Golden Greenery

As soon as Miguel Zendo broke into the gym, Zhuo Yang immediately became alert because he felt murderous intent.

This was a strong sense of crisis. A hare in the wilderness could sense that an eagle was coming from behind without looking back. What Zhuo Yang saw was a Cen Duo that was completely different from usual.

Master Cen?

No matter how much he was embarrassed, Zhuo Yang was very sure that the person in front of him was very dangerous.

Without any room for hesitation, Zhuoyang immediately jumped off the bench of the comprehensive fitness equipment and distanced himself from Cen Duo, who was approaching quickly.

"Cen Duo or Cen Shao? What do you want to do?"

‘Huhu~’!

Cen Duo didn't answer, there was only a low whimper in his throat, he set up a fighting posture, and kept approaching Zhuoyang with blood-red eyes.

"If you think about it, you will fight until death!"

"Huhu~"

Zhuo Yang's stern words didn't make Cen Duo give in. He stepped closer and then sent out a jab with his left hand.

The expert will know if it is there as soon as he reaches out his hand. It was just a tentative jab, and Zhuo Yang immediately knew that Cen Duo was a master today. After raising his arms to block, the strong shock of the blow still came from the back of his fist.

Immediately afterwards came Cen Duo's heavy right hand punch. Zhuo Yang's dodge was not unpleasant, but the fist grazed his ear and caused pain.

Left hook and right swing, and immediately followed by a left straight punch followed by a right fist.

The sharp and fierce combination of punches left Zhuoyang unable to fight back. Even though he had already crossed his arms and kept dodging and blocking with his eyes wide open, he was still hit by Cen Duo in the right rib. He felt a heart-piercing pain and almost closed his eyes. Passed.

Moreover, Cen Duo's right fist almost hit his chin.

The chin is a very soft place. Once hit by a heavy punch, Zhuo Yang had no other option but to lie down on his back and become a numb body.

Taking advantage of the interval between Cen Duo's punches, Zhuo Yang quickly retreated again, trying to adjust his internal breath after suffering a heavy blow to his ribs.

Zhuo Yang had just experienced a heavy workout, and even though his vest had been soaked with sweat, Zhuo Yang was still breaking out in a cold sweat.

This should be Cen Duo who beat De Tu to a pulp! Just a face-to-face meeting, Zhuo Yang was sure that if he continued to fight like this, he would definitely not be his opponent. It would only be a matter of time before he was defeated.

When Uncle Li in the courtyard taught Zhuo Yang Kung Fu, he never intended for him to become a free-spirited Sanda athlete or a professional boxer, because Uncle Li himself was not one. As awesome as Uncle Li is, there is no problem in getting into the ropes and being beaten half to death by the world champion.

Only teach fighting, just teach how to fight! Uncle Li basically doesn't know anything except defeating the enemy with one move. He can't even cook noodles.

Use any available terrain, use your sight to reach any available tools, and do whatever you can to defeat the enemy.

Maybe it's a sharp key, maybe it's a handful of sand that can blind the enemy. Uncle Li is good at killing skills, but Zhuo Yang has only scratched the surface.

So, he took a mouthful of phlegm.

'Pooh! ’

A lump of salty and sticky phlegm suddenly shot out. Cen Duo was a master, but he had never seen such an irregular hidden weapon and such an unsophisticated fighting method. He was hit after being stunned for a moment, and it happened to stick to his mouth.

Zhuoyang himself felt sick and his stomach was churning.

Cen Duo used his fists to smear phlegm all over his face, but his legs did not slow down the pursuit at all.

Zhuoyang couldn't face such a master right away, not to mention that his internal energy hadn't been adjusted yet.

Run! He jumped under the rocker arm of the comprehensive fitness equipment, and Cen Duo followed closely. Zhuo Yang let go without even looking back, "P*ss!" ’ The nylon belt on the side frame bounced back and slapped Cendo in the face.

A blood mark immediately bulged out diagonally from Cen Duo's forehead to his chin, but the old guy didn't seem to know the pain and still pursued him.

Zhuo Yang continued to run, jumping over the butterfly machine with one hand, and stepped on it. Cen Duo's belly just hit the raised bent frame.

Even though Cen Duo was as ferocious as a wild beast, he couldn't help but let out a 'chirp' sound.

Zhuo Yang was playing hide-and-seek with Cen Duo in the various equipment in the gym. In a short time, the Real Madrid assistant coach had two blood marks on his face and a huge bump on his forehead from the treadmill. Just because the dog ate shit, Cen Duo also fell twice.

It looks so miserable!

However, his pursuit did not slow down at all, and neither his pace nor his punches seemed to be affected.

It would not be unusual for such a brave Cen Duo to beat Heitou to death, let alone De Tu Fatty.

Zhuoyang was chased with no way to escape. He couldn't stop the car and threw himself on the Smith barbell stand. Cen Duo, who followed closely, raised his fist and hit him on the back of the head, swinging left and right.

‘Biu!’ Zhuo Yang turned around on the spot, holding up 20 kilograms of barbell plates with both hands, protecting his face.

‘boring boring’

Cen Duo's two fists were wedged hard against the barbell plates, causing everyone else to feel pain for him.

‘Bang! ! ’

Zhuo Yang picked up the barbell with one hand and slapped Cen Duo on the face. This is the use of weapons.

Cen Duo was whipped into the air and spun around twice before falling to the ground.

Zhuo Yang casually threw away the barbell plate that had made great achievements, and clapped his hands proudly.

"Professional master, bah! You're vulnerable. If you weren't a professional, I wouldn't bother to beat you up..."

Before he finished speaking, Cen Duo, who was supposed to be dead, stood up straight from the ground and screamed, almost scaring Zhuo Yang to death.

Is this a fucking human or a ghost? Or a devilish muscular man? Are you too able to withstand beatings?

With half of his face covered in blood, Cen Duo looked more and more like a wild beast, and the harsh blow only aggravated his ferocious animal nature.

The ensuing set of punch combinations were overwhelming. Although Zhuo Yang still couldn't find a chance to fight back, he had learned from previous mistakes and protected his body's vitals tightly and tried his best to avoid blows to the head.

But even so, his two forearms were still sore from the block, and the shoulder that was hit was even more painful.

Obviously knowing that to deal with a boxer is to keep the distance and then use leg attacks to resist the opponent, but the devil is taller than the devil, and Cen Duo's flexible and agile pace makes it impossible for Zhuo Yang to distance himself. Even if he can barely distance himself, Before he could gain momentum, Cen Duo would stick to him again and press forward nimbly.

Blocking, dodging and retreating step by step, Zhuo Yang's body slowly dived down, and Cen Duo's domineering boxing skills were opened and closed step by step.

Zhuo Yang suddenly dived forward and drilled hard, raised his right palm from bottom to top, hit Cen Duo on the chin and then locked his throat, his left hand snake wrapped around his arm, he stepped up with his right leg and twisted his waist to touch his crotch, and hung the pin on his arm. He threw Cen Duo out hard.

This is the style of play Zhuoyang is good at.

Cen Duo threw himself on the treadmill before falling off again, smashing the treadmill screen.

If you kill a snake, follow it with the stick. Be as ruthless to your enemies as the autumn wind sweeps away fallen leaves. Zhuo Yang stepped forward. Professional or not, a boxer lying on the ground would definitely not be as capable as Zhuo Yang.

‘Biao~! ’

Cen Duo stood up straight again, and Zhuo Yang felt like he was in trouble.

How the hell is this a professional boxer? He's obviously a professional RoboCop, okay?

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