MTL - Dumb Please Take a Seat-Chapter 452 There is probably only one trend in her, and that is to beat people up

  Chapter 452 There is probably only one trend in her, and that is to beat people

  The temperature in Morocco in the middle and late November has begun to cool down, but the competition scene is still hot like a hot summer.

  Holding his palms on his lower body and sweeping over, Joao's attack was missed, so he had to quickly withdraw and make a fist on his side.

  What the audience perceives, he feels earlier.

   Gong Jiuan was attacking him with his moves.

   Caused him to keep losing points.

  Because you can never guess whether this person will use your counterattack or her own fighting skills next.

  He thought he was good at melee combat, but at this moment he was abruptly outmatched in front of this young man, and even the jujitsu he was most proud of was defeated by the opponent one by one.

  Especially, the opponent's skill is dazzling.

  It seems that you can copy your fighting moves in a breath, and even surpass blue in blue.

   "Your Jiu-Jitsu is very good!"

  Rubbing his thumb against the corner of his lips, he twisted his neck and stared at the boy opposite, his eyes no longer contemptuous.

   "I underestimated you, Huaxia boy!"

  He did feel humiliated in the hands of the opponent, and the feeling of being rebounded by his own attack was restless and unbearable.

  Knowing that he was panting for excuses, Gong Jiuhan didn't expose him.

  Lazily tilting her head back and making a half circle, the voice between her lips was neither high nor low, as loose and lazy as she was.

   "Unfortunately, your jujitsu is disappointing."

  Arrogant and rebellious, arrogant and indifferent.

  Joao's deep foreign eyes are dark and dark.

  The air flow was surging, it was the tearing sound of strong fist wind piercing the air, but after a short stay, the figures on the stage overlapped and entangled again.

  Looking at the corners of her lips lightly, Gong Jiu's eyes are full of dark colors, mixed with interest in seeing prey and youthful dryness.

  He raised his arm and struck hard at the opponent's attacking wrist, quickly switched the main attack direction, raised his leg up and turned down quickly, and slammed the leg that was kicked by the person because of the missed punch.

  Five fingers whirled in the air and made a fist suddenly, punching the face that was close at hand.

  In the international arena, you fight against me in full swing, and discussions in the global live broadcast room are also in full swing.

"pretty!!"

   "That's a good punch!"

   "Coach Gong, come on!"

   "Using the opponent's tricks to coerce the opponent? Coach Gong is too good!"

  "Since Coach Gong's debut, all kinds of black-bellied operations on the field have been wave after wave. I never expected to be so black-bellied in the international arena! The opponent's face is green!"

   "Hahaha laughed and twitched, can Coach Gong be more annoying? Use other people's skills to do them, let's save some face for others, otherwise those foreigners who spread the word will say that we are rampant hahaha"

   "Beautiful job! I like it!"

   "Coach Gong is doing a great job!"

   "Coach Gong, come on, come on! I'll be waiting for you to come back in F City!!"

   "Hey, have you noticed that Coach Gong is playing too easily? It seems that he has guessed exactly how the opponent is going to fight. When he hides, he is accurate, and when he hits, he is ruthless!"

   "So, Coach Gong deserves his name!"

"Deserved!"

   "Only people with strength dare to be so stupid. This already shows that Coach Gong is excellent. Even if such a fighting talent has advantages and disadvantages in his resume, I think it will not hurt."

   "It's just..."

   "..."

  Under the arena, the more Su Yu looked at it, the more he couldn't help smacking his lips. When he saw the excitement, he couldn't help clenching his fists and saying yes, expressing his excitement.

   "Coach! Coach! Coach!"

   This game was so enjoyable, their coach Gong is simply his god!

  Look at the positioning, reaction, and speed, few players in the World Championships can compare with it!

  The whistle sounded, and the entangled players automatically distanced themselves for a halftime break. Gong Jiu turned around silently and saw someone standing on the edge of the ring at some point.

  His lightly raised hand bent down in a nice arc, and gently hooked her inward.

   motioned her over.

  Raising her hand to wipe the thin sweat on her chin with the back of her hand, she raised her foot and walked over.

"Coach! You played really well! The Brazilians who are overwhelmed by the aura are dead!" Su Yu handed her the unscrewed water, and when he looked at her, his eyes were shining brightly, shining with excitement: " I never felt so passionate when I played myself!"

  Of course, what he didn't say is that what makes people feel more refreshed and passionate is the operation that Gong Jiuan keeps copying and pasting the opponent's skills and then rebounds back doubled.

  Who wouldn’t want such an ability, he’s so handsome!

   He raised his head and took a sip of the water. The young man's neck was slender and fair, and when his throat rolled, it was indescribably sexy, which made Jun Gu's eyes darken slightly.

  Seeing the boy hand the water back, he said, "Come here."

  Gong Jiu glanced at him blankly, paused when he saw the towel shaking in his hand, and stretched out his hand: "I'll do it myself."

  Unexpectedly, the other party just folded the towel in his hand slowly, and raised his hand through the soft rail.

  Sweeping the scattered eyes from all around, she pursed her lips, and moved towards Jun Gu's direction.

  She looked up, and saw that the hand holding the towel was above her eyes, and her wrist was like jade.

   "Being able to dominate in the world championship weight class competition, Joao's own strength is not bad, don't underestimate him."

