When fighting with experts, the winner is only a slight margin, especially modern fighting techniques that pay great attention to actual combat. As long as the two sides in the battle take action, the winner is often decided within a few seconds.

However, Zhao Changqi had to stand on two tea bowls and accept the storm-like attack of Swiss franc Bonama for two minutes. The worst thing is that the tea bowl is thick and thin at the bottom, and ordinary people just feel unstable when they stand on it.

Therefore, Zhao Changqi's decision surprised everyone.

Ruilang originally thought he was crazy enough, but now he realized that his arrogance was simply not worth mentioning in front of Zhao Changqi. The guy had a fever on his face and anger arose in his heart. He felt that he was insulted to some extent. Zhao Changqi did not take him seriously at all.

"Hmph, Zhao Changqiu, I didn't expect you to be so cunning. I advise you to come down honestly and compete with me." Swiss frank suddenly sneered.

"Haha, why am I cunning? Mr. Swiss Fang." Zhao Changqi said with a smile. Others also looked at Swiss Fang with surprise.

"Hmph, you must have decided that you are not my opponent, so you deliberately increase the difficulty for yourself. So when you lose, you can find an excuse for your failure." Swiss frowned and said.

Zhao Changgui couldn't help laughing. He didn't expect that his behavior would be interpreted like this by Swiss franc. It's a blessing that this guy could think of it.

"Okay, Mr. Swiss Franc, if you want to compete, hurry up. If you don't want to compete, let's continue to drink and don't disturb everyone's fun. This way, I'll call you three. If you don't attack me, you will automatically admit defeat."

After saying a word, Zhao Changli immediately started counting: "One"

Zhao Changgu said "One" as the word "Zhuangfang" was released, and Swiss franc immediately said, "Okay, I agree. But I have to remind you that the rules of the competition are made by you yourself. If you lose later, don't regret it."

"Stop being stubborn, start. Brother Feiyu, come and be the referee for us." Zhao Changgui said.

Wu Feiyu took out his phone with interest and adjusted it to the stopwatch state. While pressing the start button, he whispered: "Prepare, start."

As soon as Wu Feiyu's command fell, Ruilang quickly smashed Zhao Changqi's face with a tentative left straight punch. Zhao Changqi's body did not move, but just gently tilted his head to the side, and Ruilang's left straight punch went empty.

Swiss fran's face did not change his expression, and he did not intend to make the first move. His punch was just a tentative one, and the right hook that followed was the killer move.

I saw his fist as big as a bowl, heading straight to Zhao Changli's left temple. The sound of the fist hangs on the wind, and the wind helps the power of the fist, which is quite powerful.

However, just when his fist was about to hit Zhao Changqiu, he saw Zhao Changqi's body suddenly fall back without warning. The big fist of Ruilang's bowl swept past Zhao Changqiu.

Before Swiss fists were stopped, Zhao Changliu's body, which was tilted backwards, suddenly bounced back as if it was loaded with a spring. His dark head suddenly smashed towards Swiss fran's face. If this was hit, Swiss fran would have to be smashed to a full face.

Swiss frowned and jumped backwards in a panic and shouted at Zhao Changgui: "Zhao Changgui, you are cheating again. You said you can't take action, you only defend but not attack."

Zhao Changgui looked at Ruilang's embarrassing appearance and couldn't help but smile and said, "Brother Ruilang is afraid of, I'm having fun with you. I will never hit you. If you don't believe that you don't need to dodge next time, see if I will hit you. If I hit you, even if I lose, it won't work."

Swiss franc almost vomited blood in anger. What a joke, I honestly asked you to beat me. If that happens, you will lose, but my nose will be gone.

Ruilang was secretly annoyed, and moved his fists and kicked towards Zhao Changliu again. The guy launched what he had learned in his life, including straight punches, upper punches, combination punches, elbow hits, and knee hits, launching a storm-like attack on Zhao Changliu.

Zhao Changqi was holding his hands behind his back, and his body shook left and right like a tumbler, flashing all the attacks of Swiss fran in the air.

Every punch of Swiss frowned seemed to hit Zhao Changqiu, but every punch was empty. Not to mention hitting Zhao Changqiu, it could not even touch the corner of Zhao Changqiu's clothes.

The more Swiss franc beat, the more anxious he was, and he exhaled, and he was louder. Zhao Changqi smiled, and his hands were like walking in the garden.

Everyone was stunned. At first, they thought Zhao Changqi was really a bit arrogant, but now they don’t think so. They had seen such special effects in film and television dramas before, but they never thought that anyone could do it in reality.

So at this time, they were all shocked when they saw Zhao Changqi's magical movements.

Everyone even had the illusion that Swiss franc and Zhao Changqiu were not comparable at all. If Swiss franc were a master on earth, Zhao Changqiu was a god in the sky.

However, at this time, Swiss franc did not have this awareness and was still unyieldingly attacking Zhao Changqi.

