affected their watching of the fight match. Or, Brother Liu, look, let's go over there, the location is also good, and there are fewer people, you see? Zhou Dapeng glanced over there angrily and explained in a somewhat embarrassed whisper.

", it's the one who dares to be crooked in front of Boss Liu, and watch Brother Lao Tzu cut him together." When Fan Dashao heard this, he suddenly became a little furious.

Don't look at Fan Dashao bowing his head in front of Liu Lang, that's because Liu Lang convinced him, but Fan Dashao is also a super-rich second generation in his bones, even in the United States, the money in his pocket is enough to kill 95% of Americans.

And Fan Dashao is very wise even if he is mad, he is never ready to go on one by one, he is a few brothers together, with Boss Liu and Big Man Chen, Fan Dashao is never afraid of going head-to-head with anyone, even the masters in the field are not afraid.

Liu Lang followed Zhou Dapeng's gaze, and several Oriental faces in plaid suits appeared in front of him, his eyes condensed slightly, "Asian? ”

"It seems to be a Japanese who owes a degree." Zhou Dapeng said quickly.

Liu Lang's gaze suddenly became a little calm, but his face was grinning brightly, and he patted his American cousin, who was a little restless and hadn't spoken much: "Little Luozi, go, tell those little devils, that Uncle China is here and won't leave, if you have the ability, come here and fight it now, don't be crooked if you don't have the ability, just sit there and drink Mama Sang's milk." ”

The American cousin's face suddenly seemed to be full of feet, especially this is the rhythm of completely using him as a little brother! However, the sudden ruffian President Liu made his American cousin's heart tremble, that is, no matter how unhappy he was, he didn't have the courage to resist, as if the white fat man who seemed to be harmless to humans and animals was pretending to be a man-eating beast. He even smelled a terrible smell of blood.

And all this was provoked by the hateful Japanese.

The American cousin stood up and walked a few meters away to a few overwhelmed Japanese people in an American rage. The faces of the Japanese who were still proud just now were sprayed green, but they didn't dare to say anything crooked.

The so-called Great Japanese Empire is really not enough to look at in front of the United States, and every Japanese knows this very well.

"See, little fellow, this is called not learning knives and guns to learn "cheap", when you meet a Japanese, you don't need anything else, go up and him, he will be cowardly. Seeing that the foreign brother was very good, Liu Lang turned his head and educated the Chinese fellows.

"Learned, studied." Zhou Dapeng's chick nodded violently like a peck of rice.

To be honest, if those Japanese didn't have a special relationship today, they wouldn't have been able to enter this door, and all kinds of reports about the photo of seven women from China during this time made Chinatown boil, and no Japanese dared to come to Chinatown, a Chinese gathering place, let alone here. It's just that he doesn't have time to explain this to Liu Lang now.

The two fighters who had been confronting each other in the middle of the arena took action.

The Chinese boxer, who had been going around in circles looking for his opponent's loopholes, made a mistake with his feet, and went around the back of the Muay Thai king as fast as lightning, his upper body did not move at all, and with a "whoosh" of his right foot, a whip leg kicked the right temple of the Muay Thai king.

The name of the Shadowless God's leg really didn't come for nothing, the speed of the leg was as fast as lightning, because the speed was too fast, it actually produced a sound of breaking the air, as if the air in front of him was torn apart with one leg.

“GOOD！” There was a roar of applause from the audience. The sound was so loud that it almost toppled the roof.

This voice reminded Liu Lang of a domestic basketball league he had watched in time and space, but the audience here was much more excited than in the basketball hall, the well-dressed men just now stood up, their faces were red and they shouted with all their might, and the few American women also raised their arms and screamed as hard as they could.

Because, once the Chinese boxer who is the most bet wins, it represents a bunch of beautiful knives.

The Muay Thai king moved, and instead of moving forward, he retreated. He took a small step back, narrowly avoiding the foot that his opponent swept from his side.

kicked in the air, but the Chinese boxer did not stop, his right foot was still in the air, his left foot rose into the air, and he kicked behind him reflexively, fast as lightning and like a swimming dragon, and his posture was extremely good-looking.

This completely lifted the emotions of the audience outside the stadium, and the cheers were raised by one decibel again.

Liu Lang shook his head slightly, the reason why this poke foot is also called a mandarin duck foot is a two-legged chain kick, one leg just goes, one leg comes again, endless, it is extremely difficult to parry, it is one of the most powerful leg skills in Huaxia Guoshu.

It's a pity that although the leg skills of Chinese boxers are good, they are still far from the peak of foot poking, and the real foot poking master, the highest record can be in the air with the power of the opponent to block even kicking eighteen legs without landing. But at this time, his opponent did not resist at all, and always took advantage of the slightest opportunity to keep backing and dodging.

Occasionally, he stretched out his arms and crossed his arms to block a kick, but he only used his strength to get out of the range of the Chinese boxer's attack faster. In Liu Lang's view, in fact, the Chinese fighter is not far from defeat.

But the laymen in the arena didn't know that the cheers were endless when the Chinese boxers kept kicking, and in their opinion, it was difficult to win without winning with such a big advantage.

But at this moment, a mutation abruptly emerged.