Great Power Army Reclamation

Chapter 2700 Ring Match 5

Ye Feng's Bajiquan's inch power is close to perfection, but the soft power has not yet reached the realm of perfection.

And Eleven Kalaripayat's yoga judo has added some fierceness, so the two can be regarded as meeting good talents.

Facing Eleven who rushed over again, Ye Feng pushed him with an iron mountain lean, but unexpectedly, this time Eleven did not fight hard, but slid and passed by him at a strange angle.

Just at the moment when the two people turned sideways, Eleven whipped Ye Feng with a snake-like whip kick, and Ye Feng pushed back with a piercing elbow.

Eleven touched the ground with both feet, and his body circled in the air, with his hands open, like an eagle.

Ye Feng swept his left foot across the ring, and his fist was raised as solid as iron.

Thirty-two years of winter training made his back muscles bulge like a mountain under the black training suit.

When Eleven fell, two eagle claws had reached his face.

Ye Feng lowered his hips and turned his waist. His right elbow split the air wave like a battle axe, but it touched a ball of cotton wool.

Eleven twisted into a yoga wheel in midair. At the moment when his toes touched the ground, his left hand turned into a knife and stabbed three inches below Ye Feng's ribs.

"Bang!"

Although the hand knife hit Ye Feng's ribs, Ye Feng was already as strong as a rock at this time, so his hand knife returned in vain.

Eleven was shocked. He knew how powerful his hand knife was, but this person was not hurt?

However, he did not panic. He landed on his feet and swam close to the ground like a king cobra.

Ye Feng's eyes condensed, and his whip kick swept out a residual image, and the eight extreme shock kick made the ring shake!

"Bang!"

Eleven bent his elbow to block, but Ye Feng kicked continuously. Finally, on the eighth time,. Eleven's collarbone made a crisp sound.

Eleven used the force to flip over, as light as a swallow. Ye Feng's chopping palm followed, and Eleven suddenly turned into the dancing king posture in the Shiva statue - right leg raised above the head, and a drop of water condensed on the fingertips of the left hand.

When the water burst into mist, Sanskrit chanting came from behind Ye Feng's ears.

While he was stunned, Eleven's palm knife pierced the sound barrier and tapped his Dazhui acupoint.

Ye Feng clamped his palm with two fingers of his left hand. He hit him with an iron finger of his right hand.

Two figures crossed on the ring, and the impact that was sometimes gentle and sometimes explosive made the ring shaky.

Suddenly, everything stopped, and Ye Feng's two fingers pinched Eleven's throat.

And Eleven's fingers pointed at Ye Feng's eyes. Obviously, if this move was used, Eleven would die, and his attack would not be able to reach the target at all.

Sweat dripped along the Sanskrit tattoo, leaving a small wet mark on the ring.

Everything ended just like that, the entire stand was silent, and Eleven looked ashen.

Although he lost this match convincingly, he couldn't afford to lose here.

Eleven sighed and suddenly punched his temple. He fell to the ground like a sack.

Ye Feng leaned over and saw that the guy was bleeding from all seven orifices. Obviously, he had left no chance to survive.

The remaining servants rushed to the ring and began to treat him. They were all masters.

However, facing a master who had suffered injuries and had left no chance to survive, they were obviously powerless.

The audience shouted and cursed one after another, and some people were about to rush over to besiege Ye Feng.

But at this time, the Americans in the stands also rose up to resist and prepared to defend their heroes.

The Chinese stands were also excited, and they all looked unfriendly. Who dared to move?

Ye Yuze sighed and walked onto the ring. Although he was not afraid of anything, it was just a game, and he really didn't want anyone to die.

Ye Yuze stepped onto the stage, and ten servants of God glared at him. Although they were all skilled in medicine, they were helpless against the bleeding from all seven orifices.

After all, from a medical point of view, this situation can basically be declared dead. Medicine has never had a good way to treat head diseases.

Even Western medicine with various cutting-edge equipment has no way, and doctors like them, such as Kalaripayat, are even more useless.

In fact, Ye Yuze was not sure that he could save Eleven, but he was a medical student after all, and he still understood Eleven's condition.

He hit his temple with great force. Although everyone thought he was dead, Ye Yuze thought he could save him.

It's not that he has any unique insights, but that he has experienced more things.

Many people have done self-harm, but there is one thing in common, that is, the strength is worse than hitting others.