  The towel that fell on Gong Jiu'an's face was soft and contemptuous, carrying the delicate warmth of the master, Gong Jiu'an's hands pinched his wrists and moved, his lowered eyelids were a little obedient.

   "Of course I know."

  She was just giving the ugly thing an appetizer.

  Beating someone is something to enjoy, so take your time.

  Although he couldn't see the look in the young man's eyes, Jun Gu knew that this man must be thinking about how to beat him for a while, so that he could feel at ease.

  He lifted his lips and chuckled, and gently wiped the thin sweat off the boy's side face with a towel: "I mean, I want you not to hurt yourself."

  Pinching the hand on the wrist and loosening it, when Gong Jiuhan looked up, the other party had already withdrawn the hand that was wiping her sweat, and was folding the towel leisurely, but his eyes were slightly raised and swept towards her.

  The abyss wrapped inside is vast and charming even through the lens.

His heart skipped a beat, but he didn't expect him to suddenly add this sentence. In the eyes of Su Yu, who was holding water and looking like he was eating melon, Gong Jiu coughed softly, and nodded his chin lightly. .

"Ok, I know."

   At this time, the whistle sounded again, and the halftime ended.

  The red and blue sides returned to the center of the ring and continued the competition.

   This time, Joao changed his strategy, obviously not giving Gong Jiuhan any chance to play the copy-and-paste bounce game, attacking all the way without any pause.

  Hooking his body to a certain angle to avoid his fist attack, Gong Jiuan stretched out his hand to hold the opponent's waist, and leaned back quickly with the help of his feet, soaring into the air and turning himself with him at a large angle in mid-air to fall down.

   "The physical strength is good."

  When the eyes met, the young man with an eye-catching face and his young eyebrows were piercing gangsters.

   Supporting the opponent to flip over in mid-air and kick the ground.

   Sweep away with his legs.

  A series of movements without pause, flowing, clean and quick, dizzyingly fast.

"boom-"

  The Brazilian player, who had noticed her movement as early as she was using her strength to flip, had her eyes sink, and she kicked out at the same time, but she was kicked out before she could attack.

   Rubbing against the surface of the ring, the sound was muffled.

  Joao's so-called intention to break Gong Jiu's silent cloning technique is not worth mentioning in front of the absolute strength of the young man.

  Someone from the Brazilian team stood up abruptly the moment he was kicked out, with a serious expression on his face.

   At the beginning of this match, Joao entangled the opponent with all his strength, but he ignored one point, that is whether his physical strength can suppress the opponent before being exhausted.

   But obviously, it can't.

  This is why at the moment when Gong Jiu kicked out his leg, it was clear that he could catch or avoid it, but he was still hit and lost the point.

  Holding his elbows on the surface of the ring, Joao could only feel the shock and pain in his chest climbing and spreading, and his fair face was covered with sweat, which was visible to the naked eye.

  He was suppressed by this thin-looking Chinese boy from the beginning to the present!

  This cognition makes the flames rolling in people's hearts burn more and more vigorously, and they just want to destroy something.

  His fingers were clenched together, as if suppressing some emotion.

  It was as if someone had set a fire called unwillingness on his chest, burning his heart and lungs fiercely.

  Half propped up on the ring, Joao looked at the young man and clicked his tongue. After losing the arrogance at the beginning, Joao took on a serious dark color.

   What spreads deep inside is the excitement and desire to conquer the opponent.

"you are interesting."

  The figure flickered, and he approached again.

   I have to say that this Brazilian's style of play has always been rampant and unreasonably active, but it is also this rampage that prevents many people from responding according to his fighting rules, so there are many variables in the arena when encountering Joao.

  Combined with his excellent melee combat ability, it is not easy to successfully win the gold belt under his hands.

  Bowing slightly, the tip of her tongue lightly touched the inside of her lips, with a touch of lust, Gong Jiu hooked her lips silently.

   "Not as interesting as you."

   Swish, bang, hiss—

  The figures of the two are constantly intertwined, and their fists and feet alternate. Compared with the shadows of swords and swords on the battlefield, the tension and oppression on the ring are even more intense.

  Only this time, Joao, who represents the red side, is no longer completely overwhelmed by Gong Jiuan as before, and has a faint tendency to turn against the wind. ,

"Hey, did this Brazilian stand up and explode so violently all of a sudden?" Su Yu clenched his fists and stared at the ring: "There is a faint trend of catching up, can our coach hold it back? "

   Inexplicably, he sweated quietly in his heart.

   After all, she was still a little apprehensive, fearing that Gong Jiuhan would suffer in the opponent's hands.

  Different from the nervousness of several members of the team, Jun Gu Yaoyao's eyes did not change a bit when he landed on it, it was still elegant and cool.

   He clicked his tongue.

   "You also said that it is a trend."

   This kind of thing, going up and down, is a trend.

  However, he thought, for Gong Jiuhan, there is only one tendency for her, and that is probably to beat people.

   It can be seen from the fact that she doesn't focus on the score, and every move is a real attack on the opponent's mortal body.

"boom-"

  Above, after a brief entanglement on the ground, the two of them shot out their legs at the same time. Their precise and precise feet touched each other, and they flew close to the table for a certain distance.

  (end of this chapter)