Chapter 23: There is no height or inferiority in the fist. The best way to bless the back is

Su Jie quickly calmed down.

Although he was hit a few times, he did not lose his combat power. Su Jie knew that he was careless. It seemed that the other party had no strength, so he did not treat him with all his strength. Therefore, he was at a disadvantage in an instant and was almost chopped down by the other party's three axes.

"Fighting is a matter of momentum. Even if you are a master, if you don't pay attention, you may be stunned by the weak. This is especially important in street fights. It seems that I am not doing very well and I don't keep my energy up all the time."

After Su Jie calmed down, it was extraordinary. He observed carefully and opened the distance and found that although Peng Haidong was very fast and his hand whipping was heavy, his physical fitness was not as good as Huang Bo.

Peng Haidong's advantage is the kind of force exerting skills, fast speed, cold, crisp and far-fighting force.

However, no matter how far you fight, it is not as good as a sword or a gun. After being trained in sword or a gun, Su Jie can quickly dodge Peng Haidong's attack.

After two minutes like this, Peng Haidong's speed slowed down and his physical strength dropped significantly.

This is the difference between professional and non-professional.

Su Jie has good physical strength. He is a person who has received the best fighting coach in the world for physical training, especially the horizontal practice of kung fu has brought him the longest endurance.

When Peng Haidong's physical fitness declined and his movements were slow, Su Jie finally seized the opportunity, drilled and pounced, and then used the trick of hoeing the head.

However, Su Jie did not use all his strength, but instead closed three points. When he slapped Peng Haidong in the face, he used push instead of digging.

Peng Haidong's eyes were pitch black, his chest was squeezed by huge force and he fell to the ground.

After he fell to the ground, he quickly patted the ground with his hands, which meant that he had given up the game.

"Su Jie wins!"

The referee announced.

In fact, according to the MMA rules of the MMA, even if you fall to the ground, you can still use boxing to hit it, but you can't kick it with your feet. In addition, you can also use Jiu-jitsu to subdue it.

But Peng Haidong has a lot of experience, just a small competition, there is no need to fight to death. When he is obviously exhausted, it is nothing to admit defeat directly.

After winning two consecutive games, Su Jie was very excited to fight. His physical fitness was abundant, thanks to Odeli's good training, otherwise Nie Shuang would not have valued him so much.

"We have to fight again?" When Su Jie expressed his meaning to the referee, many viewers were talking about it.

Those who come here to watch small-scale ring games are all trainers and professionals, and there is even a shortage of professional players, school coaches, and other powerful figures from martial arts schools.

"Old Li, this is a good seedling."

In the special audience area, there were several old men and a few middle-aged people watching. It was obvious that they were all respected seniors or leaders of martial arts schools.

Among them, one of the old men nodded repeatedly and spoke to another.

"This child has a good development, is physically strong, and has first-class psychological quality. Although his skills are immature, they are very authentic, not exaggerated. They are repeated by one trick, which is the most rare. Ninety-nine percent of young people like the new and old, they are greedy for many, and they don't have to be bad. They learn techniques everywhere, but the last one cannot be trained well." The old man named Lao Li was obviously respectful. He observed Su Jie and came to the nail on the head.

"If this seedling is a student of Minglun Martial Arts School, it will definitely shine in less than two or three years. Lao Li, do you want to dig this seedling into your Yangming Martial Arts School?" Someone took the opportunity to ask, "If you don't do it, I'll do it. It's not easy to find a good seedling now. It's not easy to be smart, endure hardships, and have good physical fitness. It's difficult, difficult, difficult."

"Look at the chance." Old Li was still watching Su Jie's actions, as if he was looking at a piece of uncarved jade. This was the teacher's vision when he saw the genius student: "Peng Haidong's Tongbei Fist is good, cold and crisp, but his physical fitness is a little poor, superstitious and lucky literary practice, he can fight against ordinary people, but he will suffer losses when encountering tough problems. Old Peng's son has a clever trick, but he is unwilling to endure hardships, so he will suffer losses."

"Old Peng's Tongbei Fist is a masterpiece. He was complaining about his hardships when he practiced his skills back then, but his son was unwilling to endure hardships, but he practiced the Tongmu power, which is also a strange thing."

"Xiao Peng is much worse than this student named Su Jie."

Su Jie didn't know that his two games were attracted by many martial arts masters.

These bigwigs have cultivated many martial arts fighting talents, but they have a vicious vision of finding good seedlings.

Of course, not to mention practicing martial arts and fighting, but studying is the same. Many good students, teachers from many schools are rushing to ask for them. Su Jie himself was also snatched from junior high school to high school. When he was promoted to high school, he qualified as the first place in the entire region.

"The third round! Su Jie vs. Wu Cheng!"

At this time, after the examination, the doctor confirmed that he could continue, and the referee arranged the third game.

