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Two men with very different styles, but equally brilliant and eye-catching.

Qi Qi walked to the center of the arena.

They are along the median line.

One left and one right standing.

It's like two majestic pine trees.

Then, according to the etiquette of taekwondo, bend over and bow towards the other person.

This is respect for the opponent.

It is also a respect for yourself.

If there is no opponent, there is no so-called victory or defeat, and there is no competition.

Just....

Between Jiang Moshen and Huo Yizhan, respect is only on the surface, and what is hidden underneath is a dark tide.

The moment the two of them were bending over.

Mocking words, like a sharp offensive.

Jiang Moshen: "Stinky boy, in this arena, I have never lost. Wait a minute, it hurts, but don't cry and call your mother. "

Hmph, smelly boy, let's go home and breastfeed!

Huo Yizhan: "Today I will let you lose completely!" Let you know who is the real king! "

Hmph, Little Sugar Candy will definitely see my majesty, and you are a miserable failure!

War.

Ignite thoroughly.

The two took two steps back.

The scars on Jiang Moshen's face revealed a violent and rough aura.

His ankles gently turned on the mat, making a creaking sound.

Excellent elasticity on a hard sponge mat.

A deep dent appeared mark.

Huo Yizhan held a white gauze in his hand.

He is handsome and dashing.

The gauze was wrapped around the mouth and knuckles of the tiger in circles.

Under the movement of clouds and water.

It is the rough waves hidden under the dark eyes.

Before the official start, the two glanced at the only audience on the side with a relaxed look.

Jiang Mo smiled and waved his hand.

The little milk ball also smiled sweetly and raised her hand towards him.

"Third uncle come on~"

Huo Yizhan was not to be outdone, and with his enchanting and handsome face, he raised his eyebrows handsomely and made a funny grimace.

When the little milk ball saw it, his clear and bright eyes instantly widened.

The corners of his mouth grinned happily, and his white teeth were revealed with a smile.

"Hahaha, third brother, come on duck~"

Huo Yizhan triumphantly withdrew his eyes, and the spoiled expression on his face changed suddenly.

As if as if to say, Little Sugar Candy shouted "Come on" to me even louder!

Jiang Mo glanced back coldly.

Silently fighting back, winning on the field is the real win!

Childish and contentious men are like that.

Even a word of cheer, you have to compare with each other.

Immediately after that -

the two clasped their hands into fists and bounced on their toes.

Seems flexible.

In fact, the muscles of the whole body were tense with an amazing force.

A gaze as sharp as a cold knife.

Flexible movement.

Even a lean and strong body is an invisible oppression of the opponent.

But the two sides of today's battle are not ordinary people.

You don't get scared for that reason.

But in countless actual battles, they came out with one punch and one kick, stained with blood.

Jiang Moshen was like a fierce tiger coming out of the gate.

He has always been a proactive style.

After several attempts, no loophole was found in Huo Yizhan.

In the originally dark eyes, there was more meaning.

It seems that this game is more interesting than he imagined.

Huo Yizhan is indeed an opponent who can compete with him.

Jiang Moshen became more serious and more focused.

With a bang -

the others didn't even see clearly, Jiang Moshen's right foot had kicked out heavily.

Huo Yizhan blocked with his left hand.

Not only was he not knocked down by Jiang Moshen's power.

The right hand instantly punches in this gap.

It's fast and unexpected.

Jiang Moshen did not dodge, but took this punch heavily.

Then a counterforce went towards Huo Yizhan .

Followed by.

It's a matter of you coming and going.

Punches and feet.

The little milk ball was watching from the side, and only felt dazzled in front of him.

Woohoohoo.

Yikes.

It was as if someone was singing a song in her ear.

"Hey, hey, use the nunchuck."

The big dark eyes swirled, looking at Jiang Moshen on the left and Huo Yizhan on the right.

Wow~

so fast....

So awesome....

Compared to the others on the side, the shouts are louder, but the strength is small.

Jiang Moshen and Huo Yizhan did not have unnecessary sounds, but with a shocking aura, people felt the shocking power of this game.

Imperceptibly.

There were quite a few people around who stopped their training.

Eyes turned in unison.

Watch this once-in-a-lifetime match carefully.

Even the world-class finals are not so exciting.

Say it's a competition.

There are really no rules.

The only condition for judging the victory or defeat is the knockout of the opponent!

At the beginning, both men had such a firm belief in their hearts.

But after a few exchanges.

They found it impossible.

Jiang Moshen pays attention to strength, and every blow is a heavy punch.

And Huo Yizhan is flexible, he can not only dodge attacks, but also counterattack between gaps.

The match between the two was thus in a state of stalemate.

Their hands were now tightly wrapped around each other's belts.

Compete with each other.

Master tricks.

Often just in millicentimeters.

Next.

They compete with who makes the mistake first and who can seize the opportunity.

Well?

What is this again?

The little milk ball looked at this scene, tilted his head, and a confused confusion appeared in his bright eyes.

Isn't it a competition?

How did the third uncle and the third brother hug together?

Wasn't it just now, brush brush brush?

In the heart of the little milk ball, many small question marks appeared.

Blink your eyes. He

pursed his small mouth.

She watched intently, and after another while.

Why haven't the third uncle and the third brother separated yet?

Do you want to hold it all the time?

The more you look at the little milk balls, the more strange they become.

The small palm of his hand was propped up on the hard sponge cushion, and his knees rubbed and walked forward.

"Little friend, don't go over-"

The others on the side were taken aback.

Such a terrifying momentum of the game, they were so far away, they didn't dare to take a breath.

That fleshy little milk ball, how dare to climb over.

Isn't she afraid?

Huo Xiaocan, who was wearing a loose taekwondo suit, was like a little snowball, rolling and rolling.

Slightly closer to the two men's side.

The little milk ball raised its white little face, a cute tilted head to kill.

Ignorantly asked, "Third uncle, third brother, aren't you competing?" Why hug? "

Hug? Embrace?

The ghost is willing to hug this stinky boy!

As soon as Jiang Moshen thought of it, he was full of chills.

Huo Yizhan was on the side, hearing the words of the little milk ball.

Deep in his narrow eyes, a touch of fox-like cunning suddenly flashed.

He suddenly stepped back.

It was as if he had been suppressed by Jiang Moshen's power.

So a flaw is revealed.

Jiang Moshen quickly seized the opportunity and pulled Huo Yizhan's black belt with his palm.

The man is lean and powerful.

A jerk of force at the waist -