"Come on, come on, one of you comes out!"

Liang Dong walked into the field with great momentum and began to provoke.

Can a chef be a fighting expert?

Gao Yang was very suspicious of this, so he turned his attention to Li Jinfang.

Li Jinfang shook his head gently, then swung his right hand for a moment, signaling him not to know, so that Gao Yang would not have to ask him.

Now it is difficult to ride a tiger, and no matter whether the beam or not, it will be beaten.

Gao Yang felt very unsure, but he couldn't show his face, but he seemed even less confident when he saw Karafgani.

Rafgani was unsure because the chef not only looked like he had no intention of being afraid, but on the contrary, the chef looked more fierce and arrogant than anyone else.

Is there any reason for nature? A chef is a master who is hidden in his eyes? Is there any reason for nature?

Rafgani couldn't help but look at Gao Yang, and then he found that Gao Yang was still calm.

This is not unreasonable, it is really unreasonable. Does Russia have so many talents? Can they be rich enough to match a chef and they are all fighting experts?

Ravgani felt completely relieved, so he called his two men and whispered in Persian: "You two can only win but not lose. Only you two can retain some dignity for us. I see that cook, he doesn't seem to be particularly easy to defeat. No matter who you two are, be careful, we must not be knocked down in another round!"

While Rafgani was giving advice to his hands, Gao Yang waved to Li Jinfang, so Li Jinfang ran over quickly and whispered: "What's wrong?"

"You are familiar with Liang Dong, can he do it?"

Li Jinfang thought for a moment and whispered: "It's not good, but I think it should be possible. Liang Dong and I have talked carefully. His specialty is not fighting, but he has participated in three selection training camps. How can he deal with the situation?"

Gao Yang said with a little concern: "Is it useful if I just participated in the selection but didn't get the selection?"

Li Jinfang whispered: "The first selection was the selection of the Army Special Forces Brigade. Think about it, it would be great if he was qualified to be selected. Then the second and third times were the kind of people who were eliminated while training, so they had to be a little bit too bad."

Neither side was very confident, and at this time, Ravganid asked a subordinate to come out.

When Liang Dong and his opponent faced each other, they immediately put on a stance, and then Li Jinfang immediately said: "This is the airing of grabbing and fighting in the army, nothing special."

Gao Yang whispered: "Is it enough to grab the grapple and fight?"

Li Jinfang whispered: "You just don't care about it so much, and then you feel it's not amazing. In fact, Russia's Sanbo Israeli Maga technique is the same as our grappling and fighting. They only use the most common fighting skills in the army. Can the actual tactics be poor if they have tried hard? As long as Liang Dong has put in his efforts, he will definitely have two tricks."

At this moment, the two finally fought, and Liang Dong took the initiative to attack. He was at least half a head shorter than his opponent, but his aura seemed to be stronger than his opponent.

No matter how good the routine is, it only punches and kicks in actual combat, while Liang Dong just shorts his body and jumps forward to hit the opponent's right rib.

The size gap is quite large, and if you hit someone in the face, you might be beaten first.

Gao Yang didn't know what Liang Dong's tactics were, but what surprised him was that Liang Dong's opponent actually chose to give in.

It is not to use the advantage of attack and attack to use the height and arm length to fight Liang Dong back, nor to parry and look for opportunities to counterattack, but to retreat two or three steps backwards and completely break away from Liang Dong's attack range first.

When Li Jinfang saw it, he immediately let out a long sigh and laughed in a low voice: "It's safe, Liang Dong wins."

Gao Yang was puzzled because Liang Dong's opponent seemed to be big and action fast, and he had not yet officially fought, so how could he say that Liang Dong won?

"Why?"

"momentum!"

After whispering, Li Jinfang smiled and said, "The people on the other side are too stressed. They are the real ones who can only win but not lose. The previous few times they defeated the enemy with one move and were afraid of the opponent. Now they just want to seek stability first, find out Liang Dong's routine before making a decision. In this way, Liang Dong will definitely win."

Sure enough, Liang Dong pressed forward step by step directly towards his opponent, while his opponent only occasionally resisted it, but most of the time he retreated. Liang Dong hit him more than ten times in a row, but his opponent didn't even hit him back at once.

Insiders can still see that the Iranians want to seek stability and first touch Liang Dong's routine, but there are only a few fighting masters. In the eyes of most people, Liang Dong's opponent dared to resist and could only retreat.

One by one, one by one, finally, the Iranian found that he had reached the edge of the yard without realizing it. Someone had already started to retreat before he could make room for him to continue fighting.

He couldn't retreat anymore. The Iranian roared and slapped Liang Dong's fist away. After he chiseled out his left fist with lightning speed, he hit Liang Dong's chest.

Liang Dong was on the side of his body, although he was punched, he removed most of the force and was not hit by this punch. Then he fell to the ground sideways, then supported the ground with both hands, and lying on the ground and kicked out with both legs at the same time.

The Iranian was kicked in both legs and fell forward involuntarily, falling next to Liang Dong.

Both of them were on the ground, but Liang Dong waved his hands, circled his arm when he dropped his opponent, and then turned over and hit his opponent's back, then immediately stretched his legs and slammed his opponent's neck.

Liang Dong rode on the back of the opponent, twisted the opponent's arms with both hands, and slammed the opponent's neck with both legs. He then moved it backwards and then moved it like this. A giggling sound immediately appeared in his opponent's throat, and his right arm, who was idle outside, slapped the ground repeatedly.

"Pursuit capture technique! This is a prison capture technique."

After saying something very affirmatively, Li Jinfang said with relief: "You can't be wrong, this is the basic fighting technique of the reconnaissance force or special forces."

Gao Yang didn't have time to talk to Li Jinfang, so he wanted to show off quickly.

"If you don't let go, do you want to break a person's neck before you can let go?"

Gao Yang shouted, then Liang Dong let go of his hand and stood up from his opponent.

As soon as he got up from his opponent, Liang Dong first patted the soil on his body, and then suddenly said, "No, my pot is going to overflow!"

After shouting, Liang Dongfei ran to the kitchen as if he was, but after running through the crowd, he ran back. After grabbing his apron from Andy He's hand, he ran and shouted: "The mung bean soup is almost ready. Who would you like to drink hot soup later!"

The whole room was silent. Gao Yang coughed twice at this time, and then said to Rafgani: "Why don't you forget it next?"
Chapter completed!