Zhang Haiyang threw a straight punch at Zhong Yuemin.
Zhong Yuemin didn't dare to be careless when it came to Zhang Haiyang. He quickly used a wrestling technique to block Zhang Haiyang's punch. He then went forward to grab Zhang Haiyang's arm and threw him over his shoulder, wanting to throw Zhang Haiyang to the ground.
Zhang Haiyang did not expect Zhong Yuemin's reaction to be so fast. He seized the opportunity to counterattack in an instant.
Of course, he wasn't a newbie. When Zhong Yuemin grabbed his arm and wanted to throw him over his shoulder, his right hand, which was attacking Zhong Yuemin, quickly blocked Zhong Yuemin's waist, preventing him from exerting any strength.
In wrestling techniques, the shoulder throw required the use of waist strength. As long as one used strength to hit the opponent's waist, the opponent's technique would be useless.
Just as Zhong Yuemin was about to throw Zhang Haiyang to the ground, he felt Zhang Haiyang's right hand pressing against his waist.
Zhong Yuemin knew that he couldn't knock Zhang Haiyang down, so he immediately let go of him.
"Kid, your reaction is not bad."
Zhong Yuemin said to Zhang Haiyang after letting go of him.
"Your reflexes are not bad either."
When Zhang Haiyang heard Zhong Yuemin praise his reaction speed, he also said that his reaction speed was not bad.
"Good luck, Ocean."
At this moment, the stubborn lords of Zhang Haiyang's Courtyard No. 1 saw that Zhang Haiyang and Zhong Yuemin were fighting. They hurriedly cheered for Zhang Haiyang.
"Yuemin, you can do it! Yuemin, you can do it!"
When Zheng Tong and Yuan Jun saw the stubborn masters in Zhang Haiyang's courtyard cheering for him, they hurriedly cheered for Zhong Yuemin.
For a moment.
Zhang Haiyang and Zhong Yuemin, the two stubborn masters of the courtyard, were cheering for the two of them.
"Kid, eat my leg."
Zhang Haiyang raised his leg and sent a whip-kick towards Zhong Yuemin's waist.
Zhong Yuemin smiled when he saw Zhang Haiyang kicking him.
The best technique for wrestling practitioners was to fall. As long as they seized the opportunity, they could throw their opponent to the ground and subdue them.
Zhong Yuemin took advantage of the loophole in Zhang Haiyang's whip kick and raised his hand from the bottom up, directly raising Zhang Haiyang's whip kick.
Zhang Haiyang did not expect Zhong Yuemin's reaction to be so fast. He had broken through his whip kick in an instant.
When Zhong Yuemin grabbed Zhang Haiyang's leg, he quickly kicked Zhang Haiyang's leg.
Pa.
Zhang Haiyang's sole support point was his single leg. Now that Zhong Yuemin had kicked him down, Zhang Haiyang's entire body lost its support point and fell to the ground with a thud.
How could Zhong Yuemin let go of such a good opportunity?
The moment Zhang Haiyang fell to the ground, he flipped Zhang Haiyang's body over and made him face the ground with his back facing the sky. He sat down on Zhang Haiyang's waist and then used the strangulation and guillotine move from the mass boxing to subdue Zhang Haiyang.
Zhang Haiyang had been subdued by Zhong Yuemin in less than three minutes.
"Are you convinced?"
Zhong Yuemin whispered into Zhang Haiyang's ear.
"I refuse to accept this."
Zhang Haiyang felt extremely aggrieved.
He and Zhong Yuemin had been suppressed by the other party in less than three minutes of solo practice. How could the proud Zhang Haiyang accept this?
Hearing Zhang Haiyang's refusal, Zhong Yuemin tightened his grip on Zhang Haiyang's neck again.
Instantly.
Zhang Haiyang's entire face was flushed red, and the bruises on his face were popping out. He looked like he was having difficulty breathing.
"Are you convinced?"
Zhong Yuemin asked Zhang Haiyang again if he was convinced.
In the world of stubborn masters, as long as you could make the other party submit to you, it was equivalent to subduing the other party. To stubborn masters like them, face was more important than their lives.
"I'm not convinced. If you have the ability, let me go and come again.”
Zhang Haiyang answered Zhong Yuemin with difficulty.
"Alright, then I'll let you go and come again.”
Zhong Yuemin knew that it was impossible for him to subdue Zhang Haiyang like this. He could only let Zhang Haiyang go and compete with him.
With that, Zhong Yuemin let go of Zhang Haiyang.
"Come, I'll teach you martial arts today.”
Zhong Yuemin stood up and arrogantly said to Zhang Haiyang.
"Brat, go to hell!"
After Zhang Haiyang stood up, he immediately used a series of whip kicks to attack Zhong Yuemin's left and right sides.
Pa, pa, pa, pa.
Zhang Haiyang's consecutive kicks landed on Zhong Yuemin's thighs.
"Yes."
Zhong Yuemin seized the opportunity to grab Zhang Haiyang's foot again. He used the same move to grab Zhang Haiyang's foot and kicked him to the ground again.
The same scene appeared before everyone's eyes.
Zhong Yuemin sat on Zhang Haiyang's waist and once again locked onto Zhang Haiyang's neck.
"Are you convinced?"
"I don't accept this. You only used this move to lose. How can I accept this? If you have the ability, use other moves to defeat me.”
Zhang Haiyang saw that he had been defeated by Zhong Yuemin's move again. He had lost all his face, but he still gritted his teeth and told Zhong Yuemin that he was not convinced. He wanted Zhong Yuemin to use other moves to defeat him and make him convinced.
"Alright, let's do it again."
(I'll update a chapter later. Flowers broke 1,000. I mean it. Survival mission collection, evaluation, flowers)
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