I will practice more in the United States

Chapter 111 It’s still too harsh

Li Ang's opponent in the first round seemed a bit unremarkable.

The reason why he is described like this does not mean that he is the same as ordinary passers-by.

It's because most of the contestants present came in after passing the audition, and their bodies are either fat and muscular, or they are fitness instructor types.

In the same weight class, although Li Ang's opponent is only about ten kilograms heavier than him, Li Ang's muscle density is higher, so the person opposite seems to have at least twenty kilograms more muscle mass than Li Ang. .

Everyone is also looking forward to what kind of performance Li Ang will perform when he appears, whether he will counterattack his opponent with a small weight, or whether he will exit in despair in the first round.

The number of people in the live broadcast room of Li Ang's game slowly increased from a few hundred to nearly a thousand.

The referee tossed the coin into the air. Li Ang was lucky. He took the first shot this round.

Of course, some people think that those who strike last have a certain advantage in terms of momentum.

Because after being beaten first, the effects of anger and hormones will make him strike harder.

However, in everyone's opinion, for players like Li Ang who have high attack and weak defense, it is naturally best to go first.

"Get ready, start!"

The countdown on the stage begins, with a total of thirty seconds. The attacking party can choose the time to attack as long as it does not time out.

Under normal circumstances, the attacking party will choose to delay for a while and use psychological tactics.

Every minute and every second waiting for the attack to arrive is a kind of torture.

The attacking party is also slowly building up its own momentum to make the attack as powerful as possible.

The player standing opposite Li Ang at this time had quite a lot of experience in participating in the competition, so he chose to use some trash talk to interfere with Li Ang. It was best to anger him and make him take action hastily.

Although Li Ang's physique didn't seem to pose much of a threat to him, who wouldn't be happy if he could get a lighter slap?
"Young boy, let me see what your slaps are like"

"Snapped!"

"boom!"

The first sound was the sound of a slap hitting the face, and the latter sound was the sound of a body hitting the floor.

The countdown had just begun, and he was already lying on the ground before he even finished talking trash.

Before that, the last thought in his mind was: "This young man looks like a novice at first glance. He doesn't even have to accumulate energy. How much can he do?"

"Winner, Li Ang!"

The referee raised Li Ang's powdered hand high and announced the result of this round.

This KO speed is relatively rare since he has been a referee for such a long time.

Li Ang frowned, still thinking about the slap just now.

Because it was his first time to slap someone, Li Ang only used about 50% of his strength, just because he was afraid of causing problems.

Originally, he planned to slowly increase the intensity based on the effect of his fanning, but he was knocked down in one fell swoop. It seems that he will have to use less intensity next time.

Although the rules before the game stated that you are not responsible for slapping someone to death, after all, everyone is just here to participate in the game, and there is no need to be so bloody.

But what he didn't expect was that it might be a bit heavy this time.

The scene erupted into violent cheers, and even Katina's lens filming Leon was shaking a bit.

The number of people in the live broadcast room soon exceeded 1,000, and was heading towards 2,000.

"I admit that my previous understanding was a bit one-sided. Chuanwu can still be played, at least the Chuanwu that Li Ang learned."

"Oh my god, if it were me, I might not be able to wake up." Someone even gave some gifts here and there.

Foreign live broadcast platforms generally do not rely on rewards as their main means of profit, but rely more on advertising, sponsorship or ticket fees. Therefore, this gift is even more rare and valuable.

However, none of these gifts could shake the number one spot in the live broadcast room, a user named [Hua Yingxiong].

Just now, he actually sent more than a dozen gifts worth 99 US dollars in a row, and he didn't know where the rich fans came from.

As soon as Li Ang went to rest, the Hunyuan Martial Arts Hall exploded.

"Coach, is it too late for me to switch to Tongbei Quan?"

"God, is Coach Li so powerful?"

"Why do I feel that he has become stronger than before?"

The third sentence was said by the coach of the martial arts school. Although he did not teach Tongbei Quan, he had sparred with Li Ang before. Just this time, he brought himself in and he would never be able to resist it.

Even if he didn't fight with his face and used his arms, he felt choked.

As everyone knows, Wu Song, who has been silent all this time, is the most uneasy in his heart.

From the last "Titan Game", he already understood that Li Ang's talent was far above him, and his level of Tongbei Quan was probably a level higher than his.

The strength exerted by various arms and legs is smooth and flowing, even above the realm of his master.

However, just after seeing Li Ang's palm, he discovered to his horror that he seemed to be unable to understand Li Ang's state.

He knew that Li Ang's power was very good, but he couldn't tell what was good about it.

At this time, Hua Tianming in the office was excitedly looking at the picture on his phone and speechless.

Originally, before Li Ang took action, he planned to give Li Ang a gift to cheer him up.

But when he really saw what was contained in Li Ang's slap, his whole body was shaking with excitement.

So much so that I originally only planned to give one gift, but with a shake of my hand, I sent out more than a dozen, and all the accounts that were given to him were cleared.

This suddenly caused his heartbeat rate, which was already at a high level, to reach another peak.

In fact, for people like him who practice martial arts all year round, their bodies in old age are not as good as most people imagine, unless they specialize in health-preserving skills.

In particular, he once opened up land in the United States to gain territory for his own martial arts school. He had countless fights when he was young. He suffered a lot of hidden injuries on his body and his heart was not in good condition.

"Medicine. Medicine."

"You want? What do you want?"

Yan Tianqi came over and took a look at Mr. Hua's mobile phone screen with concern, only to realize that the money on his account had been used up.

"I'm not talking about you, Master. At your age, you still have to be restrained when watching live broadcasts to buy gifts."

But that being said, he actually recharged the money in Hua Tianming's account.

The elderly cannot be deprived of all their hobbies.

"Okay, okay, stop shaking, I'll charge it for you."

"You are so tall as your mother!"

Hua Tianming finally recovered and took out his usual medicine from the drawer in front of him.

He looked at Yan Tianqi. He originally wanted to persuade him to work harder on his own kung fu, but then he thought about it, and it seemed that it was not necessary, but when he came to his mouth, the words turned into: "Forget it, go play, have more." Take a look at your management book and recruit a few more students."

(End of this chapter)