It's not that they can't do it, but it's a physiological, subconscious behavior.

So some books describe that a minister died by hitting a pillar, which is basically nonsense.

Looking at the people who were full of hostility towards him, Ye Yuze did not respond, but said calmly:

"I am a Chinese medicine doctor. In his condition, I am somewhat confident that he can be saved. If you do not allow me, I can not save him, but let me be frank. If I cannot save him, you cannot blame me."

There is a microphone on each stage, so Ye Yuze's voice naturally spread and was heard by everyone.

The audience, who were originally glaring at him, also calmed down and looked at the servants.

The servants did not want to agree to Ye Yuze's request. They did not believe that the medical skills of this opponent could be better than theirs.

But the situation was deadlocked here. If they did not agree and saw Eleven die here, public opinion would be quite unfavorable to them.

So after discussing it, several people flashed out of the open space and let Ye Yuze treat him.

Ye Yuze first turned Eleven's body over to lie on his side, and then began to feel his pulse. He wanted to know where the blood stasis was first.

The servants of the gods naturally didn't know that Eleven had a head injury. Why was Ye Yuze pinching his wrist?

At this time, the other two people on the ring also stopped and looked at this side.

After determining the position, Ye Yuze decisively took out the three-edged needle and stabbed it into the blood stasis area. Several servants of the gods exclaimed and tried to stop him.

Are you kidding? Using a needle to stab the head, this is not saving lives, it is killing people!

However, Ye Yuze's calm expression made them hesitate and did not rush up.

Then they saw a magical scene. Black blood slowly flowed out along the needle tube, and Ye Yuze took out several long needles and quickly stabbed them.

The speed of the black blood flowed faster and faster as the silver needles were inserted, and Eleven, who had already entered a coma, twitched his eyelids a few times and actually opened his eyes.

Ye Yuze sighed and ordered:

"Call an ambulance!"

Then he kept twisting and flicking on several needles, and his technique was as fast as lightning.

Eleven opened his blank eyes and asked:

"What are you doing?"

The number one servant of God was in tears and knelt down on his knees: "On behalf of God, thank you for everything you have done for Eleven."

As he knelt down, the other nine servants of God also knelt down quickly and thanked Ye Yuze.

Ye Yuze had no time to pay attention to them. His hands kept doing it. After a while, his head was full of sweat.

Ye Feng picked up a towel to wipe the sweat off his father. He wanted to say something but didn't say it after all.

In recent years, there has not been much communication between father and son. Most boys are like this. When they grow up, they are not willing to say anything to their father.

Because each generation has different cognition and worldview, and the father likes to influence his children in his own way.

But the child does not agree with many of his father's views, which creates a communication barrier.

The main father is usually strong, and likes to force things that are not reasonable. As a son, he naturally cannot resist.

In the end, the son will agree with whatever his father says, but whether he does it or not is another matter. Just don't suffer a loss in front of you.

Ye Feng and Ye Yuze didn't reach this point. After all, when Ye Feng got into such a big trouble, Ye Yuze and his friends stood up, and that's how the American brother company came into being.

It can be said that without Ye Yuze's efforts to turn the tide, Ye Feng might have to return to the Warrior Group to develop.

Today, Ye Feng has become a super rich man in the United States and can influence many things. This is naturally inseparable from Ye Yuze.

However, because Ye Feng has been busy for a long time, the father and son don't meet much, so they rarely communicate.

Wu Yicuo, one song, one post, one content, one look!

When wiping his father's sweat, Ye Feng suddenly found that Ye Yuze had white hair on his temples, and his heart couldn't help but sour.

Really old, this time is really not forbidden!

The ambulance came and took Eleven away. At this time, the audience stopped arguing and had complicated expressions.

The original tense situation turned into silence. Yes, human nature is kind after all. In front of life, how can winning or losing be so important?

In Huaxia, the leader who wanted to broadcast the game finally received the instruction from his superiors not to broadcast it.

He slammed the table hard and finally gave up helplessly. The phrase "the overall situation is important" blocked all his reasons.

What is the overall situation? He didn't know. He had experienced too much in these years. In the end, he still understood that the so-called overall situation is actually the leader's will.

Then, those who could still watch the game on social software could not watch it immediately, and then cursed.

Eleven was taken away by the ambulance, and the game continued. The world would not change without anyone.

