Meow Ba

Chapter 65 Cage Fights and Sandbags

"Artest, come on! Artest, come on!"

"Fisher come on! KO him!"

Fisher is two meters tall and weighs more than 120 kilograms. Artest is not much shorter. After Arlo announced the start of the game, two strong bodies, one black and one white, bounced and collided in the octagonal cage.

MMA is mixed martial arts. Except for the foul moves limited by the rules, you can use any part of your body to attack the opponent. Moreover, it is really rare to meet a former professional player. Therefore, the young man named Artest is a strong attacker when he comes on stage.

In just a few tens of seconds, the sweat of the two people in the octagonal cage burst out everywhere, and even splashed onto the faces and eyes of the onlookers outside the cage - but the onlookers, including Lorraine, didn't care, the passion in their hearts had been suppressed. The savage and primitive physical fight was fully aroused, shouting, Lorraine wished that he would be the one fighting Fisher on the stage.

In the corner, Ron looked at the pile of exercise equipment in the corner and hesitated for a while, then turned his head to look at the octagonal cage in the center of the venue for a while, making sure that no one noticed him, and then approached carefully, poking out his claws to fiddle with it.

Stacked in the corner is a pile of wrist sandbags, sewn with devil glue, just need to wrap a circle around the wrist or ankle, glue the devil together, and the sandbag can be fixed on the limbs, even if it is not a super intense exercise drop.

This pile of wrist sandbags has obviously been piled up for more than a year or two, and the dust on it is so thick that it can be filled with water and pancakes——Ron turned his head again to confirm that no one was looking at him, and then dusted it off with his claws For the dust on it, take out a wrist sandbag and put it on the fur claws.

The circle formed by the sandbags around his wrist was a bit big, and when Ron lifted his paw, the fur claws came out of the sandbag—he was a cat after all, and although his chubby body contained the strength of an adult, no matter his size or limbs Much slender than a human being, not even an adult female.

However, there were many more sandbags piled up in the corner, and they were of different sizes, so Ron got busy waving his claws.

The dust accumulated over the years flew up and turned into a cloud covering Ron's whole body, slowly adhering to Ron's orange hair, making Ron change from a fat orange cat to a fat gray cat very quickly.

But Ron didn't care - it's a big deal to go back and take a shower if it's dirty, but finding a suitable sandbag can help Ron improve the strength and endurance of his limbs, which is a top priority!

"..."

this is not OK!

This still doesn't work!

The sandbags in the corners continued to decrease under Ron's fiddling, and finally there were only four small sandbags that seemed to be used by babies—and the fixings of these sandbags were not devil sticks, but older metal buckle models.

Ron went to fiddle with it carefully, but was surprised to find that the force that could shake other sandbags could only make these four small sandbags shake slightly, which made Ron excited.

He cautiously increased his strength until nearly twice as strong, and then flicked one of the small sandbags in front of him—obviously, the small sandbags were not filled with ordinary sand, but iron sand, or other metal sand .

This is it!

Buckling this small sandbag on his front paws, Ron immediately felt the pressure from the front paws, and curled the corners of his mouth in satisfaction. Ron also buckled the remaining three small sandbags on his limbs, slowly Slowly start walking along the corner of the venue.

He had already made up his mind to let Lorraine take all the four small sandbags away later, and he could buy them if he couldn't.

…………

MMA cage fighting competitions have a time limit. For non-championship matches, each match consists of two rounds. The first round is 10 minutes long, the second round is 5 minutes long, and there is a 2-minute break between rounds.

In the championship game, each game consists of three rounds, the first round is 10 minutes, the second round is 5 minutes, the third round is 5 minutes, and the interval between rounds is 2 minutes for the first time and 1 minute for the second time.

The game being played in the [Bonebreaker] training camp at this moment is not a regular game, and it is naturally played according to the time limit of a non-championship game-Fischer also let the white youth Artest who was fighting against him and the onlookers who are interested in MMA trainers feel There is a huge gap in strength between them.

It was just the training battle, Fisher did not OK Artest, but even Fisher's friend Arlo couldn't stand the more than a dozen TKOs in the audience-when the final training battle was over, Arlo announced that Fisher had won , Artest's head was covered with bags, and even his mouthguard was knocked off.

On the other hand, Fisher, in addition to sweating profusely, only had a slight redness in his chest—in order to evaluate Artest's combat effectiveness, Fisher received a heavy punch from his opponent with his chest at the beginning.

"It's gone! It's gone!"

"You know the gap between professional players and you half-baked rookies!"

"Practice well, this guy will come every week from now on!"

At the end of the game, Arlo blasted away the onlookers, drove them back to his training position, and continued to guide.

And Fisher hooked his fingers at Lorraine in the octagonal cage.

"Hey buddy, come in and play?"

"Oh man!"

"You are so powerful, how can I be an opponent?"

At the end of the game, Lorraine's aroused hormones also subsided.Lorraine smiled and waved.

"Hey Lorraine!"

"You'd better come up, it doesn't matter, I can teach you."

"Our future career will be the police. In addition to shooting, unarmed combat is also very important."

"I don't think you can't beat a criminal."

Fisher is reciprocating. During the shooting training, Lorraine selflessly told Fisher his insights and the teachings of instructor Dirk, which greatly improved Fisher's shooting performance. Fisher has always considered How thank you Lorraine.

It wasn't until he saw the curriculum schedule for the second half of the new police officer's training that he decided to teach Lorraine mixed martial arts. Less than good effect.

"Okay, but don't hit too hard."

After blinking his eyes a few times, Lorraine also felt that what Fisher said was reasonable, so he took the gloves and helmet that Arlo handed over with a smile and got into the octagonal cage.

So, in the next hour, Lorraine's howling resounded throughout the stadium, not only made all the trainers who were sweating in the stadium look sideways, but even Ron, who was walking along the corner to adapt to the weight on his limbs, shook him contemptuously. The tail depresses the ears.

"Hey, Tangerine!"

"It's time to go back!"

It wasn't until the scheduled return time for the two arrived that Lorraine dragged his sweaty but unusually comfortable body and Fisher out of the octagonal cage. He called Ron loudly and prepared to return to the Orange County Police Headquarters.

But Ron, who was coming from the corner, and the pile of things he pushed with his front paws, made Lorraine smile awkwardly at Arlo.

　Thanks to the book friend tail number [-] for the reward!Thanks!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)