At this moment, Jing Long's back and waist were covered with blood. With his fierce expression, he looked like a God of Slaughter, a brave man who fought with his life! That gorgeous, smooth, and swift movement caused the surrounding people to fall into a state of deep amazement and shock.
"Ah! Ah! … "Jing Long roared and kicked Crell's chest again and again, pushing him forward with his feet.
Crell felt that he couldn't control his body from the first kick on his chest. Every kick from Jing Long made his chest hurt as if he was bombarded by cannons. He couldn't stop stepping back!
In the blink of an eye, Crell was kicked out of the white circle. With a "plop" sound, he fell to the ground on his back with his dagger falling beside him. Holding his chest, he looked so painful that he wanted to die. However, he couldn't even let out a scream. He had been beaten to the point that he could only exhale but not inhale.
With a "plop" sound, when Crell fell on the ground, Jing Long also fell on his side with his back on the ground, making a loud sound. Then his body shook and he passed out.
The members of the Dragonrise Association immediately ran forward and discovered that Jing Long's waist and back were completely soaked in blood. The amount of blood loss was shocking, and it wasn't as simple as a simple cut. It seemed that some important blood vessel had been cut open.
"Hurry up! Carry Brother Long to the Jeet Kune Dojo and let the doctors treat him! "Zhao Hai shouted to the people around him.
The people around him immediately came to their senses. Seven or eight people carried Jing Long to the Lung Hing Jeet Kune Do Hall and ran quickly. Fortunately, although Huaxing Hospital was opened, there were still some doctors left in the dojo in case of emergencies. Now it was their turn to perform in such an emergency.
Behind them, Jiang Cheng looked at Jing Long with a little worry and shouted to the others, "Let the doctors try their best. If anything happens to Jing Long, I'll hold them responsible!" After saying that, he turned around and looked at Crell who was still struggling on the ground. If anything happened to Jing Long, he would kill this guy first!
Jing Long was carried into the Lung Hing Jeet Kune Do Hall for emergency treatment. Crell was also pulled back to his side. His face was livid and he kept howling. He must have been seriously injured. After all, Jing Long had used his last bit of strength to kick continuously. It was impossible that it didn't work!
Belar said something to the person beside him, and then the person immediately ran to the Red Gloves Gang referee and whispered in his ear, seemingly conveying Belar's instructions.
The Red Gloves Gang referee nodded after listening, then announced loudly, "Both of them are out of bounds. The first match is a draw!"
"Bullsh * t. Although both of them are out of bounds, it's obvious that Crell is one step ahead of Brother Long." A member of the Lung Hing Society said.
"Yeah, what kind of bullsh * t referee is this. It's unfair. Get off the stage now. Brother Long won this match!" Another member also protested.
The Red Gloves Gang referee immediately waved his hand and retorted loudly, "Everything is decided according to the rules. In less than three seconds after the first person is out of bounds, the second person is also out of bounds, even if both of them are out of bounds at the same time. This is the rule that is used in many wrestling competitions, including Japanese Sumo Wrestling! Please follow the rules! "
Jiang Cheng frowned. The referee was right, but the rules were different everywhere. In this case, it could be considered that both of them were out of bounds at the same time, or the winner could be decided according to the order. They just chose the rules that were beneficial to them!
As if he did not want to give the crowd a chance to argue on this issue, the Red Gloves Gang referee immediately shouted, "Let the second match begin!"
Amidst everyone's discussion, Zhao Hu separated the crowd and walked forward. He stood in the center of the white circle and looked coldly at the Red Gloves gang members opposite him. He raised the long rod in his hand and roared, "Your next opponent is me. Who's next?!"
Belar gave a look to a brawny man with short blonde hair beside him, and this brawny man immediately walked toward Zhao Hu.
The brawny man was in his thirties, almost two meters tall, and his arms and legs were extremely thick. His weight was estimated to be around 150 kilograms. After receiving his boss' instructions, he turned around and took two large machetes from a member, then slowly walked toward Zhao Hu. As he walked, he waved and spun the machetes in his hands skillfully, as if he was very proficient with machetes.
Jiang Cheng's expression turned serious. He reminded Zhao Hu softly behind him, "Zhao Hu, be careful. This person is not easy to deal with."
Zhao Hu nodded to show that he understood. He held the staff with both hands, raised it high, and got into the starting position of the Flying Dragon Technique. He looked coldly at the brawny white man walking toward him.
This person was also a strength-type like Zhao Hu, but his height and weight were higher than Zhao Hu's. In terms of strength, he was definitely stronger, but it was unknown how agile he was.
Zhao Hu and Jiang Cheng did not know that this brawny white man was called Grace, and he was the number one Red Gloves expert in hand-to-hand combat. The reason why Crell was said to be the number one expert was that Crell's overall strength was very strong. He was excellent in both hand-to-hand combat and shooting, especially shooting. Within 50 meters, he could hit every target the size of a bottle cap without fail!
Grace came in front of Zhao Hu. He held the big machete with both hands, separated them on both sides of his body, and looked at Zhao Hu warily.
Zhao Hu grabbed the long staff with both hands, straightened his waist, and raised the long staff diagonally behind him, ready to attack at any time. At the same time, his left foot was in front, and his right foot was in the back. He looked at Grace with a sneer, and slowly approached him.
