Horrible Priest
Black Fist Past
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This Apollo-like man is five or six centimeters taller than me, and his body is stronger than mine. Originally, the physique of Europeans and Americans is stronger than that of Asians. Standing in front of him, I secretly said, damn Genghis Khan is hanging in his hands, I will not follow in his footsteps!
Before the game started, I spat on the bandage on my hand to make it more frictional. Carlos’s handsome face frowned when he saw my gesture. It occurred to me that during the fight with Genghis Khan, Carlos had been kicked several times in succession.
Looks like we’re gonna have to do it again.
Low sweep is my favorite. I spend a lot of time on low sweep when I exercise my legs. High sweep can indeed kill with one hit, but the start is too big and easy to be predicted by the opponent. Compared with the high sweep, the low sweep attacking the thigh and knee joint is more concealed and difficult to defend.
In the face of Carlos’s quick movement and quick punches, I tried my best to sweep my legs low and kick them all towards his left leg. But Carlos moved so fast that I didn’t kick a few times before he hit me in the face with a hard punch. My body fell back uncontrollably and hit the ropes.
I was still conscious, but there was a buzz in my head from the punch, and I didn’t know if my nose was broken. It was an old wound. I still remember the pain of breaking my nose a year ago, but I don’t want to break it again.
Carlos rushed up, with those formidable fists. In a hurry, I kicked one of my front legs sideways and kicked Carlos in the face! I kicked Carlos in the face, stepped back to cover his nose, and said in stiff Chinese, “Chinese?”
It seems that this front leg side kick is really the unique symbol of Chinese Sanda. I didn’t talk to him. I rushed up and continued to sweep low. As for Carlos’close body, I began to control it with my forelegs. After pulling away, I continued to chop Carlos’ left knee with my shin, which had been tempered by the Siberian cold current. No matter how good his boxing is, it is blocked by my straight leg. Carlos was a little anxious and tried to force his way in several times, but I pushed him back with a quick stab. This guy’s beautiful abdominal muscles have been kicked red by me.
About two minutes later, I saw Carlos’ brows wrinkled in pain, and he began to step back. I knew that my goal was about to be achieved, and then I took a hard low sweep and heard a clear “click”.
Carlos fell down with his left leg in his arms and screamed in pain in the ring. Seeing such a handsome man being beaten like this by me, I really have a feeling of wasting natural resources. Carlos, with a painful face, was carried down, and I don’t know how many female spectators were cursing me.
Many gamblers sighed loudly, and it was clear that they were betting on Carlos. Who can be blamed for this? As gamblers, they should have this consciousness.
When I got out of the ring, the other fighters looked at me differently. Carlos is a famous fighter, but now he has lost to me. They may think I am a rising star. But I know clearly that Carlos was actually defeated by Genghis Khan-the last consecutive low sweep had torn Carlos’solid defense, and I just expanded the results. If Carlos hadn’t had the fight with Genghis Khan before, I would have fallen down. While sleeping
at night, another fighter, the Reaper, also survived the fight, but with a gash in his eyebrow. Before I went to bed, the reaper said to me, “Defeat the ape and you will be the king.”
I did not speak, but there was an inexplicable excitement in my heart. On the fourth day of the
summit, there were fewer fighters left in the gym than day before. This is the real end.
My opponent was the Southeast Asian fighter who strangled Sickle, the guy who was as agile as a monkey. The brawny fighter had a strange nickname, “The Priest.”.
But compared to this nickname, “West Poison” made the people present feel even more strange. Apart from the Chinese, it is almost impossible for people in other countries to figure out what it means.
The priest walked briskly in the ring and looked at me like a snake. He looks like me, with yellow skin, a slightly thinner body than Western fighters, more smooth muscles, and a pair of black eyes.
Seeing these black eyes, I suddenly thought of 1106-the Indian brother who died in my hands. His pupils are also clear black, the kind of heartbreaking clarity.
My heart is at a loss. With a small leap, the
priest attacked first, hitting me with a light, quick punch, followed by a quick sweep of the leg, and then a reverse whip to my head. This set of movements is extremely fast and watertight, which brings his speed into full play. In fighting, although the strength of Asian boxers is slightly inferior to that of European and American boxers, they are slightly superior in speed.
I know his speed is very fast, already ready to guard against, after dodging that unexpected reverse whip punch, a hard leg swept to his soft rib! Unexpectedly, the priest did not dodge, but turned around slightly and carried the leg with his back, then grabbed my knee joint, twisted my body, and threw me to the ground, losing my center of gravity.
At that moment, the scene of the sickle being strangled came out of my mind! I was shocked. This guy tried to drag me into the ground. That’s what he’s good at!
