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Bang!

Another low sweep.

However, this time, Li Xia had adapted to the opponent's rhythm, or guessed the opponent's attack method. Although the low sweep of Big L was very fast, Li Xia raised his knee to block it.

But the force was not unloaded, and the violent impact "bang" hit Li Xia's shin, which was still very painful, burning.

Taking advantage of the stiffness of Big L after retracting his legs, Li Xia followed up with a back-hand swing punch, but Big L dodged it by diving and jumping back two steps to distance himself.

Li Xia was about to take a breath to slow down, but he didn't expect that the opposite Big L suddenly changed direction, turned to Li Xia's right side and swept his leg again, but this time it was slightly raised, a middle sweep!

Bang, this leg hit Li Xia's soft spot directly.

Hiss!

Li Xia took a breath of cold air, the pain was like many insects drilling into his heart and lungs, and he took two steps back to barely hold his body.

Subconsciously, he took seven or eight steps back, trying to escape from Big L's attack range.

Big L did not quickly retract his legs to continue the pursuit, but posed in a middle whip kick position on the concrete ground, without moving, fixed the position for a few seconds, and then slowly and steadily retracted the whipped right leg and stood sideways.

Although there was no audience at the scene, Big L's action was obviously for the audience who were watching the live broadcast room on the Internet.

If Li Xia was not the target of his whip, he would have to say that it was a beautiful kick.

After re-posing his fighting posture, Big L smiled coldly and raised his chin slightly.

At this moment, Li Xia understood that this match was just a show match, and he was just a moving target.

Its function, like the boxing gloves in Big L's hand that he never swung, was one of the many tools used to attract the audience. Previously, he thought that the opponent would let him go, but it was just Li Xia's own imagination.

This is also good, at least he will not be killed instantly. If you keep grinding, there will always be an opportunity. Li Xia, who was previously provoked, slowly calmed down after several whip kicks.

This time, Big L did not force him to come up, but just stood there, facing the four cameras and slowly turning around, kicking continuously while turning, low sweep, middle sweep and high sweep in sequence.

The left foot as a support did not move at all, the upper body tilted slightly, the right foot quickly pulled off the ground, first the knee was suddenly raised to above the waist, and then the calf was swept out quickly.

The whole action was smooth and flowing, like a sharp blade out of the sheath, splitting the air in an instant, the toes were like the tip of a sword, and when it reached the peak of the high sweep, it was almost at the same height as Big L's head.

One sweep, one turn, one sweep, one turn.

Although he knew that the other party was showing his strength and skills to the fans in the live broadcast room, this unscrupulous contempt during the game made Li Xia a little angry.

When Big L turned halfway, that is, when his back was completely exposed to Li Xia, Li Xia started instantly and rushed over at a sprint speed, hoping to directly hit Big L's back.

As a result, Big L seemed to have eyes on his back, and immediately followed with a turn and kick, kicking Li Xia's abdomen squarely.

The force of the forward rush, plus the reaction force of the forward kick, under the action of the two forces, Li Xia couldn't bear it, and took a few steps back and fell directly to the ground. The air in his chest couldn't come up, and the whole person was instantly drained of strength.

Severe pain immediately swept through his body. Li Xia used his right hand to support himself and half sat up. His left hand tightly hugged his kicked abdomen and tried to breathe hard, but every breath he took into his mouth was painful.

Big L maintained a relaxed smile, looked down at his opponent who was half lying on the ground in pain, and a few traces of pride flashed in his eyes.

A circle of staff wearing Yasha masks surrounded him in twos and threes. Tonight's game was as simple as expected, and they had no need to take action at all.

According to previous bare-knuckle matches, these Yakshas have two functions.

First, the exaggerated ghost masks can make the match more mysterious, thereby arousing the tension and excitement of the audience; second, the Yakshas are responsible for ensuring the rules and order of the match, and are also for forcibly intervening and quickly controlling the situation when the players lose control.

However, it is obvious that tonight's match was well controlled by Big L, and they did not need to do any extra work at all. They just needed to act as a good atmosphere group.

"Stand up." Big L looked down, hugged his chest with his gloved hands, and said coldly, "The kid whose hair has not grown yet, the match is not over yet."

Li Xia gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and climbed up very slowly.

Why?

I was only kicked three or four times, and I was like a fool and fell to the ground?

"Pah." Li Xia spat a mouthful of bloody saliva on the ground, wiped his mouth, and prepared to continue.

At this time, Big L suddenly attacked, and his body suddenly jumped forward, and another low kick, the end of the arc trajectory was still the same place, Li Xia's calf.

Damn, you're still using this trick!

This is too bullying!

This is clearly an insulting fighting style. There is a kind of kicking that I will do, you know it, I know it, and the audience knows it.

But, what can you do?

These thoughts flashed through Li Xia's mind in a flash. In reality, he clearly knew and saw the low sweep of the big L's whip kick.

But for some reason, he couldn't lift his knees to defend, and could only watch the whip kick accurately hit his legs.

Bang!

Li Xia knelt on the ground again. At this moment, he no longer had the strength to do another donkey roll. Although he couldn't see it, the sound of breaking wind came again.

At this moment, it was clearer than when he was standing.

Bang!

A slightly higher low sweep hit Li Xia's soft spot again.

Li Xia was kicked away directly, and then he felt his throat tighten, as if something was about to come out of it. He gritted his teeth and swallowed it.

With his limbs on the ground, Li Xia raised his head with difficulty, looking at Da L who was not even breathing, he felt a little desperate and powerless.

The opponent hadn't used his fists yet, but just whipped a single and unchanging whip kick, and he had been beaten without any resistance, without even a little resistance, and even couldn't even touch Da L's trouser legs.

"Can't stand up?" Da L, who had the advantage, was not merciful and mocked, "It's not even a minute yet? You are such a sissy, can you have a son in the future?"

The young and energetic Li Xia was so excited that he stood up again, staggering, and wiped his lips with the back of his right hand wrapped in bandages.

He has fought a lot since he was a child, and he has won and lost, but he has never seen such a cowardly fighting style as this one.

Why do old martial artists not push young guys to death? Because if they are provoked, they will really kill them without any scruples.

At this moment, Li Xia, whose adrenaline is soaring, has already been exhausted physically, but mentally, he is just getting started.

"That's right."

The experienced Big L laughed: The audience hasn't seen enough blood yet.