When they were about two to three meters apart, Zhao Hu stared at Grace's face with a hint of caution in his eyes. At the same time, he looked at the two machetes in Grace's hands with the corner of his eyes. The long staff in his hands was almost two meters long, and Grace was now in his attack range. However, Zhao Hu did not act rashly. He was waiting for an opportunity!
Suddenly, Grace moved!
Grace held the two machetes in his left hand in front, and his right hand behind. He stomped on the ground and pounced at Zhao Hu!
Zhao Hu swung the staff in his hand horizontally, swinging it toward Grace's waist. The staff whistled through the air and a fan-shaped afterimage of the staff appeared behind it!
"Dang!" A crisp sound rang out as Zhao Hu's staff collided with the big machete in Grace's left hand. Grace's movements were more agile. Noticing that Zhao Hu's staff was coming at him, he immediately used the machete in his hand to block it. He managed to block it in time.
Zhao Hu's face turned cold, but he was not surprised. He quickly turned around, and the staff in his hand spun to attack Grace from another direction. Moreover, the speed of this attack was even faster and more ferocious than before!
Grace was somewhat surprised. Unlike last time, this time, Zhao Hu's staff was coming at him from above, and it was not as easy to block as before. He hurriedly raised his two machetes to block the attack above his right shoulder. However, never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined that Zhao Hu's attack was just a feint!
Zhao Hu's back was facing Grace. He suddenly leaned back, and his whole body was half-lying on the ground. He pulled back the staff in his hand, and with both hands holding the staff, he fiercely thrust it at Grace's stomach from above!
Zhao Hu's series of changes were too fast, and Grace could not keep up with his pace at all. By the time he reacted, the end of the staff had already struck his stomach!
"Ah!" Grace, who had suffered a heavy blow to his stomach, could not help but bend over, and his stomach pulled in.
However, Zhao Hu, who had seized this opportunity, immediately struck while the iron was hot. Although he was lying on the ground, the staff had already moved down rapidly, arriving between Grace's legs. He performed a move called "Poking the Grass to Find the Snake", and the staff continuously slapped the middle of Grace's crotch, causing Grace to involuntarily spread his legs open. At this moment, Zhao Hu's staff suddenly whipped upwards, hitting the middle of his crotch. He had finally found that "snake" and hit it!
Grace let out a blood-curdling scream. Both his legs trembled, and he fell to his knees. A painful growl came from his throat, and he was in so much pain that he kept sucking in cold air. Although his hands were still holding onto the machetes, they had already moved to his crotch. It was unknown whether he was in pain from the snake or his balls, but the expression on his face was extremely interesting, and tears were about to fall from his eyes.
With one move, Zhao Hu defeated his enemy. He flipped over and sat up. With a fierce turn, the staff in his hand went straight for Grace's face!
Although his lower body was in pain, Grace was not a second-rate person. He tilted his neck to the side, dodging the staff, and immediately slashed at the staff with the machete in his hands. His attack was filled with hatred, and his strength was unparalleled. With two "Ka Chi, Ka Chi" sounds, the staff was actually cut into three sections by his machete! Its length was shortened by half in an instant.
Zhao Hu was taken aback. He immediately retracted the staff and stood up from the ground. He quickly rushed towards Grace, and the staff in his hand was aimed at the side of Grace's head!
Grace's legs were weak from the pain in his lower body, and he could not stand up to dodge. Furthermore, it was too late. In the blink of an eye, Zhao Hu was in front of him. Helpless, he raised his machete upwards, wanting to block Zhao Hu's staff strike!
"Bang!" Zhao Hu's staff smashed onto Grace's two machetes with great force, and one of Grace's machetes was knocked out of his hands.
But Zhao Hu was not finished. Before he could retract his staff, he raised his leg and kicked at Grace's face! Grace had no time to defend himself, and he was kicked in the chin. With a soft "Ka Chi" sound, his upper and lower teeth collided. If he had opened his mouth a little wider just now, this kick would have at least knocked out a few teeth in his mouth!
With his chin kicked, Grace could not help but tilt his head back, and his whole body fell backward. The back of his head hit the ground with a "Ka Chi" sound, and he immediately felt dizzy. Before he could recover from the dizziness, he felt a sharp pain in his thigh. The pain made him a little more awake, and he quickly looked down. Suddenly, a trace of fear flashed across his face.
He saw that Zhao Hu had kicked Grace, and immediately bent down to pick up the machete that had fallen to the ground. He slashed at Grace's thigh, and kept pulling it down, cutting a large wound on his thigh, and blood trickled out!
Grace, who had reacted, immediately slashed at Zhao Hu's head with the machete in his hand, but Zhao Hu dodged it nimbly.
Zhao Hu's body turned around, and he was already standing four or five steps away. He turned his head and looked at Grace coldly. If this was not a competition, and Zhao Hu wanted his life, he would not have slashed at his thigh, but at his stomach several times!
"Ah, ah!" Grace screamed in pain, and looked at Zhao Hu in horror. At this moment, Zhao Hu raised the machete in his hand, and was about to throw it at Grace from a distance!
Grace was so scared that he screamed and immediately shouted, "I admit defeat, I admit defeat!"
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