Chapter 270 It's time to end

   "Bang bang bang—"

  In Zhang Meng's ears, there was only the roaring sound of boxing from the young man. He took a deep breath and focused on avoiding every punch of Gong Jiuhan.

   Then make room for an attack.

  It's a pity that Gong Jiuan basically killed him halfway. After the whole set of moves, the only kick he landed on Gong Jiuan was narrowly dodged by that person.

   rustling—

  The air flow surged, and Zhang Meng received a heavy punch on his jaw, his body moved back uncontrollably, but Gong Jiuhan didn't give him a chance to back.

   Lifting his right leg and sweeping over, the movement of locking him was smooth and clean.

  The pupils dilated slightly, and in Zhang Meng's eyes, the boy's clenched fists were heading straight towards his face, gradually getting bigger.

   Just when he thought that this punch was inevitable, at a distance of about a hand thickness from his face, the swift punch stopped suddenly.

   Yes, stopped.

  The boy who hadn't sweated much after a round of beating, now began to sweat profusely on his forehead.

  Sudden tingling pain spread through the nerves of the brain, with an unstoppable posture.

  Gong Jiuan, who was half squatting, suddenly seemed to be drained of strength, and his body couldn't stop falling.

  Slightly lowering her eyes, the turbulent dryness in her chest rolled upwards, impacting her extremely stinging brain, making her in a trance.

  Looking at the situation on the ring, Jun Guluo's eyes suddenly sunk on the young man, and his brows frowned.

   "Something is not quite right."

   "It's not just wrong, the coach has decided on this point, why did he stop suddenly? This will cause problems!"

  Su Yu looked more excited, also frowning, and when he heard Jun Gu's voice, he took over the conversation with a complicated tone.

   "What's going on? The coach shouldn't make such a mistake."

  Wen Yao also frowned, thinking.

This is?

  Being suppressed, Zhang Meng had a flash of doubt in his mind, but quickly turned passive into active. Taking advantage of this gap, his body reacted one step faster than his brain and locked Gong Jiu silently with his backhand.

   During the game, you cannot be distracted, and you are not allowed to think too much.

  Hesitating at this time may result in defeat. He doesn't want that kind of result, and he can't want it.

  Thus, the tight fists carried air currents, and they kept attacking Gong Jiu secretly.

  The hands in his pockets were clenched tightly, Jun Gu stared deeply at the situation on the stage with his eyes under the frame of the mirror, and when he saw it, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to rest on the edge of the ring.

  There is something really wrong with the little guy.

  The brain of Gong Jiu who was locked up was buzzing, and the sharp sound stimulated her eardrums, and the appearance of the person in front of her was also in a trance.

  Gritting her teeth, her face turned pale, and her already light lips became more and more dull at this moment.

  The unexpected reversal surprised many people—how could the situation, which was so good just now, suddenly be turned against the wind?

  There was a lot of discussion in the audience.

   "Then why did the steady points stop?"

   "Ay Ma is really anxious to watch!"

   "This time Zhang Meng is locked up, and I don't know if the situation will be reversed."

   "I see Xuan, look at the score, Zhang Meng is already 2 points from the mere 2 points just now, and he already has the posture to overtake the palace."

   "This situation is not right, Gong Jiuhan's state just now is obviously wrong, and his movements are much slower than before..."

  In the auditorium, Lin Yao looked at the situation on the stage, and frowned, "Why was Nine Silence suddenly held back?"

  Song Zixi, who was sitting idle before, also straightened his body, staring at the field.

  He tilted his head slightly, but did not move his gaze away, as if comforting: "Don't worry, you still don't know Jiu'an's skills? How could he be taken down so easily?"

  Although he said so, his expression was still a little nervous.

   Facing Zhang Meng's sudden surge of momentum, Gong Jiuhan had no choice but to cross his hands in front of him, and kept blocking the opponent's attack.

  The severe pain that hit her one after another almost exploded her brain, and the originally light-colored deep red in her deep eyes became more intense, as if full of blood.

  Her consciousness has begun to blur.

   Even the person in front of him also cast a double image.

  Gong Jiu's lips and teeth overlapped, and the strong rust smell spread in her mouth, which made her drowsy mind wake up a bit.

