Philip Mex carefully pushed open the door of the utility room at the end of the remote passage and saw Zhuo Yang sitting on a large stack of cotton pads, holding a bottle of mineral water in his hand, waiting for him while drinking.

Meks stared at Zhuo Yang with bleeding. The last time was the biggest loss he suffered in his life in fighting, especially when he was slapped by Zhuo Yang on the face, which was a very shameful and humiliating life.

Because of his family experience, Si has been paranoid since childhood. Not to mention being with strangers, he will take action when he is with good friends. He has fought many more fights since childhood than Zhuo Yang, after all, Zhuo Yang

He rarely takes the initiative to cause trouble, most of the time it is because others don’t like his arrogance and then attacks the other party.

Mex is not weak, not as good as those who play professions, but there are definitely few opponents in fighting among ordinary people. Even among the strong professional players, Mex can be called a fighting expert. 11 years old

Because he rashly challenged the middle school gangster on the wild court, Mex, who was at a physical disadvantage, was beaten up and went to the wild road boxing gym to practice fighting for half a year. Since then, he has never lost in the fight.

At least one to one is at a disadvantage.

After entering professional football, Mex has fewer fights. It is too luxurious to fight once in this industry. If you earn a salary, you will not be fined. All of them are golden balls that you can't touch. In a few few times, you will have to work with your teammates.

Or in the conflict between the opponent, Mex also achieved a crushing victory. Therefore, he was very dissatisfied with losing to Zhuo Yang in fists and feet that day, and he was somewhat expecting to meet the opponent.

That day, Zhuo Yang was controlled by many people and his hands. Why didn't Mex play out because of the mess? Everyone who has fought in a group knows that too many people will make things worse. Often, you rush up with bricks and rush forward.

But he patted his own man on his face and had a peach blossom blooming. He killed the master with random punches. No matter how good the punches and feet were, he couldn't be used in the crowd. An expert once seriously analyzed: Why is the Northern Hero Guo Jing, who is extremely skilled in martial arts,

Will the Dongxie Huang Yaoshi die on the battlefield to defend Xiangyang?

Zhuo Yang also felt the same way. When he reached out that day, he felt that Mex was a little tricky. He was definitely not the kind of physical strength and flexibility that ordinary players had. He ate this guy several punches on his body and face. He left Xi'an five years ago and came to study in Europe.

Since then, there have been only a handful of fights, and the environment and career are not allowed, which makes Zhuo Yang often feel itchy.

It is one thing to not defeat Mex. Finding an opponent to have a hearty fight is sometimes more satisfying than playing a Champions League final.

"Long tail? Close the door!" Through the depth of the empty room, Zhuo Yang raised his eyebrows and scolded Mex.

The more I look at it, the more annoying it! Mex dislikes Zhuo Yang's face. Perhaps it is because he and Zhuo Yang are two different people in terms of personality. In Mex's opinion, Zhuo Yang is too lucky and is a human being.

Too casual, he laughed so much with Totty. Of course, Mex would never admit that all this came from his jealousy, and because he never looked at his character, he didn't realize it.

What made Mex even more disgusted is that Zhuo Yang talked too much, and he kept talking nonsense when playing football on the court. He had to force himself to get a magnet or not. He had to chat with Milan's teammates at all.

Ju. Mex is a muffled gourd. When he saw Zhuo Yang's mouth keep turning, he wanted to use the soles of his shoes to block it. So, when he met Zhuo Yang, he got involved with him. Mex's mouth was stupid, he decided

I am determined not to let Zhuo Yang say so much nonsense.

When he hit the door with his backhand, Mex looked angry with his eyebrows and eyes. "Come on, I didn't bring anything. Let's see the truth on my fists and feet. I'll explain it to you first..."

"You're talking too much nonsense when you fight!" Putting down the mineral water in your hand, Zhuo Yang jumped off the mat.

Mex: "..." Let a person who talks more nonsense than shit say he talks a lot of nonsense. Who will Mex reason with?

In this way, Mex stopped talking. After fighting, he did not dare to be careless. He spread his arms forward and backward and rushed over. When he came closer, he swung his punch.

With a whistle, Zhuo Yang let his head over, then closed the door with both hands to seal the left-hand cannons that followed, bent his left leg and bent his knees to knock Mex out to kick the side. Whether an expert is right, he will see if he is

Mex did a pretty good job in the consistency and coordination of the punch and leg combination.

With his arms erected to push Mex away, Zhuo Yang took steps in a step, just like Bruce Lee. In fact, in real fighting, this pace is not very useful, and it is mostly provocative.

This time, it was a jab and an uppercut. Zhuo Yang used side dodge and iron lock to separate it, and then avoided the successive elbow and knee bumps.

After several consecutive rounds, Zhuo Yang did not fight back, but just used his body skills and moves to defend and dodge. In fact, he had already confirmed that Mex was not his opponent after the last fight. Since he could take the initiative to fight, he would definitely be sure.

After savoring this carefully today, Zhuo Yang gradually saw Mex's fist path clearly. Of course, during this process, he also hit his shoulder a few times, but it was nothing wrong.

Mex and Zhuo Yang are about the same height, they are slightly stronger, and they must be above Zhuo Yang. These can be felt. Mex's punching speed and strength are quite good, obviously a master of fighting, but through

After personal observation, Zhuo Yang also discovered two defects of Mex.

First of all, he doesn't know how to throw things. The two of them fought close together several times, but Mex did not show the habit of a fighter who is good at throwing the shoulder arm movement, which shows that he did not

He has practiced this. Zhuo Yang is very proficient in the rules of falling. Before the last big slap, Mex was thrown to the ground by Zhuo Yang with his leg stuttering.

Secondly, Mex is a very skilled street fighting game, and his muscle memory is obtained through combat experience.

Both of them said that they both had two swords, and they were not professional fighters. They both learned kung fu for two days. But the difference is that Mex learned the fighting team of the grass-roots team, and the coaches also had two swords.

Zhuo Yang is a top kung fu expert and the kung fu he practices is also the most comprehensive and practical technique.

The most important point is that Zhuo Yang is very good at using his brain. This is completely different from Mex who fights purely by taking experience and muscle memory. In other words, Zhuo Yang can see through his fist path, while Mex

I won't see it at all.

After a few more rounds, Zhuo Yang already knew very well Mex's habit of punching and kicking, such as what punch would be taken after the jab, and how would he get out after the cannon. But Mex has never encountered a hit before.

Even the opponent who was shaking his clever opponents still swayed as the steps, ran like rain, and ran like wind, panting heavily in his mouth, and sweat pouring out.

After thinking about it, Zhuo Yang suddenly made a move. He slipped his side and dodged Mex's head-on punch, and he held his neck and cut it, twisted his waist and pushed his hips, and immediately threw it down with a hip.
Chapter completed!