Zongman: Starting From The Wish To Blow The Fist

254. This Is Not The Pride Of A Boxer, But The Pride Of A Fighting God (The Third One!)

"W-What kind of action is this! Gaoran's wrist and ankle must have been broken, right?"

Seeing that Carlos opened the distance as soon as he got the blow, like a cunning hyena, and seeing Gaoran's serious injury, Hibiki showed an incredulous expression.

"It's capoeira, a traditional Brazilian martial art that combines dancing and kicking, and it's very similar to Japan's Taido."

Yato had an expected expression.

"Boxing, which specializes in hand strikes, plus Kayepola, who specializes in kicks and can show his own flexibility to make up for his lack of wingspan, for Carlos, this is the 'complete form of strikes'.

"As for the fracture... that's not the case. Gaoran is also a muay thai practitioner after all. His body is not so fragile. It's just hard to say a few times. Once injured, the wound will become a breakthrough, which is equivalent to Added defensive pressure to Gaolang.

"This is also the most difficult part of Carlos' tactics. If you ignore it, you will continue to be targeted, but if you deliberately protect it, you will turn around and attack other places. Kayepola's actions are too deceptive. , The person who created this martial art back then attacked the invaders in this way, it can be said that it is impossible to guard against.

"It's okay if it's just capoeira, and Gaoran should be able to handle it, but the key is that Carlos' boxing skills are not inferior to Gaoran's in the slightest. His deep understanding of boxing allows him to know how to break through the boxer's defense. ."

"—This is the most fatal."

Hearing his words, everyone's expressions changed.

"Gaoran! Come on!"

Gina stood up suddenly and shouted.

"Hey, Gina, there's no need for this, he can't hear you if you shout, and you're blocking me from watching the game."

Cai Yexiang sighed.

"What should I do!"

Gina sat back in her seat in frustration, looking back at Yato and the others with teary eyes.

"Gina you..."

"I have invested all my wealth in Gaoran! If he loses, I will go bankrupt!"

The girls who wanted to comfort her were instantly speechless.

I dare you to be so anxious because you want to lose money.

"The game is not over yet, so there is no need to despair now.

Yato said suddenly.

"Um?!"

Gina seemed to have caught hope, looking at him expectantly, hoping to hear some good news from him.

However, Yato smiled slightly and said:

"I mean . . . it's never too late to despair when you're broke.

Capoeira?

No, it seems that there are other elements in it.

Sure enough, it was the same as what that person said in the first round of commentary. Apart from boxing, this guy is also good at other fighting arts, even ancient martial arts.

Gao Lan's face was expressionless, but his eyes were full of dignity.

He tried to move his injured limb.

Although it was very painful, it was still within the tolerance range, not to the extent of bone fractures or joint damage.

No problem, you can continue to fight.

... As long as the fight can continue, there is no second choice.

Under the worried gazes of many people, Gaoran stepped forward to attack like a wounded beast. At this moment, he was more like his old enemy, that is, Sapain on the commentary seat. .

"540...?"

As soon as he handed over, Carlos keenly noticed something strange.

And as the battle becomes anxious, the sense of strangeness is also expanding.

He opened his eyes wide and stared at his opponent.

Obviously the situation is favorable to him, and the balance of victory has tilted, but why... I feel inexplicably uneasy.

Is it muay thai?

But he has seen this guy's muay thai matches. Even if his skills have improved over the years, it doesn't make sense to surpass his boxing skills. It's just a more complicated strike technique, so what effect can it have?

bang bang bang!

As if to vent his uneasiness, Carlos sped up his attack rhythm.

Boxing, capoeira... and the ancient martial arts ground lying boxing and Brazilian Jiu-jitsu that have been studied over the years to strengthen capoeira.

Although the ground battle is more dominant, he never thought of competing with the opponent in dogfighting skills.

No matter how it is added, everything is in the service of strike skills.

He, Carlos Medel is a genius in strike skills, and he is also a well-deserved top powerhouse. With this pride, he will never allow himself to lose any game within the scope of strike skills......

Gaoran's injuries are getting worse.

Although it is getting worse.

Wounds are also increasing.

But... Both Carlos and the tens of thousands of viewers gradually noticed one thing.

That is, Gaolan's fighting power has never declined.

His bodily functions, his movements, seemed not to be affected by the injuries, as if the injuries on his body didn't exist.

But how is this possible?

I clearly hit the wrist joint twice.

The sound of bone cracking was also heard.

but why?

How can this guy throw such a powerful fist?!

Carlos's dazed effort, Gaoran's uppercut to the chest and abdomen made him bend over and vomit his stomach juice.

""

Carlos' cheek muscles twitched, and he glanced at the opponent's ankle after pulling away.

So is this motivation.

It was originally intended to block his Muay Thai kicking skills, but Gaorang did not use Muay Thai, and his mobility did not seem to be affected.

...asking for flowers......

Was his attack 'totally negligible' to this guy?

With an almost murderous indignation, Carlos turned his fear into substantial damage, bombarding Gaorang in various ways, but this overly aggressive attack did not directly crush his opponent as expected However, the skin was blown off by several consecutive heavy punches by Gaoran, and even the whole body was blown away.

Seeing this, everyone was shocked.

Can't understand why this happens at all.

But Carlos understood a little bit.

.......you bastard!"

Although staggering, he got up from the ground.

While gasping for breath.

Carlos stared at his opponent.

The anger or something is gone.

Only the heart palpitations and chills turned into snow and swept the whole body.

0.......0

The bloody figure was also sweating profusely, panting heavily, and his tiredness was visible to the naked eye, but even so, his wide-open dead fish eyes were filled with a frightening light.

That is neither fighting spirit nor fighting spirit.

It's... awareness.

There was not a word of provocation, and there was no sound out of pain.

Just keep punching, punching, punching in silence... until people see it.

Swing until your opponent falls, or you fall yourself.

This kind of silence is far more 'powerful' and terrifying than the superficial repressive force!

"Do you want to fight a protracted war? Even so...I can't lose!"

Because that's all I have left!

Carlos roared in his heart and kicked off the ground.

Approaching, punching, falling over—

Switching is still smooth.

But something went wrong halfway.

The moment Carlos was about to fall to the ground, Gaoran also dived down and hit him in the jaw with an uppercut, knocking him off the ground and flying four or five meters into the sky before falling to the ground.

Gaoran walked up to Carlos wordlessly and raised his fist.

Facing his dazed gaze, the silence was broken.

"You retired because you had no opponent, and I gave you this opportunity to compete with boxing, but you gave up boxing and missed the opportunity to prove yourself. Although you are a respectable strongman, but Ka Ross... you're not the king of boxing you used to be.

It turned out that you wanted to give me a championship match that was late at the beginning?

But... I treat it like a fight.

It's really ugly.

The shadow of the fist fell, and the second before he completely lost consciousness, the golden ring in the past appeared in Carlos' mind. Perhaps the outcome was already doomed from the moment he abandoned that world. .