Chapter 1702: Masked Master

Xiao Peng is actually generally interested in this wrestling. He prefers real combat. These things performed according to the plot are indeed not his food. But since he's here, he will take a look. He also wants to see what magic power is here that can attract Shi Ming to come.
After the pair of warm-up players finished the match, the scene suddenly began to lively! All the audience cheered there as if they were beaten up.
"Who's here?" Xiao Peng asked puzzledly.
Seeing the curtain opened, a person walked out from inside, Xiao Peng and others saw the collective speechless: Isn't this Shi Ming? Is this cheering for him?
It turns out that they were wrong, and the scene was really not cheers, but boos.
Xiao Peng asked Huang Bin, "What did Shi Ming do? Why are so many people booing him?"
Huang Bin smiled and said: "In fact, this is the way it is. Once Shi Ming came here to watch the game, but a contestant yelled at him, "Do you understand the Japanese?"
"Then what?" Xiao Peng asked curiously.
"Then Shi Ming beat him up, and a group of people came, and then all of them would be beaten." Huang Bin said of course: "At the time I thought this matter was not easy to solve, but it turned out The audience was excited one by one, thinking it was a new villain on the scheduled show! One by one was filled with righteous indignation. They paid more attention to the game. So the competition team found Shi Ming and asked him to participate. , This can both beat people and make money. Can Shi Ming not be happy? So he came. He has been here for a long time, and it is full every day. I heard that people from nearby cities came here to see him. I want to see who will do him."
"Just these things about them? That's really too much." Yang Meng said with disdain after hearing this.
Huang Bin nodded: "Who said no!"
Xiao Peng asked curiously: "No, you said he was also a warm-up match? Who was the finale?"
Huang Bin smiled and said, "Don't you know after a while?"
Xiao Peng gave him a white look: "It's also a special mother to play mystery with me."
At this time, Shi Ming had already entered the ring, and suddenly there was a huge sound of music on the scene, and the audience began to cheer--this time it was not a boo.
Xiao Peng was also curious. He stretched his head to look at the entrance, only to see a group of people walking out, and the people following were wearing this cloak and mask. It seems that he is today's opponent.
Yang Meng was taken aback: "Mexican wrestler? Isn't this a food delivery?"
Xiao Peng was also puzzled: "I'm going, what does this Japanese think? Find a wrestler to fight with Shi Ming? Isn't that a food delivery?"
Huang Bin explained: "These Japanese people are also hard-hearted. They don't say anything about the wrestling stage. The wrestler will be resolved by the wrestling stage. Jing sent some wrestlers who are not four or six, the one who came last time is more interesting. With a'cockscomb' head, and after coming up, he performed a RAP first-after the start, have you seen a wrestler who ran around Shi Ming and sang RAP while running?"
Xiao Peng laughed. After all, this wrestling is a performance event, and all kinds of weird and weird works can be seen. But sending such a player to fight Shi Ming, is this an insult?
Huang Bin looked at the wrestler on the ring and sighed: "This time this is okay, at least the body is big enough, unlike the previous ones, who are skinny like little chickens."
Xiao Peng also found out that this wrestler is not short
, A head taller than Shi Ming.
The host murmured nonsense on the top, introducing the two contestants. Despite the passion he introduced, Xiao Peng almost fell asleep. Isn't this a unilateral bullying?
As the bell rang, the game finally began. After all, Shi Ming was a soldier, he was still very cautious, and he circled each other with that Japanese player in the ring, looking for a mobile phone club.
"Huh? This ring is not right?" Xiao Peng discovered the problem, that is, the floor of the ring where Shi Ming and his team competed is not reliable, a bit like a box spring.
Huang Bin explained:
This is a wrestling arena. If you fall, the opponent will make a loud noise, which will be more shocking and attract the audience. Moreover, with flexibility, the possibility of natural injuries is reduced. "
Yang Meng said on the side: "That's right, this kind of ring can amplify and reduce shocks. Don't look at the movement when wrestling every time you fall, but those wrestlers are all rough. It's thick, it's okay to fall dozens of times in such a ring."
Huang Bin smiled and said: "Brother Mengzi, why do you think anyone can be a wrestler? That all requires special training. How to get beaten in it will take a long time to practice. Otherwise, the opponent will come over with a'guillotine', here There is no expression on the person's face? Then who will watch him play? Including how to cooperate when others use nirvana skills, they have to undergo special training."
Yang Meng laughed: "It is said that the Japanese people are rigorous, but in fact, the Japanese people are doing the best in the matter of'playing falsification'!"
Xiao Peng laughed after hearing this: "Just like the manufacturing industry in the country of Japan?"
Everyone laughed knowingly after listening.
When it comes to manufacturing in the world, the two most famous ones, one is ‘Made in Germany’ and the other is ‘Made in Japan’. For a long period of time, these have existed like myths.
