After rolling around the ground for a few rounds, the black bear's body slid to the edge of the ring, and the upper half of its body was suspended in the air.

Abu said: "He lost."

The referee did not blow the whistle.

Abu flashed to the black bear, stretched out his hand from the air, and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "I'll pull you up."

The black bear gritted his teeth and grabbed Abu's hand with his right hand.

The moment when both hands touch.

Abu exerted force on his arm and pushed it down. The black bear's body was directly pushed down by the huge thrust and hit the ground.

"He lost!"

Abu stood up and faced the audience, and a powerful voice sounded.

"good!"

There was a burst of cheers immediately from the audience.

"Grass!"

The black bear who fell under the stage got up from the ground. After being humiliated by Abu, he became angry and a run-up runner-up directly crossed the ring.

His body had just appeared in the ring.

Abu, who was originally standing, accelerated and ran over quickly to kick the black bear.

The black bear who had just stood firm before rushing to the stage had not yet reacted, and was kicked down again and fell to bite the dog.

"Hahaha..."

A burst of laughter suddenly rang out from the audience.

"I won."

Abu turned his head and looked at the referee and said coldly: "If you don't blow the whistle, why don't we two make two moves?"

"Chinese team, win!"

The referee saw Abu's skills, so he dared not to stumble with him again and immediately blew the whistle.

"Stop shit!"

Duan Shuiliu cursed in a displeasure and called the other person to the stage: "Let the black bear stop embarrassing, you go up and fuck him to death."

"yes."

The subordinates took the order, turned over to the stage, staring at Abu with a fierce look.

"He can't."

Abu stretched out his thumb toward the new opponent, and then flipped downward, full of provocation:

"You can't do it even more."

"Grass!"

The opponent cursed angrily, rushed up quickly, and attacked Abu's face.

Abu used Tai Chi starting style, facing the opponent's punch, and then pushed the person away with a backhand easily.

He stood firmly.

"What trick are you doing?!"

The opponent was pushed away with a move and frowned at Abu: "Why have you never seen him?"

"Tai Chi!"

Abu raised his eyebrows and sneered, "I don't think you look like a foreigner, why? Learn karate and forget all the tricks of our ancestors?"

"Fancy, useless!"

The opponent snorted coldly, and a run-up rushed up again and launched a fierce attack.

Abu was at ease and counterattacked with all his moves.

As the battle continued to escalate, the opponent's forehead gradually sweated.

Abu's Tai Chi is really weird. He looks at his soft tricks, but he can easily dispel his own attacks every time.

Every time I punch, I feel like I hit cotton, which is really affliction.

Offstage.

Azu looked at Abu on the stage, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, and turned his head to look at Zhong Wenze: "I didn't expect that he is still a trainee."

Paused.

He said sincerely: "This hand is made of Tai Chi and is perfect."

Although he didn't know how to do it, judging from Abu's performance on the spot, he knew that Abu had some achievements in the field of Tai Chi.

Not only does it give people a good visual sense, but it also has good lethality.

"I'll thank you for Abu."

Zhong Wenze grinned and said, "It is really difficult to be able to make the contestants praised by reporters Azu."

"Oh."

Upon hearing this, Azu snorted coldly and stopped looking at Zhong Wenze.

now.

He also had a new doubt in his heart: Abu is obviously good at his skills, and Zhong Wenze is just a small policeman, how can he be qualified to be his friend?

"Okay, it's time for you to play."

Zhong Wenze looked at the two people fighting on the stage and made a decision.

"Is that true?"

Azu raised his eyebrows and refused to agree.

He hasn't seen yet that Abu can defeat the enemy with one move.

Next second.

"Bang."

A crisp sound.

Abu slapped his opponent and punched him, then pushed forward with a position, and put his upper body forward with his shoulders.

The opponent was as if he was hit by a car, and his whole body flew backwards, fell to the ground and did not breathe, but failed to climb up.

Abu stopped and stood up, turned his head to look at the referee.

This time.

Without Abu's words, the referee immediately blew the whistle: "Chinese team, win!"

After seeing Abu's skills, the referee did not dare to do any disobedience or partiality, for fear that Abu would deal with him.

The front stands below the stage.

“Fuck!”

When the senior ghost manager saw the team that was killed and dismounted again, he cursed in a low voice, and spoke quickly to the assistant beside him.

The assistant quickly walked around the rest area next to him and frowned at Chuanshuiliu: "That's all you have?"

"What's the hurry?"

Chuanshuiliu pushed the big black-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and squinted his eyes and looked at Abu on the stage: "It's just a garbage, what's there to be afraid of?"

While talking.

He stood up from his seat, walked up to the ring with his muscles and bones moving, and looked at Abu in front of him with a smile:

"Young man, it's pretty good, I really let you install it."

"But, in my opinion, you're just rubbish."

"Rubbish?"

Abu also smiled: "You said I'm trash?"

"No, no, I'm not targeting you."

Duan Shuiliu shook his 55-point traitor head and laughed: "I mean, everyone here is rubbish."

His voice was loud.

As soon as this is said.

It immediately caused everyone in the audience to scold them.

"Oh."

Abu chuckled and turned around and stepped down, without any anger at the time of the Chuanshuiliu.
To be continued...