Golden Greenery

Zhuoyang knows the offensive advantages of boxers. They are the strongest in all kung fu in terms of punching and footwork. His fists are fast, accurate and hard, and a single punch is enough to make his opponent lose their fighting ability, especially in the amateur world.

Zhuo Yang knew that he was far behind boxers of Gattuso's level in terms of speed and strength of his punches, and his ability to fight was even more different. Once Gattuso was bullied into close quarters, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to fight both of them. You have to lie down during the round. He also didn't have much experience fighting boxers. He had only watched some TV programs of previous domestic competitions. He felt that kicking from far away and throwing at close range was very effective against boxers, but he had never practiced it, and he was completely unsure.

Gattuso's arms swayed with great strength. Zhuo Yang had already felt it when they were playing with each other when they were on good terms. If he were to get into his arms and throw an uppercut, his chin would be no different than tofu. Since it is a fight, Zhuo Yang will definitely not be so particular and will use whatever weapons are at hand. This is his greatest advantage.

Use the mop to prevent Gattuso from getting close, and then use your legs to attack his lower body. Zhuo Yang didn't dare to win. This was his way of protecting himself against Master Ba.

The fierce fighting spirit was released in his eyes. Gattuso's eyes were frightening. The chill and majestic momentum released from all over his body completely crushed Zhuo Yang, but Zhuo Yang did not retreat, although his center of gravity had quietly shifted. He was always ready to sweep back to create distance, but he did not flinch.

Zhuo Yang would not make the first move, and Gattuso did not raise his arm, so he would not take a stance. The two were in a stalemate like this. Although they didn't make a move, Gattuso mainly attacked and Zhuo Yang defended, completely reversing their responsibilities on the court.

"Forget it!" Gattuso suddenly withdrew his murderous intent. This kind of freedom of movement was beyond the reach of ordinary masters. "I said I wouldn't touch you in Milanello."

Zhuo Yang did not answer the call, nor did he relax his vigilance.

"Let's do this, Zhuo Yang. How about we have a bet?" Gattuso took two steps back as he spoke and stopped being aggressive.

"What are you betting on? Let's talk about it."

"Let's find a place to arrange a fight. Find a boxing gym or a fight club and book the stage for a fight. It's just you and me, and we'll duel in secret." At this time, Gattuso was like an old fox. "We gentlemen have agreed that whoever loses will leave AC Milan at the end of this season."

Zhuoyang smiled, he understood that Gattuso wanted to drive him away to rebuild his prestige in Milanello. The idea is very good, but this is a bit too childish, and it also underestimates me, Zhuoyang.

"I won't fight you, let alone leave AC Milan just because I lost to you." Zhuo Yang said: "Gattuso, you are such a grown man, why bother?"

"Haha, are you afraid of losing to me? If you are afraid, just say it and I will spare you."

"Maybe I really can't beat you..."

"Of course you can't beat me, you don't have any doubt about that." Gattuso took over the topic and at the same time released murderous intent again to match his speech, perfectly.

"...Maybe. But who knows without having fought?" Zhuoyang said: "But that's not the point. I don't want to fight you, because fighting you is completely worthless. And out of concern for AC Milan and the Round Table Respect, respect for Paul, I can’t fight you either.”

"Stop fucking talking about the Round Table, I'm no longer good!" Gattuso's fierce, leopard-like eyes showed pain.

Faced with criticism and condemnation from the Knights of the Round Table, Gattuso, who was angry and extremely proud, angrily withdrew from the Round Table, using determination to maintain his remaining dignity. Maybe this would be good for him and the Round Table.

"Okay. But this has nothing to do with me. I don't want to fight with you, I don't want to have a fight, and I won't leave Milan because of a fight. As long as you don't make a move first, I won't fight back. That's it, it's useless to talk more."

"Quack, quack..." Gattuso laughed like a brick. "After all, you are still afraid of me."

"Even if I'm afraid of you, I won't fight with you first anyway." Zhuo Yang no longer wants to provoke others.

"If you are afraid of me, then beg for mercy! Beg for mercy and I will let you go.

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"You're thinking too much. I won't beg for mercy, and I won't make a fight with you." Anyway, that's how I am. If you make a move, I will continue. If you don't, I will just watch.

Gattuso really doesn't want to start a fight with Zhuo Yang in Milanello, otherwise with his understanding of Zhuo Yang and knowing what Zhuo Yang's bottom line is, he can just throw a few insulting swear words to successfully tease him. But Gattuso did not do this. Although he was aggressive today, he was still very particular about his words. From this point of view, it was not clear whether he wanted to have a fight with Zhuo Yang or not. No one knew what Master Ba was thinking.

"The damn duck has a tough mouth, bang bang bang bang..." Gattuso smiled like a train again. "You just know that I am a fastidious person and I have to be fair when fighting, so that's why I'm so tough."

"Okay, if you don't want to fight, don't fight! You have to remember, it's you who don't dare to fight me, it's you who are afraid of me."

Zhuo Yang nodded slightly and just let him say whatever he said.

"Well, I, Gattuso, don't want to bully people who don't want to fight, so let's leave it at that." Master Ba took another step back to clear the way. "From now on, if you don't offend the river, don't act too big in front of me, because whether I fight you or not, you are already defeated by me."

Zhuo Yang walked past Gattuso in silence, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. He was really lucky to be able to avoid a fight that had little chance of winning and had no reason.

Zhuoyang's fighting is strictly prohibited by all aspects, not only by law and club regulations, but also by his parents, his agent, his sister and his insurance company. He is not allowed to fight anymore.

Zhuoyang is now a wealthy man and cannot afford to be injured. Especially as a pianist, his ten fingers are worth a hundred times more than a diamond of the same size. His fingers are also covered by insurance companies for high-cost insurance. For the sake of the piano, Zhuo Yang was not even allowed to play basketball, and if possible, even football was not allowed. Not to mention fighting!

Zhuoyang himself is not that sensitive, but he still takes good care of his fingers as carefully as possible. This is a big reason why he is now more and more reluctant to fight.

Zhuo Yang and Gattuso went in opposite directions and gradually moved away. A contest between two major Kung Fu masters in Serie A was about to end sadly. Perhaps, the two proud people also have some regrets in their hearts.

"Alas, I want to be defeated alone!" Gattuso muttered to himself as he walked, as if he meant it to Zhuo Yang. "How powerful do you think it is? Aren't you afraid of me? Alas - it's boring."

Zhuo Yang was unmoved.

"I think that little guy from Naples is quite talented. His younger brother is much more passionate than his boss. Whenever I go to fight with him, I guess with that kid's temperament, he will definitely not give in. He is much stronger than his boss. .”

"If I can't beat the boss, I will give the younger brother a good lesson. No matter how small the mosquito is..."

"Gattuso, I will fight you in this fight!!"