"The fourth game, [Black Fist: Franky] versus [Judo: Oshima Ichiro]!!"

Off the field, some spectators who knew little about kung fu said: "This performance is wonderful!"

"It's simply a competition between the toughest and the softest."

Those knowledgeable martial arts masters glanced at the man and saw that he was not a martial artist, so they didn't bother to speak.

If softness lacks hardness, it can be attacked but not conquered, and has no power;

Hardness without softness is a waste of energy, both are indispensable.

Franky slowly twisted his neck and made a "gragra" sound.

He looked at Oshima Ichiro with contempt, a master of judo, it was not like he had never encountered him before.

When he was doing black boxing in the past, he did suffer from Jiu Jitsu at the beginning.

However, after playing a few games, he found the trick on how to fight against this type of guy.

The only thing that needs attention is their "sacrifice skills".

The whistle blows.

Whoosh.

Ichiro Oshima lowered his center of gravity like a leopard and rushed towards Franky.

His arms were like pythons, tightly wrapped around Frankie's waist.

The whole person moved around behind Franky.

Frankie seemed to be unable to react for a moment, and then he was about to squat down and lower his body's center of gravity.

"Succeeded!"

Oshima Ichiro thought.

His knee came out and hit Frankie's hip.

In Ichiro Oshima's vision, when Franky fell to the ground, he would use a ground strangulation technique to break the opponent's joints.

Because, he had watched Frankie's game before.

This strong black man learned traditional boxing. Those who learn this fighting technique rarely pay attention to three-way attacks, let alone any ground skills!!

But Oshima Ichiro didn't notice the cunning and sarcasm hidden in Franky's big, dark eyes.

Wow!

Franky unexpectedly grabbed Oshima Ichiro's wrist.

With a strong twist on his waist, his whole body fell down like a mountain. He fell on his back and hit Oshima Ichiro.

The arena seemed to be shaken a bit.

"Ah~~!"

Screams sounded from under Franky.

Frankie weighed nearly 250 pounds, which was enough to break several of Oshima Ichiro's ribs.

In just this moment, the outcome of this game is determined!

Zhang Tianzhi saw him in the rest area and thought a little.

"This black man should have suffered from the little devil's skill before, otherwise, he wouldn't have defrauded him?!"

"I thought I could test out this black man's abilities, but I didn't expect this little devil to be so useless!"

…

"The last game, [Hong Fist: Hong Kang] versus [Chang Le: Cao Yanjun]!!"

Hong Kang slowly came on stage: "President Cao, I didn't expect that we would be assigned to a group."

Cao Yanjun smiled and said: "Yanjun also wants to see Master Hong's skills, please give me some advice!"

Hong Kang said: "In order to prevent the snipe and the clam from fighting and benefiting others, how about we stop here?"

"That's fine." Cao Yanjun said, "We only decide who wins or loses."

Cao Yanjun gently stepped on his toes, "whooshed" a few times, and then his legs broke through the air.

The legs are stretched and generous, agile and strong.

She placed her center of gravity on the supporting foot, and pushed her front foot down to the ground with her firing leg, her heels were raised, and her legs seemed to form a "T" shape.

A martial artist outside the venue who knew "Stab the Foot" said: "This is called [Stab the Ding], and it is the formula of "Stab the Foot"."

Hong Kang stepped out with both feet, grabbed the ground with his five toes, and pushed his knees outward.

Step on the "Qilin Horse" to adjust your center of gravity; lower your shoulders and stretch your back, set up your boxing frame, use your body to adjust your Qi, and use your Qi to boost your strength.

"President Cao, please."

Hong Kang signaled Cao Yanjun to make the first move.

"Then I'm not welcome!"

I saw that Cao Yanjun did not make any preparatory movements, and the whole person directly crossed the distance of nearly three meters.

As soon as one kick touched the ground, the other kicked in succession.

Pick, cut, dice, turn, face the door and block, eight legs on the left and right.

One step at a time, one kick after another, and a chain of attacks, and the legs and feet attack in a chain, switching left and right.

Hong Kang retreated and blocked, or blocked, or slapped, or dodged.

Although he seemed to be at a disadvantage, Hong Kang didn't seem to be in a hurry.

Instead, he commented on Cao Yanjun’s kicking skills.

"President Cao attacks hard with his feet. He is fast and brave. He can train his legs to be as flexible and versatile as his arms. He can use them freely. He is truly a master of kicks!!"

"Be careful, I'm going to fight back."

Cao Yanjun's heart sank when he heard this.

She was already attacking so quickly, but Hong Kang could still speak in a calm tone, which showed that he was still very calm.

As soon as Hong Kang finished speaking, he immediately played the "Twelve Bridge Players" he was most familiar with.

To penetrate, to sink, to divide, to frame, to touch, to push, to find, to grind, to hang, to hit, to lock, to split.

The momentum is majestic and vigorous.

Cao Yanjun felt that the man in front of him suddenly burst out with energy, and he looked exactly like the two before.

"But I'm not just good at kicking."

The full name of "Poke Foot" is "Poke Foot Fanzi Quan", which not only requires the practitioner's waist and legs to be flexible and strong, but also the abdominal muscles and arm strength.

Cao Yanjun's shot is like an arrow, and his backhand is like a thread.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Bah bang bang!!"

Cao Yanjun blocked Hong Kang's attack without landing.

Hong Kang was delighted to see Hunter Xin and praised: "What a good technique! President Cao, be careful next time."

Hong Kang's boxing style has changed and he no longer uses the most basic "Twelve Bridge Hands".

Instead, the punches are powerful, fast and slow, high and low, and the rhythm is clear.

"Throw, hang, hit, insert."

Sometimes the movements are majestic and majestic, with the momentum of a dragon and a tiger leaping; sometimes the movements are nimble, the movements are quick, and the spirit is calm and leisurely.

"This is - the twin forms of tiger and crane?!"

After another hit from Hong Kang, Cao Yanjun suddenly admitted defeat.

"There's no winner yet, right?"

Cao Yanjun covered his arm and said with a bitter smile: "Your punch is really too heavy!"

Cao Yanjun rolled up his sleeves, and there were blue and black bruises on his exposed arms.

"If the beating continues, I may not be able to lift my hand tomorrow." Cao Yanjun looked at Hong Kang and said,

"Master Hong, are you already strong enough?!"

Although he asked the question, his tone was very affirmative.

Hong Kang was silent for a moment and then nodded slowly.

…

As soon as Hong Kang nodded, the martial arts masters below started making noises like a pot exploding.

"What, he's already so powerful?? It can't be fake, right?!"
To be continued...