MMA, translated as Mixed Martial Arts. It was a very open fighting mode. Apart from not being able to attack the two fatal parts of the crotch and the back of the head, there were not many restrictions. It was good to watch and also very impactful. Many of the more simple-minded and less able spectators who watched a brutal and bloody MMA fight were likely to have a certain degree of physiological reaction.
It was because MMA's bloody level was really terrible. During the fighting process, one's face would often be badly mutilated and uncomfortable.
As one of the most popular fighting modes in the world, MMA not only did not have many restrictions on movements and attack methods. There were also very few restrictions on the routines and methods used by the players. As long as one did not attack the crotch and the back of the head, even if one punched the opponent to death, there was no violation of the rules at all.
Of course, MMA was called in English. In the eyes of Hua Xia, in the eyes of ordinary people, the so-called MMA, in layman's terms, was fighting.
Yes.
Using any skill and body to attack the enemy. The goal was to KO or beat the opponent.
As an American, Downey had naturally been exposed to MMA culture since childhood. Usually, when he had time, he would go to the scene to watch a few of the world's most famous UFC professional matches. He was well aware of the risks and dangers. If there was no professional referee supervising from the side, it would not be strange even if someone was beaten to death.
Therefore, after Xiao Zheng proposed to play MMA, Downey was particularly excited and slightly worried and proposed to be a referee.
"Referee?" Xiao Zheng smiled slightly and shook his head. "Playing MMA is to reduce the risk. You still want to be a referee? Let's just decide the winner with rock paper scissors, what do you think? "
It was a fight.
Broken arms and legs were common occurrences. Xiao Zheng's choice of MMA had greatly reduced the risk of life. Sensitive parts such as the back of the head and crotch had been eliminated. For the two of them, what else was there to follow up and supervise?
Not only did Xiao Zheng disagree, even Luo Yingxiong thought it was unnecessary.
"Then at what level to stop?" Lin Xiaozhu could not help but ask.
She was not as enthusiastic about MMA as Downey, but she had also watched a few live broadcasts on TV. It was indeed bloody and violent enough.
"Until the opponent admits defeat." Xiao Zheng slightly moved his muscles and bones. Then he looked at Luo Yingxiong who was slowly taking off his coat. "How about it?"
"No objection." Luo Yingxiong's eyes were calm as he pursed his lips. "Let's start."
"Begin."
Xiu!
As soon as Xiao Zheng's voice fell, he shot forward like an arrow and suddenly sent a knee strike towards Luo Yingxiong's lower abdomen. Luo Yingxiong reacted quickly and crossed his arms, swiftly blocking Xiao Zheng's knee. In the next instant, Xiao Zheng's right hand suddenly twisted around Luo Yingxiong's neck, and his body suddenly fell backwards. He knocked Luo Yingxiong to the ground.
Bang!
The two of them landed quickly. Luo Yingxiong was lying face down on the ground, while Xiao Zheng was lying flat on the ground. The moment the two of them landed on the ground, Xiao Zheng flipped his left leg up and wrapped it tightly around one of Luo Yingxiong's legs. He quickly knelt on the ground with his other leg and pulled away from Luo Yingxiong, smashing his elbow towards the left side of Luo Yingxiong's head.
Bang!
The punch was extremely ferocious. Even though Luo Yingxiong covered his head in time, he was still unable to dissipate the power of Xiao Zheng's attack. In the blink of an eye, Luo Yingxiong's eyebrow bone was smashed open, and dark red blood gushed out. And just as Xiao Zheng was about to smash the second time with his elbow. Luo Yingxiong, who came back to his senses, twisted his hands, and his head broke free from Xiao Zheng's left arm. Then, his arms tightly wrapped around Xiao Zheng's left hand. His body suddenly exerted strength, and he flipped in the air. His legs actually clamped Xiao Zheng's neck in the air, and he posed a famous MMA move, the cross.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them quickly completed the entire process of attacking and counterattacking. Donnie, who was extremely familiar with MMA fighting, was stunned. His palms were sweating.
"F * ck — —" Donnie swallowed his saliva and said to Lin Xiaozhu, who was standing on the side. "Sister-In-Law, if this duel were to be broadcast live on TV, it could be sold at a sky-high price."
"Are you blind for money?" Lin Xiaozhu was worried about Xiao Zheng, whose neck was wrapped around by Luo Yingxiong, and his left arm was also tightly wrapped. How could he have the time to share the excitement of this match with him?
Donnie was also quite worried about his master's situation. He stared straight at the two people in the field. He muttered to himself, "Uncle Luo just beautifully turned a disadvantage into an advantage. I just don't know if my master can also break free from Uncle Luo's cross."
The purpose of the so-called cross was to clamp the enemy's neck with both legs at a 90-degree angle with the enemy, and then break the entangled arm. On the one hand, it made it difficult for the enemy to breathe and be unable to move. On the other hand, it was to twist the enemy's arm. When the arm was twisted to the extreme, the opponent would naturally take the initiative to admit defeat. It was also commonly used in MMA to be subdued.
Of course, that was just the plot development in an ordinary MMA fight. In the ring, about 80% or even 90% of the contestants, after being entangled by the cross, would eventually have to admit defeat because the angle of the arm being twisted to the extreme. The few who could break free were either masters with extremely strong Judo skills. Or the strength was so strong that the opponent could not wrap his arm at all. So that he could find a chance to escape.
What about Xiao Zheng?
He had the upper hand in the beginning, but he was instantly caught by Luo Yingxiong. How would he resolve this crisis this time?
Naturally, Xiao Zheng's strength was great. Even though Luo Yingxiong's strength was beyond imagination, it was still very difficult to twist Xiao Zheng's left arm in a short period of time. Although it was a little suffocating with his neck being clamped. But at least for a minute, Xiao Zheng would not be injured too much. Just as Luo Yingxiong was about to get ready to exhaust Xiao Zheng to death, he saw Xiao Zheng suddenly raise his right leg and kick Luo Yingxiong at an astonishing angle.
Bang!
This kick was so powerful that blood flowed from the corner of Luo Yingxiong's mouth. His legs that were clamping Xiao Zheng's neck loosened by a large margin.
Bang!
When Xiao Zheng kicked a second time, Luo Yingxiong rolled on the ground and quickly let go of Xiao Zheng's neck and arm, putting some distance between them.
"Pervert!" Donnie had just lit a cigarette, but he actually forgot to take a puff. He just let it burn. He clicked his tongue. "That's too perverted!"
Lin Xiaozhu saw that Xiao Zheng had easily escaped and felt a little relieved. She turned her head and asked, "How is it perverted?"
"It's all perverted!" Donnie said excitedly. "Under normal circumstances, Uncle Luo wouldn't have been able to break free from master's lock. According to master's arm strength and fist strength, if the person he locked was an ordinary fighter, or even a top MMA fighter. He would also be KO'd after master's several elbow strikes. But Uncle Luo quickly used his cross after being hit once and turned the situation around. You say that's not perverted enough? "
"Look at master. He was clearly locked by Uncle Luo's cross. According to normal logic, he would have voluntarily admitted defeat within thirty seconds because the angle of his arm's twisting was beyond the limit, "Donnie said in disbelief. "But did you see that? His master was actually able to execute such a powerful side kick even in this state. Just one time and he forced Uncle Luo to give up his advantage- "
"He didn't give up." As an outsider, Lin Xiaozhu also saw the clues. "My brother-in-law kicked him two more times. Even if he had copper skin and iron bones, his organs would still be crushed!"
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