Johnson looked up at Jiang Cheng with a bitter smile, "Cheng Ge, I can't participate in this competition. Before I entered the prison, I had some conflicts with Bellaire. If they recognized my face now, it would be over."
Jiang Cheng nodded. So it was like this. He frowned and whispered, "Then it's a bit troublesome. Let the other brothers from France compete. They don't have the confidence to win. If only Shi Gang was here."
Zhuge Liuyun couldn't help but ask, "Cheng Ge, how many candidates have been selected for the five matches?"
"For the three hand-to-hand combat matches, Jing Long and Zhao Hu have already gone on stage. We still lack the last candidate. As for the shooting competition, I think one of them will be me, and the other one will be Wang Jie. His marksmanship is not bad. Now we only lack one person to participate in the hand-to-hand combat match." Jiang Cheng slowly replied.
"If that's the case, then let me participate!" Anthony recommended himself again.
"You?" Jiang Cheng looked at him with some doubt. Is Anthony better than Johnson?
Johnson nodded and agreed, "If there is no other suitable candidate, let Anthony participate. His strength in this aspect is not weaker than mine."
"Oh!" Jiang Cheng was a little surprised, but he immediately understood. Maybe it was true. After all, in the prison, Anthony and Johnson were both bosses, so their strength should be about the same. After thinking for a while, he nodded and said, "Alright, I'll arrange Anthony as the candidate for the third match!"
Just as they were discussing, footsteps suddenly came from the stairs. The next moment, Johnson ran up from below and came in front of Jiang Cheng. He looked at the others and finally fixed his eyes on Jiang Cheng and said, "Cheng Ge, they are starting to urge us. They are asking if we are ready. Have the candidates for the last match been decided? If there's no one suitable, I'll do it. "With that, he patted his chest.
"Hehe …" Jiang Cheng chuckled and looked at Anthony. He patted his shoulder and said, "It's decided. Anthony will represent the Lung Hing Society in the next match!"
Johansson looked at Anthony doubtfully. He admitted that Jing Long and Zhao Hu were stronger than him. He could feel it when they sparred with each other, but was this newcomer in front of him really that powerful? He didn't quite believe it.
"Okay, let's go downstairs," Jiang Cheng said to the others.
Anthony and Johansson immediately followed Jiang Cheng downstairs, while Zhuge Liuyun and Johnson stayed where they were. Zhuge Liuyun stayed on the second floor so that it would be convenient for him to observe the situation downstairs. At the same time, if there were any accidents, he could quickly contact his brothers in other areas and arrange their actions.
When Jiang Cheng and the others arrived downstairs, Jiang Cheng raised his hand and beckoned to his brothers around him, leading them out the door. When they arrived outside, they realized that the small square outside the door had already been cleared out. The Red Gloves were surrounding the square, and with the arrival of Jiang Cheng's men, they gradually retreated, giving up one side of the square to the Lung Hing Society. This way, one side of the square was occupied by the Red Gloves, while the other side was occupied by the Lung Hing Society. There was an empty space in the middle, and they were facing each other from afar.
Jiang Cheng took the lead and took a step forward. He shouted at the Red Gloves opposite him, "Belal, which of the two matches will be held first?"
Belal walked out of the crowd, holding a cigar in his mouth as he came to face Jiang Cheng. He said with a smile, "Of course we'll start with the boxing match first. Let me announce the rules." As he spoke, he turned around to face the crowd in the square and shouted, "The rule of fighting is that within my designated range, you have to use all means to knock down your opponent until one of you is pushed out of the range or yells out that I admit defeat. Otherwise, it won't be considered a winner. Another thing to note is that neither side is allowed to use weapons like guns in the competition."
"Are the rules okay?" Belal turned his head and asked Jiang Cheng.
"No problem! What's the limit of the competition? "Jiang Cheng looked around and asked.
Belal raised his finger and pointed at the ground. "It's the area under our feet. Do you see the white line on the periphery? Within the circle of this white line is the competition ground. "
Jiang Cheng looked around and realized that there was a circle of thick white tiles on the ground that formed a circle. It was about seven to eight meters in diameter, which was indeed very suitable as the boundary of the competition ground. He nodded and said, "Alright, we'll do as you say. Let's start the first match!" After saying that, he slowly retreated and returned to the crowd of Lung Hing Society.
Belal did the same. He turned around and returned to the Red Gloves. Then, both sides sent out a referee. After some discussion, they jointly announced the start of the first match.
For the first physical combat match, the Lung Hing Society sent out Jing Long, while the Red Gloves sent out Crell, who had been defeated by Jing Long and was tied to a chair and humiliated. The members of Lung Hing Society couldn't help but chuckle. The Red Gloves sent out a loser in the first match, so it was easy to imagine what kind of people they had left. It seemed that the Red Gloves were used to living a comfortable life, and the quality of their members was getting lower and lower.
