Compared with the unremarkable moves of Madebach in Europe, the invincible leg of Zhang Shan is undoubtedly much more fancy, which also caused cheers from the audience. Some people even began to wonder if they would buy Zhang Shan, which is an unpopular one. After all, it is the odds of seven or one.

Moreover, in the Black Fist Arena, it is not said that if you are big, you will definitely win. The five people who lost under Zhang Shan's pair of poking legs were all taller than him, and their figure was even comparable to Madebou Buqi.

"Poke the foot?!"

When Zhang Shan walked around, his upper body was basically not moving. Every step he took seemed to have been measured, basically half a meter stride. When he jumped onto the ring, he sucked there like a gecko's suction cup, and his work was extremely stable.

The skill of poking feet has a long history. It started in the Song Dynasty and was popular in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. After improvement and repair by masters of all generations, this skill has become more and more sharp in actual combat. A real master of poking feet can kick trees as thick as a bowl with one foot.

Jiang Feng stared at Zhang Shan on the stage and shook his head slightly. Zhang Shansheng was flexible in his body and his feet were quite good, but the physical strength between the two was too different, just like an adult fighting with a kindergarten child. In Jiang Feng's eyes, there was no suspense about winning or losing.

"Okay, the betting time is five minutes. Please hand over the filled-in betting form to the staff..."

After the two boxers stood on the ring at the same time, the host's voice sounded again, while Madebou Buqi and Zhang Shan stood quietly in a corner of the ring, waiting for the start of the game. Although he had just used a fancy move to the stage, Zhang Shan's practical experience was also very rich. At this time, he was extremely calm and was constantly adjusting his state with his breath, preparing to find out the opponent's weakness at the fastest speed after the fight began, and thus knock him down.

Not to mention the two people on the ring preparing, the wealthy businessmen in the audience are also using their brains to measure their strengths.

All those who can come here are well-known domestic merchants and wealthy people, and their reputation is naturally guaranteed. They only need to write the amount on the betting sheet and sign their own names. There will be staff on the sidelines to collect the betting sheet and make statistics.

The five-minute betting time passed in an instant, and with the ringing of the bell, everyone's attention was focused on the boxing ring.

"Two people. I won't say much about the rules. One side fell to the ground or was beaten out of the ring, and the other side won. Now... the game begins!"

The referee stepped down while announcing. The black fist was no better than the ordinary ring match, and he would hurt the innocent if he was not careful.

The black boxing is not a martial arts competition. What's more, when facing a foreigner, Zhang Shan did not come to the martial arts world. After the referee announced the start of the boxing match, his body immediately wandered around the boxing ring. Madele Buqi, who had been standing on the ring with his eyes closed, finally opened his eyes. His brown eyes were not angry at all, and he looked at Zhang Shan like he was looking at a dead person. He had no reaction to his actions in the boxing ring.

"Go ahead!"

"Beat him to death! Beat him to death!!"

The two of them moved and remained silent, but neither of them took the lead, which made the audience in the audience feel a little dissatisfied and they all clamored. Although many people bought Madele Buqi, who had a more vicious image, emotionally, they still hoped that Zhang Shan could defeat the other party.

Hearing the shouts of everyone below the stage, Zhang Shan felt that it was not a solution to continue like this. He paused his feet and walked around Madelei Buqi like lightning. His upper body did not move at all, and his right foot kicked sideways towards Madelei Buqi's right temple.

This is also one of the unique skills of poking your feet.

Last night at Qingyuan Hotel, Jiang Feng used this move when he dealt with Li Jindou. This kick seemed like a kick. In fact, it was a point. The last place he touched the other party was Zhang Shan’s toes. Don’t underestimate the point of the toes. Just hit it with one blow. You will definitely die.

Perhaps because he knew that his body skills were far inferior to the other party, Madrebuchi didn't even mean to turn around. He moved his right ear and suddenly raised his right hand to protect his temple.

Zhang Shan's kick was really on Madele Buqi's forearm. The two intersected each other and made a crisp "pop" sound, like a terrible sound of joints shattering.

The two of them were not entangled too much, and they were about to part with their bodies. Madele Buqi was still standing there, while Zhang Shan, who was out of his foot, stepped back four or five steps, leaning heavily on a stone pillar before stopping.

"Damn, this...is this still human?"

Zhang Shan, who had stood firmly, felt his right foot numbness, and the shock in his heart was speechless. He didn't expect that his foot, which could break the gold and crack stone, could not even leave a white mark on the other party's arm!

"Hehe..." Madrebuqi let out a strange laugh, turned around to face Zhang Shan, stretched out his right index finger and hooked him, indicating that he would come again.

Although he suffered a little loss just now, Zhang Shan did not have the idea of ​​giving up. After all, this ring is bigger than an ordinary ring, which is enough to allow him to avoid Madele Buqi's pursuit. Even if he loses, he will not die.

Next, Zhang Shan kept attacking Madele Buqi's three key points, but whenever Madele Buqi took action to protect him, Zhang Shan immediately changed his moves or retreated.

"Kick him, kick him up."

"Damn, what's this for? Kick the foreigner to death!"

In the eyes of outsiders, Madre Buqi is like a sandbag and does not take the initiative to attack. He just stands there and asks Zhang San to fight. But strangely, whenever Zhang Shan wants to kick Madre Buqi, he inexplicably retracts his feet, which makes the laymen in the audience start to clamor again. However, this time Zhang Shan ignored the shouts of those people anymore. He is always looking for the best opportunity to attack. For such a black boxing competition, the winner, loss, or even life and death can be determined with just one opportunity.

Just as everyone's emotions gradually began to get manic, Zhang Shan failed to attack behind Madrebuchi, and suddenly flashed directly opposite him. He was in front of him, with his hands on the ground, and his right foot kicked out surprisingly from behind, like a snake, with his toes facing Andrevich's eyes and pointed them straight at him.

As the saying goes, "The hands are two doors, and they all rely on the legs to hit people." Now, Zhang Shan has his legs again, but his hands are open, regardless of danger. His purpose is to surprise and win. This move is a turn-over bridge-back kicking style, which is widely used in traditional Chinese martial arts, but is rarely used in Sanda or Black Boxing competitions. Madre Buqi, a foreigner, naturally, has not seen him.

Since Madre Buqi took action to block Zhang San's attack behind him just now, it was too late to scoop his hands to protect his eyes. Seeing that his toes were about to touch Madre Buqi's eyes, Zhang Shan couldn't help but feel ecstasy.
Chapter completed!