Chapter 58 The test begins!

The game begins!

Although the competition of Gao's martial arts hall has been kept as low-key as possible, Gao Chong's reputation is there after all. It is not only black and white people, but also some foreigners who are very interested in Chinese kung fu also attach great importance to the competition between the two martial arts halls, and come from afar to watch it.

As a small martial arts hall, the auditorium designed by Gao Chong can only sit 500 spectators at most, and now the audience on the field will not be less than 1,000 people.

What is this concept? National Shangwu, if you can successfully defeat your opponent this time, I'm afraid that the status of Gao's martial arts school in Jinjiang will no longer be shaken, but if you lose, I'm afraid that the curse will spread all over the Jinjiang and south of the country in the shortest time. Who will know you, the owner of the martial arts hall at that time? It's a good thing not to fall into the well!

A total of eight people came to the Jeju Martial Arts Club of the South Korean team, three players, three tactical guidance, and two substitutes. Although the number of people is not large, it gives Gao Chong the feeling of aiming at himself like a sharp arrow all the time. As long as there is a little negligence, it will definitely be life-threatening!

"Huzi, you'll play the first game later!" Looking at the six young people, including Pan Hongsheng, Gao Chong said in a low voice to a boy who was not tall but full of explosive muscles.

"Don't worry, coach!" He smiled honestly. The person who was called Huzi was obviously a fool. With this unschethless expression, Pan Hongsheng knew that he was probably the same.

"When fighting, use your brain to learn those moves more flexible. Your strength is not much worse than that of the peak, but you are too bad in the change of moves!" Gao Chong looked at the other party helplessly. The battle is not only strength, but also endurance, and more importantly, the brain!

When to keep your hand, when to lure the enemy deep, and when to make a fatal blow, it's like a game, but Huzi is obviously a person who only knows how to be rude and doesn't know how to be table.

A gangster like him can't get close to him, but a one with a few two styles can put him on the ground.

After all, people have skills. Is your strength strong enough to reduce one force ten times? Naturally, you will suffer losses.

"Don't worry!" It was still the same simple expression. Gao Chong looked at a person who had stood up in Jeju Martial Arts Club. His heart sank and then shouted, "Everyone is optimistic about the other party's way. Although it is taekwondo, the sticks like to copy others. If you encounter any violations, remember, don't shout to stop, just fight to death!"

Gao Chong shouted and said, with a trace of fierceness in his tone, as if he had suffered a lot of losses in this regard.

He nodded to Huzi, and Gao Chong pulled Huzi to the stage together.

"For your kindness, today there is a friendship competition between Gao's Martial Arts Museum and Jeju Martial Arts Club. Although it's just a competition, if you show mercy, you will naturally not be satisfied, so now Gao Chong will talk about a few rules first!"

Listening to Gao Chong's words, the stage suddenly became quiet. After all, many people knew the Tao.

It is said that the friendship competition is actually the kicking hall. Of course, the people who kick the hall have the right to choose the time, but the location and rules need to be explained by the main battle party. This unwritten rule is like losing and getting out of here. I don't know how many years it has lasted.

"First, as long as you don't admit defeat, the battle will continue!" Gao Chong stretched out a finger and squinted his eyes and said.

"Second, the rules of the game are very simple. Don't use any weapons. As for the rest, there are none, so you two, no matter what method you use, you must give the audience a grand scene!" Gao Chong glanced at Hu Zi, and then smiled cheerfully at the audience.

"There are two rules in total. I won't say anything more. Now the game begins!" Gao Chong held a fist, and then stood directly in the center of the stage, ready to be a referee.

Looking at the ring, Pan Hongsheng looked at the South Korean player, and then an unconscious smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Gao Chong looks stupid and stunned, but in fact he is very calculating!

Taekwondo does not require much space, but the Sanda and martial arts practiced by the Gaoshi Martial Arts Museum have great requirements for space.

And this field is 13 meters long and wide, which means that the tiger has enough space to retreat and dodge, and once it rushes, it will directly knock over the opponent like a calf.

Of course, the premise is that the other party is suppressed by the tiger.

There will be a momentum when martial arts is practiced to a certain level. Even if it is a fancy style, some are restrained, some are flamboyant, and you can receive and send freely when you reach a certain level, but ordinary people can't do it. They can only rely on attacks again and again to accumulate their own momentum!

The South Korean team members also seemed to have found the mystery of this venue, but a trace of disdain appeared in their eyes. Looking at Hu Zi standing opposite him and making a start, he also bowed, and then gently jumped left and right, waiting for a high order.

"Start the game!" With a high roar, the South Korean team immediately moved, jumping like a rabbit and blinking and rushing to Huzi, while Huzi fell with his hands, his arms swang up, and his eyes looked at the Koreans rushing towards him like a bronze cow.

"You guys, no!" Seeing that Gao Chong had taken off the stage, the South Korean team members said to Huzi in poor Chinese, and then kicked Huzi's throat directly!

Lock the throat! This is obviously to put the other party to death!

Looking at this scene, the stage shouted loudly, but Gao Chong's face changed.

This group of children are just their own apprentices. Although they can beat and scold themselves in the martial arts school, they are still young masters of rich families, the second generation of rich officials and even the second generation of black!

Pan Hongsheng's face is not good. The other party is obviously accumulating strength and doesn't make any tests at all. That is to say, this Korean is sure to win and defeat Huzi.

Srushing his lips, Pan Hongsheng looked at Hu Zi and shouted loudly, and then his chest bulged, and his arms instantly hit the other party's feet!

"Cannon Fist!" As soon as his pupils shrank, Pan Hongsheng saw at a glance that Huzi used cannon fists. This boxing is not difficult, but what is needed is the momentum of giving up others, just like a cannonball, killing the enemy and destroying himself at the same time.

"Bang!" The fists and feet touched each other, and the two immediately retreated.

The Korean retreated nearly three meters, while the tiger only retreated about two meters.

"Good! Chinese kung fu!" The stage cheered and rejoiced, some shouted and some applauded, while many knowledgeable people frowned.

This confrontation seems to have the advantage of Gao's martial arts school, but in fact it is the opposite, because the Korean team members are on the ground with one foot, and the tiger is on the ground with two feet, that is to say, in the comparison of the strength of the two people, Huzi is actually worse than each other!

off the stage. Gao Chong and Pan Hongsheng looked at each other and saw a trace of shock in each other's eyes.