The Chinese name of Napoleon Swiss franc Bonama is Temujin. In order to distinguish the history of Temujin, it is also called Temujin II. However, although Temujin II is called "Tenji", it is actually not at all. After a storm-like attack, the guy suddenly understood that Zhao Changgu's eye is fast and quick, his body is quick, and he can control enemy aircraft first. As soon as he shot out his tricks, Zhao Changgu had already figured out a way to dodge. Therefore, if he attacked like this, he might be more than two minutes, and he would not be able to knock Zhao Changgu off the tea bowl.

This guy glanced at him and saw the two tea bowls under Zhao Changgui's feet, and his eyes lit up. Grandma, I can't hit you or you can't hit your tea bowl. As long as I knock the tea bowl away or smash it, you will definitely fall to the ground. At that time, according to the rules you set, you will lose.

Thinking of this, Swiss franc immediately changed its target and began to attack the tea bowl at Zhao Changliu's feet.

Ruilang suddenly bent down, his right leg was pressed against the ground and suddenly swept out to Zhao Changliu's feet.

Zhao Changgu let out a long laugh: "Haha, good, good, I know how to adapt

But in the face of absolute strength, all your efforts are in vain."

Amid the long laughter, Zhao Changgu stood like a mountain, his hands behind his back, and his body remained motionless.

"Bang." Temujinji's right foot swept firmly onto the tea bowl.

However, what surprised him was that although he swept the tea bowl, Zhao Changqi's figure did not move, and he didn't even shake for a while. Of course, he did not fall to the ground either.

Temujinji couldn't help but wonder, thinking that even if Zhao Changqi stepped on the two tea bowls, the hardness of the tea bowl itself was certain. For him, kicking a tea bowl should be a breeze, why would these two tea bowls be unharmed? What's going on? Is this tea bowl from Wu Yingxiong's family specially made. Its hardness is comparable to diamond.

Ruilang did not give up and swung his right leg again toward the tea bowl under Zhao Changgui's feet. This time, he stared at Zhao Changgui's feet with wide eyes, wanting to see what was going on.

This time he understood.

It turned out that when his right foot was about to sweep the tea bowl, Zhao's left foot leaned slightly outward, and protected the entire tea bowl with his outer instep, and his feet were barely on the ground.

Swiss fran's feet did not sweep on the tea bowl at all, but on Zhao Changqiu's feet. The two of them became feet to feet and fought head-on.

After Swiss fran discovered the secret of Zhao Changqi's movement, he felt a sudden surprise. What this guy is most proud of is the strength of his legs and feet. If Zhao Changqi wants to fight him head-on, it is simply seeking death.

He thought that Zhao Changqi chose to do this. Although he protected the tea bowl, his foot would definitely be kicked and broken by himself. If Zhao Changqi's foot was broken, could he still stand firmly on the two tea bowls?

Thinking of this, Swiss fran showed a cold smile on his face and his feet became more anxious.

"Bang bang bang." Swiss flang's feet kept sweeping on Zhao Changqiu's feet. Zhao Changqi was still full of spring breeze and a smile on his face, as if Swiss flang's powerful attacks hit the stone, which had nothing to do with him.

"Pretty. I'll see when you can pretend. When I'll break your foot, I'll see if you can still pretend." Swiss fran thought viciously while venting his legs.

This guy originally thought Zhao Changqi was pretending, but after he swept out more than a dozen feet, he felt that this was not the case. He didn't know whether Zhao Changqi's feet hurt, but his own feet couldn't stand it anymore, and his entire foot was so painful that it couldn't stand it. Temu Jinji could be sure that his whole right foot must have been swollen now.

This guy only knows that his legs are good and his feet are strong, but he doesn't know that his skills are really incomparable to Zhao Changqi.

Zhao Changqi has been practicing standing plum blossom stakes and kicking wooden stakes since he was a child. His feet were swollen and his legs were swollen every day. The training intensity was not comparable to Temujinji's training in the boxing gym. However, at night, grandfather Zhao Wugang threw him into the Chinese medicine tank and soaked it. The next day, his feet immediately became swollen, his legs were swollen, and his spirit was surprisingly sufficient.

In the end, Zhao Changqi swept out with one foot, and the wooden stake as thick as a bowl broke into two pieces. Zhao Changqi ran to Linhe City at the age of fifteen and followed Li Chaotian to society. At that time, he created the title of King of Hell at a young age. His strength can be seen.

Although Swiss franc is familiar with free fighting, he has participated in regular fighting competitions before. Although he is known as unlimited free fighting, there are still many rules for the competition. It is not the real unlimited fighting. His training is for the purpose of the competition, so it is not comparable to Zhao Changqiu at all.

Swiss franc began to hesitate whether he should continue to sweep. If he continued to sweep, he was afraid that Zhao Changgui's foot would not break and his foot would break first.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven"

At this moment, Wu Feiyu heard several remonstrations from Swiss franc. Two minutes were about to pass.

At this moment, Swiss flang suddenly thought of a good way to make Zhao Changqi admit defeat.
Chapter completed!