"Wu Cheng is a professional player and a member of the provincial team. He has played many professional competitions. Although he has not entered the national competition, he is also among the top in the province."

"If he comes, this guy will be out of the way, and the three consecutive victories will end."

"Wu Cheng has conducted extremely intense training this time and is going to prepare for the next national trials. He is expected to be able to enter the national team. This time he is here to warm up."

When Su Jie's opponent Wu Cheng appeared this time, there was a small sensation on the scene.

"This person is so strong." Su Jie felt chill in his heart when he saw Wu Cheng coming in. He didn't look at the other person's figure or movements, and he instinctively felt that he was definitely not his opponent.

Wu Cheng is a young man in his twenties, but he has no childishness on his face, and he is replaced by aphrodisiacs.

This professional player was wearing shorts, naked, with a layer of oil applied to his body, his skin was covered with bronze luster, and his muscles were also fish-scale-like, which was relatively delicate, especially the waist, with ribs facing upward to the hip bone, and his waist quickly contracting, which had a thrilling sense of lines, just like the wolf dog who often ran, which was a typical male dog waist.

"start!"

The referee gave the order.

Su Jie and Wu Chengru began to confront each other.

Wu Cheng is indeed a professional player. Without any temptation, he quickly slipped and forced himself into the right and left false moves. He could not tell which side was false and which side was real.

Su Jie opened the distance, but it was still the same method, so he didn't get close to him.

Even professional players have one head, two shoulders, two hands and feet, but not three heads and six arms.

Besides, Su Jie and Odeli often get tricks, while Wu Cheng and Odeli are still more than two or three levels behind.

When Su Jie faced Wu Cheng, he kept running away. As soon as the opponent approached, he would run in the opposite direction and did not think about attacking. He still followed the method of dealing with Huang Bo, so that the opponent would be impatient and seize the opportunity.

So what about professional players?

The octagonal cage is a bit big, and as long as you just run away, there is still a lot of room for maneuver.

For five minutes, Su Jie didn't think about counterattacking at all, but just kept running away. Of course, when he was running away, he was also looking for opportunities.

But there is no chance.

Wu Cheng had no expression on his face, as if he was mechanical, constantly blocking and intercepting, and his physical fitness was very good. Sometimes his fists and legs even hit Su Jie's hands and legs, but it was not affected.

Wu Cheng's fist legs were very heavy, very heavy, and he deserved to be a professional player. The place where Su Jie was beaten was swollen, but he always protected his vitals and was not KOed.

"Time is here."

Soon, five minutes passed.

The referee announced: "Su Jie, negative game, and loss."

"I'm a negative game?" Su Jie knew that he had lost because he was a negative game because he was a point-loss.

After he walked out of the octagonal cage, he checked it with his mobile phone and found that if he ran away blindly and did not fight back, resulting in a lack of ornamentality, the escaped party would be judged as a negative competition.

Negative competitions are very serious, not as simple as judging losses, or even banning the game in the future and losing professional qualifications.

After all, even if it is a fighting on the ring, it must be viewing. This is a sport, not a real fight.

In real battles, no matter what method you use, it is best to survive.

"It seems that I am still not suitable for professional fighting. However, occasionally participating in this kind of fighting competition is good for practicing martial arts." Su Jie was judged to lose in this game because of a "negative competition", and his intention to participate in professional competition became even less focused.

Professional fighting is not the path he wants to take, but just a part of the adjustment in life.

But he knew that he had promised Odeli that he would play several professional games in his name in the future, so Su Jie had to start preparing now.

Back in the dormitory, rubbed the lumps on my body with the activate oil, breathing and relaxing.

Then, the sound of acquiring the account came from his cell phone, four thousand yuan.

Two wins bonus.

"It's not bad, making money so fast? But it's not okay without some strength." Su Jie recalled three games. In the first game, he won with patience, his opponent was exhausted in the second game, and he lost in the third game. The professional player Wu Cheng, both in terms of skills, physical fitness, and psychological quality, was above him.

He learned a lot of experience in the third battle.

With satisfaction, he fell asleep.

At three o'clock the next morning, he woke up on time and found that his bruises and swelling had subsided a lot, but there were still some areas with a vague pain.

He still trained himself, physical fitness, strength, and moves. He spent the whole day sweating and enthusiasm, and then smashed the flies on the glass at night, and then went to find a massage for Uncle Blind.

"Did you go to the competition yesterday? There are many contusions in the soft tissue on your body. After I massage you, I will also do an acupuncture test for you." Uncle Blind seemed to have found the best test piece and had a lot of fun.

"Acupuncture experiment?" Su Jie was a little confused, but he knew that this was something that would be beneficial to him.

"This acupuncture experiment is also very painful, and only you can tolerate it." Uncle Blind began to help Su Jie press.
Chapter completed!