  Just when the referee was about to pause Zhang Meng, who had been suppressing Gong Jiu's blow, for a moment, the disadvantaged young man suddenly broke the situation.

   Dodging the punch, Gong Jiuhan reacted quickly, raising his arms and sweeping across the very short gap before Zhang Meng's punch was fully released, intercepting his attack halfway.

  Her movements were so fast that people couldn't react at all, and there was only a fleeting afterimage left in the air.

   Before the crowd had time to exclaim, the figures on the field moved again.

   Zhang Meng was intercepted and attacked twice in succession, his brows furrowed, and he was about to change his way, when Gong Jiuhan punched him on the jaw.

  Deadlock Gong Jiuhan's movements became more relaxed, she quickly pulled out, controlled her lower body, grabbed Zhang Meng who hadn't had time to react, and pressed heavily on the table with one hand.

  Withdrawing his legs, he accumulated strength between his legs, and kicked hard and fast on the opponent's chest.

   At the same time, release Zhang Meng's hand, retract his legs to stabilize his body.

   The movement of turning over is not sloppy at all, clean and neat, like lightning, and like an afterimage.

   "Shredded Coconut - Beautifully done!"

  The ET players here are slightly relieved.

  It is good to break the situation.

   "Sure enough, it's the coach. How could such a small party really lock her up?"

   "No, this is only the second round. I think the coach is not in the right state. What should I do next?"

   "Oh, you have to trust the coach. We have suffered a lot under her hands. How can the level of the opposite side be enough?"

   "That's a good thing to say..."

  Although they knew that Gong Jiuhan was strong, they still couldn't stop worrying.

  That mentality is like an old mother sending her child to the field for the first time.

   Slowly inserting his hand back, only the figure of the boy remained in the night-like eyes under the frame.

   pursed his lips slightly.

   Judging from the current state, she may not be able to continue to make long-term plans.

  The only way to avoid risk is to end the game early.

Everyone's eyes were wide open, the pupils reflected the lightning-like movements of the young man, and they couldn't help but take a breath—a person who was locked up and basically incapable of fighting back, managed to succeed in just a few breaths and was about to be beaten in a passive state change? !

  The speed is so fast that the naked eye can't easily catch it!

   Reverse and reverse.

   This wave is really a ups and downs!

  In the crowd, Lin Yao watched the scene seriously, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

   Song Zixi, who was still a little worried at first, rubbed his eyes in disbelief, then smiled at the corner of his mouth, and blurted out excitedly: "Nine silent cow beep—!"

  Lin Yao, who originally wanted him to restrain himself, looked at the more excited people in the rows behind, and swallowed back the words silently.

  Placing her hands on the platform to catch her falling body, she squatted, the sweat dripping from her forehead hit the ring, and her downcast eyes lost some focus.

   Taking a heavy and heavy breath, Gong Jiu shook his head dumbly.

  Raising her eyes, the figure of the astonished man kept shaking in her eyes. She was concentrating, and the tingling of the tip of her tongue was mixed with the smell of blood.

   Opposite was a rookie, and it could be seen from the performance in the ring that she wanted to walk with him at first, and was not in a hurry to win.

  She is not a novice in this ring. For people like Zhang Meng, this will be the starting point of their life. She can't set the starting point too low, it will have a great impact on the players.

   But alas.

  Her state at the moment can only be resolved quickly.

  Because her mental state can no longer support such a long fight.

  Zhang Meng suppressed the shock in his heart, adjusted his breathing, and raised his hand to rub his chest in pain.

  He raised his eyes and stared at the opposite Gong Jiuhan without blinking, his five fingers opened and then suddenly retracted into a fist, his whole body was tense.

  This person's strength is too terrifying, he can obviously feel that Gong Jiuhan was a little distracted just now, but even so, he can't really suppress her.

   Unexpectedly, he met the man's eyes, the scarlet was intense, and the hostility and coldness were undisguised.

  He couldn't help but secretly gasp.

  Alarm bells were ringing in my heart.

   Sure enough, in the line of sight, the young man's lips hooked lightly, engulfed in endless wildness and arrogance, that face became more and more wanton, and her lips closed together, as if silently saying:

   "It's time to end—"

   The end-of-term homework is really too difficult, and the task is heavy, so the update will be unstable these days, but I will try my best to update it every day

  

  

  (end of this chapter)