Next, Ye Feng fought against the third servant of God. This was because the real strength of Eleven had entered the top five, and it was useless to change others.

And Singh's opponent became the ninth servant of God, who had just been eliminated by him.

Tiechui faced the tenth elder, still full of fighting spirit.

At present, Ye Yuze's side has all the elites out. If it weren't for Singer occupying the ring, Yang Geyong would have to go up. Of course, he would like it.

There are only seven of the thirteen servants left, and they still have the advantage in numbers.

Because of Ye Yuze's actions just now, the servants' offensive style has obviously slowed down. This is the so-called return of favors.

The audience's emotions have also calmed down. Most of them are cheering, and there is basically no cursing.

Tiechui's style is the same as always, that is, hurt the enemy a thousand, hurt yourself eight hundred, and exchange injuries for injuries.

But who can afford to fight with him with his gorilla-like physique? The tenth servant of God finally gave in after the Nth collision with him.

Going head-on with this person is self-abuse!

But there is no way to fight without contact, and finally he can only admit defeat. There is no way, if he continues to waste time, the result will be the same.

Singh can be said to be the highlight of the ring. Perhaps because the Indian audience is familiar with Kalaripayat's fighting style, Singh's fight with the Ninth Servant of God was very fierce.

To be called a servant of God, his kung fu must have reached a very high level, at least he can pretend to be cool.

The so-called pretending is to be calm and calm during the fight, but the Ninth Servant of God found that he really couldn't do it.

Singh's attack was fierce and murderous, and his men showed no signs of mercy at all. Every move seemed to kill him.

The Ninth Servant of God only pretended to be cool for three moves, and was kicked in the hip by Singh, and then hit the guardrail.

He knew he couldn't underestimate this opponent. Once upon a time, the thirteen of them could look down on all the boxing champions.

But today, he really couldn't do it. He was familiar with every move of Singh, and could even predict the direction of attack, but he couldn't defend against it.

Because every move of Singh had a subtle change, even just the difference in the angle of force made the whole move different.

To become the ninth servant of God, he naturally fought again and again. He didn't know what failure felt like for a long time.

But he naturally couldn't learn to admit defeat like Lao Shi. He had to fight hard whether he won or lost.

So, Lao Jiu roared, one arm became thick, and with the sound of wind, he smashed towards Singh.

Singh dodged and jumped, barely avoided it, then his body flew into the air, and one foot kicked Lao Jiu's face like lightning.

Lao Jiu stretched out his hand to block, but he didn't expect Singh's other leg to kick him in the back of the head.

Head strikes are the easiest way to make people lose their fighting power. Laojiu's body shook a few times, and before he could wake up, Singh's foot, which was blocked by him, kicked his forehead again from above his arm.

Laojiu finally couldn't hold on this time, and fell to the ground with a "thump".

Singh didn't pursue the victory, he had to give the servant some face, of course, if he didn't want it, he wouldn't mind helping him.

Ye Feng was pretending at this moment, because the third servant was pretending, and Ye Feng always paid the most attention to his demeanor, so the two pretenders met.

Lao San's starting move was to raise his right palm, and his body was straight, like a tree.

And Ye Feng did the same, wearing a white Chinese training suit, motionless like a mountain.

Then the referee looked at the two people and began to be dazed. Although he was familiar with Kalaripayat, who knew what the two masters were going to do?

If it was a matter of winning or losing by being handsome, Ye Feng would definitely win, because he was young!

Although the third brother was also good-looking, he was nearly 40 years old and had a big beard, so he lost first. There was nothing he could do. Age was a disadvantage.

After watching for a while, neither of them moved, so the referee had to remind them:

"Ye Feng is the champion, you have to attack first, otherwise you will be penalized for a foul."

Ye Feng was stunned when he heard this. In the past few games, he really had never taken the initiative to attack. Now he was required to attack, which was a bit embarrassing.

After all, don't masters always strike back? How to fight first?

However, the referee reminded him, so he couldn't just stand still. He thought about it, raised his right leg, and kicked at the third brother's raised right palm.

But this attack was really perfunctory, just a show, and there was a boo from the audience.

The third brother felt insulted. Who are you looking down on? Is this called attacking?

In a rage, the third brother also raised his leg and kicked over, and the two legs met in the air, making a muffled sound.

Here it comes