However, in recent years, there have been frequent scandals in the Japanese manufacturing industry, and people have only discovered: Oh, the ‘Made in Japanese’ that people have been vigorously admired, in fact, many of them are fraudulent:
Established company Kobe Steel has falsely reported product technical data for many years, and the products involved have spread to more than 500 companies around the world; Mitsubishi Motors’ fuel consumption fraud; Mitsubishi Heavy Industries’ container ships are designed to be defective in quality, and once they go to sea, they become two pieces; Toshiba falsely reported profits; Takata's airbags were not safe; Nissan used unqualified personnel as quality inspectors. . . . . . And these things have lasted for several years or even ten years!
The proper ones are professional households who falsify!
When Xiao Peng and the others felt boring there, the wrestlers on the ring suddenly started to move, but Xiao Peng and the others were taken aback by this. Everyone thought that the wrestler should attack close, but the wrestlers did not expect that wrestler. The masked player turned out to be a stumbling sweep, with a very fast kick. You can feel very powerful when you look at it from the side.
Shi Ming on the ring also didn't react a bit, raising his hand to prevent the sweep.
I have to say that the angle of this kick is very tricky, and this position makes it very difficult for the opponent: if you raise your leg to defend, the speed will be slow; if you use your hand to defend, it will easily cause hand injury; and if you don’t defend, let your opponent kick If you are in the middle, then just raise the white flag. The injury caused by being kicked under the middle ribs is fatal.
In professional fighting competitions, the most common way to get out of the leg is sweeping and low sweeping, while high kicks are rarely seen.
Because of this.
Of course, such a kick requires a long period of training, otherwise you can't kick such a speed and strength. That is, Shi Ming's physical fitness is good, otherwise the result of "half a beat slow" would be extremely terrifying.
"Thai Boxing?" Xiao Peng was a little skeptical when he saw this leg.
Yang Meng smiled and said, "Come on, you can see his genre with just one kick! You are just a kick. If I kicked this kick, Shi Ming would have flown out early. Right. Can you still say I am Muay Thai?"
Xiao Peng shook his head: "It's different. The way of kicking out of fighting skills like Sanda is in two steps: first raise the knee, then kick out the leg; but Muay Thai is different, he swept his leg straight out. It’s like a stick, it’s quicker and stronger. But this way of going out can only be mastered after long-term training."
As a result, just after he said this sentence, there was another change in the ring. After seeing Shi Ming blocking his leg, the masked Japanese athlete kicked his feet directly and rushed towards Shi Ming, facing his heart. Punch.
This punch is very distinctive: when it first strikes, it looks like Wing Chun’s probing hand, but in the process of punching, the little finger is bent first, then the four-pointer palm is bent and clasped tightly, and the thumb is bent close to the second joint of the ring finger and middle finger. And clenched his fists as much as possible, with the back of the hand on the top and the palm on the bottom, making a straight line of punches with vigor and force.
Shi Ming was caught off guard by this punch, his arms crossed his chest, blocking the punch. However, this force was really not light. Although Shi Ming blocked the punch, he appeared slightly embarrassed.
The audience at the scene cheered like crazy when they saw this scene. It was no longer the lifeless look that was just now. A person sitting next to Yang Meng stood up and shouted: "Go! Kill him!"
Yang Meng turned his head and glanced, and took his chair away calmly.
"What is Shi Ming doing?" he muttered.
But at this time, the masked man on the ring continued to punch Shi Ming. This time he punched even harder: not with his fist and face, but with the joints of his fingers! And when punching, swing the wrist to the inside to strengthen the lethality! At the same time, when you want to hit Zhong Shi Ming, turn your wrist, so that the fist can produce a greater impact.
This continuous punching hit Shi Ming by surprise, backing back again and again!
Seeing this scene, Huang Bin was a little dumbfounded: "Isn't this a Mexican wrestler? This way of kicking out a leg and punching... is really ruthless!"
Yang Meng said after listening, "Okay, that is, Shi Ming is too weak, you let me go up and try? Why don't you get down that guy for three seconds, I will follow your last name Huang Meng!"
Wang Hu on one side shook his head and said, "They only wear this mask. Whoever prescribes that the mask of a Mexican wrestler must belong to a wrestler? Can I buy a mask now, can't I wear it? Saying Shi Ming can't Weak, we are at the same level! We can only say that the opponent is quite strong. But don't worry, Shi Ming can't lose to him. Right, boss?"
And Xiao Peng has been thinking about it since he saw that guy throw a punch. After hearing Wang Hu's words, he came back to his senses. He only slapped his hands: "I see!"
"Do you know what?" Everyone looked at Xiao Peng.
Xiao Peng pointed to the ring: "That's karate! I don't know if it is Songtaoguan Liu or Jizhen Liu!"