Jing Long stood in the white circle in front of everyone. He raised his hand with a smile and hooked his finger at Crell.
Crell stood not far from Jing Long. He stood with his legs apart, slightly bowed, and looked at Jing Long warily. Noticing the provocative gesture of Jing Long's finger and the disdainful smile on his face, Crell couldn't help but feel angry. However, he didn't rush forward rashly. He still had the fear of being easily defeated by Jing Long in the previous battle.
The members of Lung Hing Society and the Red Gloves all stared at the two people in the center of the field. They all seemed to be very concerned about them.
"Since you don't dare to come over, I'll go over!" Jing Long said proudly with a chuckle. He didn't even have the courage to rush forward. It was really humiliating to fight with such a person! It was simply degrading his own status.
Jing Long straightened his body and walked towards Crell in an arrogant manner, as if he was walking normally. He didn't have the slightest cautious attitude as he slowly approached Crell.
Seeing this scene, Jiang Cheng couldn't help frowning. It was not good for Jing Long to look down on his opponent with such an arrogant attitude. It was easy for him to get into trouble! If he met an opponent at the same level, he would have already lost in terms of mentality.
When Jing Long was two or three steps away from Crell, he suddenly rushed forward, jumped up, and kicked at Crell! In the whole process, Jing Long's eyes were cold. His kick was swift and powerful, almost arriving in front of Crell in a split second.
Crell only saw that the sole of a foot in front of him was getting bigger and bigger! He immediately dodged to the side to avoid this kick. After turning to the side, he was about to rush at Jing Long from the side. When Jing Long withdrew his leg and attacked again, it would be Crell's chance to attack.
However, Crell didn't expect that although Jing Long's kick looked swift and fierce, it was actually just a feint. Because he knew that Crell could definitely dodge it, why did he still exert so much strength when he knew that Crell could dodge it?
Crell rushed at Jing Long from the side. Jing Long was kicking forward sideways, so Crell's side was a dead angle. Jing Long couldn't burn gold in a short time. Therefore, he immediately rushed forward excitedly.
However, Jing Long didn't think that Crell was helpless. Watching Crell coming to his left side and kicking at his waist, he slightly smiled. Instead of withdrawing his left leg, he suddenly squatted down with one leg and dodged the attack on his waist. However, it was not over yet. Jing Long raised his hands and caught Crell's right foot which was swinging over his head. Holding her leg, he pulled her up fiercely!
Crell lost his balance and almost fell to the ground. However, he had a good sense of balance. Spreading his hands like a big bird, he maintained his balance by spreading his wings. Standing on only one foot, he pressed the other foot on Jing Long's shoulder.
Seeing Crell's wild behavior, Jing Long sneered complacently. He leaned back and half-sat on the ground. At the same time, he withdrew his left leg and kicked at Crell's waist. Crell stretched out his hand to block it, but he couldn't maintain his balance. His whole body fell to the right and he couldn't help pressing his right hand on the ground. Jing Long had been waiting for this moment. He immediately raised his leg and kicked at Crell's right hand fiercely on the ground!
With a sound of "Bang", Crell's right hand was kicked away.
Without the support of his right hand, Crell couldn't keep his body steady anymore. He had to put his face close to Zhang Tie. With a sound of "Plop", his face hit the bluestone on the ground of the square and he uttered a miserable howl.
It was a heavy hit. Blood flowed out at once. Seeing this, everyone around felt the pain.
With a snort, Jing Long grabbed Crell's leg and spun it to the side. Crell immediately did a split and kept struggling with his face on the ground. He wanted to stand up but couldn't withdraw his leg. It was a very embarrassing situation.
However, it was not realistic to defeat him in this way. Jing Long found an opportunity and kicked at Crell's chest again. Then he turned over and jumped up. Standing not far away, he looked at Crell who was covering his face and howling miserably on the ground.
Crell withdrew his leg and knelt on the ground. He held his face with his hands and kept screaming miserably. Blood seeped out from his fingers and dyed his hands and the ground red. He had suffered a moderate injury.
The red gloves all looked terrible. Crell was the most powerful person in Guizhong Gang in terms of comprehensive strength. However, he only took a few moves to defeat Crell! They couldn't believe that they had been beaten to the point that their faces were covered in blood.
Jiang Cheng chuckled and looked at the two people in the center of the square. It seemed that he could win this match. Crell's strength was much weaker than Jing Long's. That was the rule of a kung fu competition. As long as the opponent was a little bit stronger, the opponent would immediately be restrained. As the saying went, there was no first place in literature and no second place in martial arts. Although their moves were simple and looked like ordinary street fights, their reaction speed and strength represented the gap between their levels.
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