I tried to stand up, but it was too late. The priest had already pressed up and wrapped my body fiercely. His legs crossed my waist, and his right arm went under my neck and strangled my neck. At the same time, in order to avoid my fist counterattack, he buried his head hard, and I could hear him panting in my ear. I wriggled as
hard as I could to free myself from the priesthood. But this guy stuck to me like a plaster, and no matter how hard he struggled, it was useless. Then he wrapped his left arm around my neck and twisted it around my neck with his right arm! Immediately there was an oppressive suffocation in
my neck. Although I have been fighting in this ring for more than a day or two, a fear of death has captured me in an instant!
I don’t want to hang like this!
Holding my breath as hard as I could, I threw my fists at the back of the head of the priest buried next to my head. But the priest is like a lion who bites the throat of his prey and refuses to let go. I couldn’t breathe, I didn’t use my fists, and I didn’t hit him on the back of the head.
The priest suddenly increased his strength again, and the muscles of his right arm tightened. I feel like my neck is being strangled, and my Adam’s apple seems to be squeezed and displaced. All the blood that could not flow in the head was concentrated on the face, and it was uncomfortable to go out. I think my face must be suffocated into purple.
Consciousness began to spread, but a strong belief in survival welled up from the depths of my soul. I reached out and grabbed the priest’s hair and pulled it up fiercely, while the other hand hit him in the face. In the confusion, I touched his mouth, nose, and then his eyes. And then I thrust it hard!
The priest gave a cry, and the force around my neck loosened. Oxygen and blood ran down my neck like a stray dog that had broken free of its chains. Fortunately, the naked twist just now has not yet taken shape, otherwise even Da Luo Jinxian is unable to recover.
The priest covered his left eye and stood up, and the right eye glared at me with the fierce light of a poisonous snake. I got up quickly and looked at him warily. He was not blinded
just now, but his left eye could not be opened for a while. I didn’t want to miss the opportunity, so I quickly approached him and hit him with a heavy punch. Although
the priest’s left eye was badly damaged, it did not affect his reaction ability at all. He dodged the punch with a low head, and when I tried to punch again, he suddenly leaned forward and fell heavily into the ring with me in his arms!
Shit, this kid is going to play ground war with me!
I fell to the ground with the priest again, and the priest tried to lock me up again. It seems that his left eye does not affect his condition at all. I struggled desperately under him, trying to escape from this terrible shadow. The two of
us rolled back and forth in the ring and struggled. Fighting on the ground was more physically demanding than standing. After a while, both of them were out of breath, but neither of them dared to relax a little.
He was on top of me, and I put my elbow on his neck, and the two of them were deadlocked. I breathed with my mouth wide open to get as much oxygen into my lungs as possible. The priest was also panting violently, and his ferocious face was covered with sweat, which fell down and hit me in the face. Suddenly, this feeling reminds me of fighting with my classmates when I was a child, hugging and rolling on the ground, and finally it was like this. At that moment, I almost wanted to say something to the priest.
This ridiculous thought flashed through my mind, and I jerked my elbow up, opened his head, and then crawled back quickly. Like a crocodile unwilling to give up its prey, the priest jumped forward and grabbed my left foot again. He pulled my leg back skillfully, then crossed my left leg with both legs, and locked my left foot with his hands!
Ankle lock! Such a complicated action, but the opponent is at one go!
My ankles were locked by his arms, and his elbows were pinned to my heels. Then he started twisting the elbow and wanted to tear the ankle ligament of my left foot. I hurried to twist my body with his movements, while bending my knees and struggling to pull my left foot out. As soon as the other arm tightened, I felt a tearing pain in my ankle. Almost at the same time, I pulled my left foot out of his control-thanks to so much sweat on both of us.
I immediately got up and moved my ankle. Fortunately, the ligament was not torn. At that time, there was no fear, but the anger of the war was ignited, the priest rushed over again, I did not give him any chance to use the ground skills, “bang, bang” two low sweeping kicks, he staggered, followed by a step back straight, severely hit him in the face. The
priest’s nose was bleeding on the spot, and his body fell back and was bounced back by the ropes. I stepped on one of my hind legs, and this hit the priest kneeling on the ground. My fighting spirit had been stirred to the extreme by him. Without hesitation, I wrapped his neck from behind and crossed his body with my legs, just like when he hanged the sickle. The
priest’s throat immediately let out a “cooing” sound.
In less than half a minute, the priest stopped breathing in my arms. Aware of the state of the priest, I let go of my hand and stood up with relief-
suddenly, I found that the state of the priest when he died was exactly the same as the sickle! His eyes were half open and half closed, as if he had not yet woken up.
My boiling heart just cooled down. I know very well that this life is dying in my hands. If I hang him, it’s the same as if he hung the sickle. On the ring, so non-stop reincarnation.
