my charming lady boss

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The arms of the two seemed to be glued together, and they were completely inseparable between pushing.

The so-called layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

When Yan Jiadong fought Gong Zhiyang like this, both of them were extremely dangerous, whoever missed a move and made a wrong move would suffer a heavy blow from the other party.

Chapter 1122

On the field, the battle between the two became fierce.

Yan Jiadong's breath was very stable, but Gong Zhiyang's breath gradually became a little chaotic.

After fighting for such a long time, Gong Zhiyang consumed a lot of internal strength, and gradually became insufficient to support him.

Seeing Yan Jiadong still looking so calm, Gong Zhiyang felt a little anxious.

If he continues to fight like this, he will definitely lose first.

A protracted war is not good for you, so you can only win by risk.

Yan Jiadong originally wanted to spend time with Gong Zhiyang like this, but it would be better to admit defeat if Gong Zhiyang was exhausted.

But Gong Zhiyang suddenly changed his trick and used the flower hidden at the bottom of the leaf in 64's hand.

He will take this move to press Yan Jiadong to the ground, and finally he will use a cross commonly used in wrestling to lock Yan Jiadong to win.

But when Gong Zhiyang just changed his tactics, Yan Jiadong responded.

As soon as he raised his elbow, Yan Jiadong blocked Gong Zhiyang's pressing hand.

Pulling Gong Zhiyang's spinning energy before it came out, he leaned close to his body, stretched his arms, not only avoided Gong Zhiyang's moves, but also bumped into Gong Zhiyang's blow.

Gong Zhiyang didn't give himself a chance to catch his breath at all, and he wouldn't let Yan Jiadong accept his move.

Holding on to the shock of the fist just now, he punched Yan Jiadong's abdomen forcibly, and then stuck his hands along his body several times.

The original hidden flowers at the bottom of the leaves became the hanging seal of the old ape.

I saw Gong Zhiyang put his hands together and grabbed Yan Jiadong's chin.

If Yan Jiadong was hit on the chin by the impact of these palms, even if he didn't lose, he would fall into a moment of dullness. At this time, Gong Zhiyang would need to make up another set of punches, and the victory would basically be secured.

How could Yan Jiadong make Gong Zhiyang happy?

After taking a hard punch from Gong Zhiyang, he assumed a posture as if an elementary school student was listening to the teacher's order to sit upright.

He clasped his hands together and pressed down swiftly.

As soon as Gong Zhiyang's fingertips touched Yan Jiadong's chin, he was pressed down severely by his arms.

Gong Zhiyang clenched his teeth and completed the move of Old Ape Hanging Seal.

But under Yan Jiadong's strong suppression, his hands could no longer move forward.

Because of the wrestling, the arms of both of them trembled a little.

Gong Zhiyang's forehead veins bulged even more.

Suddenly Yan Jiadong breathed a sigh of relief, his pressed arms and elbows didn't know how to press Gong Zhiyang's hands, his arms spread out and turned into palms, his thumbs, index fingers, and middle fingers of both hands suddenly pinched the upper muscles of Gong Zhiyang's arms drop down.

Gong Zhiyang felt the pain, and immediately let go of the strength in his hand.

Yan Jiadong directly pulled Gong Zhiyang's wrist with his disjointed hands, and pushed Gong Zhiyang out again with both hands.

Gong Zhiyang took a few steps back to stabilize his figure.

His arms were numb, and he couldn't use any strength for a while.

Suddenly Gong Zhiyang smiled wryly, he knew that Yan Jiadong had kept his hands, otherwise the blow just now was enough to dislocate his hands.

Sighing, Gong Zhiyang said helplessly, "I lost!"

Yan Jiadong originally thought that Gong Zhiyang would fight again, but he was stunned when he heard this sentence.

After Zheng Ran came to his senses, he also asked Gong Zhiyang: "Are you admitting defeat?"

Gong Zhiyang nodded and said, "Yes, I admit defeat!"

After being confirmed, Zheng Ran walked up to Yan Jiadong and raised his hand and said, "Gong Zhiyang surrenders, the winner is Ye Xuan!"

There was a burst of cheers on the field.

Now that he had conceded defeat, Gong Zhiyang also let go. He walked up to Yan Jiadong, punched him lightly and asked, "You freak, how did you practice? I always thought I would surpass you, but I didn't expect you to go away." In front of me!"

Yan Jiadong said modestly: "No, maybe I just endured more hardships, did more physical work, and have better endurance than you. Otherwise, we will be deadlocked, and it is not certain who will win."

Of course Gong Zhiyang knew that Yan Jiadong was trying to comfort him, so he simply took Yan Jiadong's arm and said, "How about it? Go drink or continue watching the game?"

Yan Jiadong thought for a while and said: "Go and drink, we can watch the game in the bar, but I have to be present to watch Shen Xi's game, otherwise this girl will hate me if she knows I didn't go!"

Gong Zhiyang laughed and said: "Haha, you are also a strict wife?"

Yan Jiadong said contemptuously: "You have the nerve to talk about me, as if you are not a strict wife? I used to help you break things and lose money outside!"

Gong Zhiyang smiled embarrassingly and said, "Don't talk about these things and go drink!"

Amid the cheers of the audience, the two walked off the stage with their arms around each other's shoulders.

There were two games in the morning. In order to give the audience time to digest and because there was not much time left, the third game was not played.

With this schedule, the eight games should be played within two days.

There is no competition in the middle, Yan Jiadong and Gong Zhiyang can also sit and drink together very well.

But Shen Xi didn't seem to give these two men space, and used this rest time to insist on drinking with the two guys.

Seeing Shen Xi drinking a glass of wine boldly, Yan Jiadong warned: "Xiaoxi, drink less, you have a game in the afternoon? Getting drunk will affect your performance."

Shen Xi smiled and said: "What are you afraid of? If I'm drunk, I'll play Drunken Fist. It just so happens that I have also studied this way of chasing the whole, but my master said that I just have a false appearance. I was thinking about getting drunk. Does boxing have to be really drunk to have a good mood?"

Yan Jiadong frowned and said: "Nonsense, the artistic conception of drunken boxing is not to be drunk, but to be able to win without moves. The ancients did not punch according to the routine because they were drunk, and they thought of what to fight, which made it difficult for the opponent to deal with."

Shen Xi suddenly realized: "So that's how it is. When I said that my master compared me, I always felt awkward."

Gong Zhiyang said with a smile: "Brother Yan's attainment in martial arts has far surpassed ours, but I would venture to ask, brother Yan, what level are you now?"

After thinking for a while, Yan Jiadong said: "I haven't tested it, but I think it should not be far from the fourth level, right? When I went to the test, the staff there told me that when our punching strength increased significantly, When I stepped into the fourth level, I vaguely felt that my current maximum strength has far surpassed before, and I don’t know if I have reached the fourth level.”

Gong Zhiyang was stunned for a moment and then asked: "Did you not use your full strength when you competed with me?"