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Chapter 854 Kick him hard with your feet, got it

In the end, according to the agreement of the two, the competition was held in an hour, and the location of the competition was in this martial arts gym.

The martial arts gym has inherent advantages, not to mention the spacious space, and there are many cold weapons, which are very convenient for competitions.

The reporters sat on the ground and on the stairs as if they had been beaten to death, and edited their finished manuscripts one after another.

"Huaxia Wushu Vs World Boxing, Who Will Win?" "

"The Chinese teenager officially accepts the challenge of the world boxing champion, is it courageous or reckless"

"The War of the Century Begins Soon"

Now there are so many posts on the Internet abroad that journalists don't care if what they write is right or not, as long as it attracts more people to watch it, then it's right.

For a while, the Internet was full of turmoil. Many fans who supported Yang Luo felt that Yang Luo's victory in this match was too manly, but from another perspective, Yang Luo was a bit too hasty. After all, the opponent was the world boxing champion. There is a difference between him going up like this and sending him to death.

Besides, Yang Luo has just signed with Real Madrid, and the new league will start soon. If he is really injured, he will be reimbursed for the entire season.

The other group of fans were watching the fun, they didn't care whether they were dead or alive, as long as they were interesting, so they kept encouraging Yang Luo, it would be best if they could teach their opponents a lesson with authentic Chinese kung fu.

Tang Lao's martial arts school became a favorite for a while.

After seeing the reports on the Internet, many people rushed to the entrance of the martial arts hall. When they saw that the inside was full of reporters, they also squeezed in desperately. Some Chinese people overheard rumors and rushed in one after another.

In a room, Yang Luo was surrounded by President Hu and several old men.

"Xiao Yang, you are crazy, you are going to die if you go up here." President Hu Hu said worriedly.

"Yeah, don't be too impulsive. I know you young people are full of passion, but this person has used all the blood in the right place. You promised too hastily." Chen Long said with a sigh.

Elder Liu next to him also shook his head, "Hey, I'm still too young to hold my breath."

"Xiao Yang, since we want to compete, don't be so anxious, at least wait for a while, we can give you some tricks." Li Lao said.

Tang Lao didn't speak at all, just lowered his head.

Seeing the sighs of several elders beside him, Yang Luo raised his head, "Are you worried that I will lose?"

The old men present were taken aback for a moment, then lowered their heads one after another, with unusually ugly expressions.

Isn't this obvious? Anyone who thinks that Yang Luo can win is simply a fool. Yang Luo is a football player. Although he is physically strong, compared with the professionally trained Mesef One day after another, everyone was worried that Yang Luo would be beaten to death, and the other was that Yang Luo would become the next loser.

In that case, it would be really difficult for Huaxia Wushu to become famous.

Among the old seniors present, except President Hu who was not injured all over his body, the rest of the seniors still had some scars on their bodies.

Recalling the scene just now, Yang Luo really found it funny. A group of old men were hanging on Mesef’s body, constantly scratching with their hands. All martial arts were left behind at this time, and they just scratched. Yang Luo was so happy to see crazy.

As for why the competition is now just mentioned, Yang Luo also has his own reasons. Just now, taking advantage of the chaos, he sneaked up on Mesef several times, which weighed a thousand catties, and Mesef might not be comfortable going there now. Only in this way, I still have a chance of winning. If he recovers a few days later, it will be even more difficult to deal with.

Said Mesef, in another room.

John was lying on the bed, except for the bruises on his face, his suit was in a mess, especially the openings in the suit and the shirt inside had big footprints.

When Yang Luo kicked him violently just now, John went mad.

But because he couldn't move his whole body now, John really didn't dare to attack.

Meserve sat on the bench and kept spraying his calf with spray to make up for it. The calf was already red and swollen, and there was a burst of numbness from time to time. When the numbness hit again, Meserve bit Gritting his teeth, he cursed bitterly: "This Yang Luo is simply too insidious. I can't spare him later."

John was lying on the bed, and when he heard Meserve's words, he was even more angry and wanted to go up and slap Yang Luo a few big mouths. Taking advantage of his position, he must be a villain. This is his evaluation of Yang Luo.

"Mesef, you will help me teach him a good lesson later, it is best to keep him from playing on the court, and he will be completely reimbursed next season."

Meserve sneered, and a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Don't worry, this time I will hit him until he lies on the ground and cannot get up."

On Yang Luo's side, the atmosphere was oppressive.

There were moans and sighs in the room. Only Yang Luo felt good about himself. There was still half an hour before the game. In fact, he also admired himself. He agreed at the beginning because he was full of enthusiasm and didn't think about it at all.

Now looking back and thinking about it, I really want to be good at my mouth, promise me a wool, I will definitely die if I go up, since it is copying the skills of some martial arts masters, what is the use, once close, who can stop Mesef's heavy With a weight of 700 jins, with one punch, I guess I would lie down.

Hey, I also admire my impressive spirit, and I can still laugh out now.

At this moment, the phone in his pocket rang.

I looked at the incoming call and it turned out to be from Tyson.

"Hi, Tyson," Yang Luo picked up the phone and greeted.

"I heard that you are going to compete with Mesef?" Tyson was surprised on the phone, and seemed not to believe it.

Yang Luo nodded and told the ins and outs of the matter. After hearing this, Tyson was very angry.

"If you have the ability to let him challenge me, what is it to challenge you? Is this different from bullying you?" Tyson was so angry that he couldn't describe it in words.

Yang Luo is very optimistic: "It's nothing, let's compare, it's just a breath of life."

Tyson is in the United States, and distant water cannot save close fire, so he can only talk about his own experience and pass it on.

"Remember, any boxer focuses on his hands. His hands are deadly. In other words, as long as you don't get hit by him, you have a chance of winning. Use your feet to fight. Kick him hard, you know."

"Oh, I see."

"Well, good luck and God bless you."

After Yang Luo listened to it, he also had some ideas in his head, just like Tyson said, keep running, as long as he can't catch himself, he will go up and kick him desperately, it is estimated that there should be a certain chance of winning.

Thinking of this, Yang Luo waved his hand, let it be like this, it's useless to think too much, what should come will always come.

(End of this chapter)