I don’t want to say I avenged the sickle. If anything, I think I created a tragedy like him. The priest
from Southeast Asia was carried out, and I wrapped the bandage around my left ankle several times. Thanks to him, the ankle is already purple and blue. It’s not torn, but it’s not much better.
Then I was told that the next opponent was the king of the last summit, the “ape man” who represented the Mexican gangsters.
Scarred, I became the first boxer qualified to challenge the “ape man”, and the legendary king finally stood in front of me-he once represented the peak of a world.
Yesterday, the words of the Reaper rang in my ears again: Defeat the ape and you will be at the top.
Male instinct makes me a little excited, as a man, who is not eager to be the strongest? This opportunity should have belonged to Genghis Khan, but it seems that I am going to fulfill this wish for him.
To entice visitors to place their bets, the loudspeakers kept repeating our two names: “West Poison vs. Last King, Apes from Mexican Gangs..”
I’ve learned that I’m not fighting for myself, I’m fighting for the Russian mafia. All the honors I have received are theirs. If I win, my name will be “King of the Russian Mafia, West Poison..”
These mother***ers.
Why? Why am I standing here? This doubt has replaced the desire to be king. I looked at the blood on the bandages of my hands and wondered why it was necessary to keep destroying others and then being destroyed by others.
I want to fight.
I want to say something to the world. Let
me just say one word: “No.” Above the
ring, the tall ape looked at me coldly, without a trace of temperature in his eyes. He’s the king. He has to be cold. The ape man has amazing flank muscles and an unusually developed back, and his strong breath almost turns into a real pressure on my chest. I used to train with excellent Thai boxing champions, I used to sharpen my soul in cold Siberia, and I used to be full of hope for the world. And now I’m standing here, facing an almost insurmountable peak. Let’s
go! Ape-man! I stood there and whispered to my opponent. With a low roar, the
ape rushed over. He was so fast that he hit me with a swing. Before the fist reached my face, I heard the friction of piercing the air. Immediately afterwards, I felt my head shake hard, uncontrollably dizzy, and my body fell back as if it were weightless. In a moment, the faces of countless people passed before my eyes, big tiger, Aqiang, Naikun, Genghis Khan, Indian brothers, Yang Meng, a Guo.. Before
I could fall down, the ape’s punch hit me in the chest again. My sternum was so painful that I wanted to spurt a mouthful of blood. Then a kick from the ape covered my head, and I could no longer control my body, and everything in front of me was quickly reversed. Before I lost consciousness, I saw the puzzled eyes of the ape man.
Once the peak of the vision, also finally no longer cold. Like a pupil who has finished his homework, I can finally go to sleep at ease. Coma
again. I can’t remember how many times I’ve been in a coma since I stepped into the world of black boxing. Maybe death took me away from a high-intensity coma.
When I opened my eyes, I was in a car. I tried to sit up, but I still felt dizzy and had a sharp pain in my chest.
“Are you all right?” The driver glanced back at me.
I know him. He’s a member of the Butterfly Club. He’s in charge of our fighters in Sun City. But why are there only two of us in the car? I asked, “Where are you going?”
Johannesburg. Someone will pick you up there and take you back to China.
I breathed a long sigh of relief, and there was another sharp pain in my chest.
For me, it’s over. I no longer care who won the game in the end, nor do I want to know who became the king of the summit, the ape or the locomotive? None of this has anything to do with me. I just sat in the car with my eyes closed and felt the tiny bump. I haven’t done this in a long time. The constant pain in my
chest made me feel alive. When I
arrived in Johannesburg, I was greeted by several other members of the Butterfly Club. One of them said in not fluent Chinese, “Mr. West Poison, I am responsible for sending you back to China.”
“Don’t call me West Poison.” I said, “My name is Ouyang.”
“Yes.” He nodded his head.
I looked around and asked, “Where’s the king of spades? Didn’t he come?” A year ago, this guy said to me that he would send me back to China. I remember what he said.
“King of Spades?” The man frowned. “He had drugs in his possession. The boss threw them into the sea to feed the fish.”
“That’s a pity.” I murmured. Originally, when I saw him again, I wanted to say to him, “After all the disasters, the brothers are here, and when we meet, we laugh away our enmity.”. Looks like it’s all saved.
Is there a phone? I want to make a long distance call. I held out my hand to him. “International call.”
“Just a moment.” The man took out the phone and handed it to me.
I dialed a Guo’s cell phone, but it didn’t work. Dial Li Ge’s cell phone, but it doesn’t work. Finally, I dialed Wang Hui’s phone and finally got through. When I
hung up the phone, I asked, “When will you send me back?”
“When do you want to leave?”
“I want to now.”
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(ending) I want to see you for the
last time
. Ouyang Gan
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