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Chapter 211 Muay Thai

I wish I could go to the bathroom to brush my teeth, but when I came back, I saw this shameless chef greeting the guest with a smile?

Hold on,

Brother comes from a country of etiquette that abides by laws and regulations!

I quickly left, and I walked for a long time before I could not suppress the urge to hit people. I happened to pass by a club, which should be a place to play Muay Thai?

When I bought tickets and entered the venue, there were many people. I surrounded a ring. Two strong men on it fought to the death, full of male hormones.

After the popularization of various action movies, Muay Thai has long been familiar. According to Xia Long, if it is not considered the killing skills of special forces, Muay Thai is barely good.

The unique national music sounded in my ears, the passionate physical confrontation of the boxers, the audience's cheers and the ringtones that declared the beginning or end of each round of the boxing match in the hands of the referee...

Even if Johnson is an amateur, he can see that his level is very high. Every time he swept and kicked, it seems to be full of the power to kick the opponent's calf.

As they attack each other, their arms fly, their eye-catching shorts and sweat-filled strong muscles shine brightly under the light.

Here, people seem to become fighting machines, and any part of the body instantly becomes an attack weapon. Use both fists, legs, knees, and elbows together, and use everything, which is extremely full of primitive flavor.

The Buddha-threat line that was once shocked by the Buddha-stealing line, the protagonist's move to defeat the enemy was so excited. Now that he is in the scene, Johnson couldn't help but shout with the audience...

"Although their muscles are not as good as those of boxers, they have extremely strong practical ability!" Xia Long narrowed his eyes and whispered: "Especially knee and elbow strikes, they specifically attack the softest vital points, and they will definitely kill them with one blow!"

Johnson nodded. It is definitely not easy to be recognized by the ace special forces soldier. What's more, no matter how awesome a person can perform in public, he is not a real master. Just like the Chinese martial arts, only those who can kill people are useful!

"Because there is little land resources here, it can only be solved by force, so the people are very strong and fond of martial arts. Later, a black prince appeared, who admired martial arts very much. He sorted out and summarized the fighting techniques and formed early Muay Thai, including fist, foot, elbow, knee, head and other moves, which are very similar to the current unlimited fighting."

"Later, Thailand and Myanmar started a war, and the Burmese king sent boxers to compete with the captured Muay Thais. As a result, a master defeated nine boxers in a row, shocking Myanmar, and the reputation of Muay Thai became more and more famous."

Xia Long explained: "Being beaten first is the truth. Especially Muay Thai, training is cruel. In order to exercise their ability to fight against hitting, they will hit their arms and legs with iron sticks, and they will kick the pillars wrapped in straw, allowing others to kick the ribs with their legs and wrap lime mucus around their hands, so that they can beat against hitting very strongly."

Suddenly, the ring caused a huge uproar, and Johnson was stunned. The two women, wearing only underwear, were naked all over. You punched me and kicked me and kicked me, and they actually started to fight directly?

Xia Long said helplessly: "In many remote mountainous areas, not to mention women, even children's lives are an alternative world full of blood and tears. Boxing is the only way out for many poor children. They start practicing at the age of six or seven, and they don't even go to school."

"Train at five o'clock every day, do at least a few hundred push-ups and pull-ups, run more than ten kilometers to practice endurance, and keep making sandbags for hours. The fists must be filled with calluses."

"In order to make your legs hard as iron and stone, and flexible like a whip, you can press your legs, slip your legs, and kick your feet, practice hundreds of times, kicking the betel nut tree all day long, and it makes the trees shake, and the boxer's face is painless and doesn't care at all."

"At the beginning, bandage soft objects such as sponges or cotton wool on the surface of the tree, and then perform kicking exercises. As you gradually adapt, thin the thickness of the bandage soft objects, you can finally practice completely removing the bandage, as hard as a rock."

Xia Hu suddenly answered: "I have seen another way of practicing, sawing the stems of a banana tree into a section of forty or fifty centimeters long, throwing them into the air, and immediately kicking them with your feet, just like kicking a shuttlecock, preventing it from falling to the ground."

"Because the banana tree stems have a certain weight and hardness, they not only practice hardness insteps and kicking strength, but also strengthen the accuracy and control of the legs. Experts can directly kick people's neck!"

After saying that, he seemed to recall something, and said with a look of ugly expression: "I often perform secret missions on the border. I have seen women and children countless times. The last second is pitiful, and the next second can turn into a murder weapon. The cold eyes are still unforgettable!"

No matter men and women in the ring, every fierce battle, each round of the fierce battle, you can only rest for 30 seconds in the middle, stand up and continue fighting. Looking at the ferocity in the woman's eyes, Johnson was chilled.

"After childhood psychological training and ring practice, they are proficient in emotional self-regulation and do not believe in any authoritative celebrities. As long as they go to the ring, they will fight with all their might. No matter whether you are a boxing champion?"

The audience's mood became more and more intense. The woman on the ring was like a wild beast, with blood flowing. One side was beaten out of recognition and then she gave in. In the end, two children came up...

At most, they are in their early teenage years old, with thin body and bruises all over the body, but their eyes are full of ruthlessness. When the ringtone rings, they fight together in an instant.

"They have coaches behind them, and they make money by boxing every day." Xia Long said helplessly: "The poor family can't afford to support them, so they can only be sent to the coach's house. They have life and death. After a few years of training to compete in the ring, they can still support their parents."

"When driving a truck, letting the child run away, who dares to fall behind, hit him directly! In their eyes, children who practice Muay Thai are just tools for making money, like products placed on the table for people to choose to bet."

Johnson Sweeping, he looked at the lottery tickets waving hard in the hands of the audience around him, ranging from tens of thousands to tens of thousands of dollars, and he also made a lot of money every game.

In the first round on the ring, the two children just punched each other and then kicked each other in the abdomen with their knees. The blue one accidentally got a few times and his movements slowed down. He was quickly forced to the corner by the aggressive opponent, and he could only hold his head and dodge his best...

After finally getting to rest, the coach ran over and poured him all over with cold water, cursing something fiercely. The child's face was full of pain, gritted his teeth, and his eyes were red like a little bison.

The audience became more and more excited, and the battle continued. The Red Party took advantage of the victory and chased the opponent's weakness until his face was covered in blood, which was terrible...

The Blue Party was suddenly punched hard by the opponent, and he staggered and couldn't hold on. He tried hard to get up, but he fainted. Johnson clearly saw a trace of relief flashing on the child's face.

At this moment, I just wanted to have a good sleep. The coach, opponent, audience, game, everything on the field had nothing to do with him. Close your eyes and all the pressure disappeared in the noisy field.

Unfortunately, it's only temporary!
Chapter completed!
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