Chapter 619 Who Is the Real Master?

Zhuo Yang's expression suddenly changed and he jumped forward.

Gattuso and Petre Bonacio squared off and faced off against each other for ten seconds, then suddenly exchanged hands, which immediately shocked Zhuo Yang.

Ba Ye didn't take any action, and it was Bonacio who took the lead in attacking, but it was just a tentative left-hand jab, which was extremely ordinary. But Ba Ye did not shrink his head and dodge, nor did he take the opportunity to bend his body to fight back. Buonaxiu's jab directly hit the fists he had raised to protect his face, and Ba Ye's fists were scattered. The door is open.

Bonacio reacted quickly, followed by two left and right punches that hit Ba Ye sharply on the cheek. The force was very strong. Gattuso's head was completely defenseless, and his arms immediately softened after suffering the heavy blow. , his eyes immediately became distracted.

Zhuo Yang was shocked! For a moment he seemed to understand everything.

As if drunk, Gattuso staggered back two steps and was caught by the wall of the passage. Although he still wanted to struggle, he still couldn't help but slumped down the wall. Bonacio was still chasing after him, and he raised his fist to continue to hit Gattuso who had lost the ability to resist.

Zhuo Yang was horrified and yelled angrily: "How dare you!" In desperation, he flew up to him without thinking. Bounaxiu turned around urgently, took a step forward, and struck Zhuoyang directly in the face with a heavy right fist.

As the bully was approaching, Zhuo Yang raised his arm to block, letting the swift and violent punch pass by with the sound of wind. At the same time, he swung his right leg quickly and hit the outside of the knee joint of Bonaxiu's left leg like a copper whip.

The thundering low whip kick made Bonacio unable to bear the pain and kicked his left leg until it was weak. The moment he collapsed, Zhuo Yang's attacks followed one after another. A vicious blow with his left palm, a sharp strike with his right elbow, hitting both sides of Bonacio's temples twice in succession, followed by a knee strike with his left leg, which was pressing against the chest of Bonacio who was collapsing downwards.

The old guy was knocked out with blood spurting out.

Still resisting the beating, Bunahio did not fall down. Instead, he gritted his teeth and stood up straight, then raised his fist tenaciously to fight Zhuo Yang, who was rushing towards him.

In order to prepare for the fight scheduled with Jia Ba Ye at the end of the year, Zhuo Yang carried out special training targeting the boxer's offensive and defensive weaknesses, even though he did not have Ba Ye's information, every day. Unexpectedly, I haven't tried it with Gattuso yet, so I used it on the old man today.

Due to their professional characteristics, boxers' lower body defense is very weak and they are almost unable to resist the opponent's low whip attack. Once the feet are restrained, the boxer's punches will become chaotic and the power will naturally be greatly reduced. Wrestling is also a trump card against boxers, while ground skills are a boxer's Achilles' heel.

All the fighting power of a boxer lies in those terrifying fists, and they specialize in their skills.

However, don't think that you can defeat a boxer if you know their weaknesses. You must know what you are capable of. All weaknesses are for masters and cannot be bullied by ordinary people.

The low whip kick on the left side was fierce again. Zhuo Yang grabbed the soft fist that Bunahio barely handed over, punched his armpit with his right fist, then clamped Bunahio's arm and swung it over. Shoulder fall.

‘Boom! ’ Even though he was wearing thick clothes in winter, Bonacio was thrown so hard that he didn’t recognize his relatives; even if the floor of the passage was clean, it was still dusty.

Buonaxiu is actually not that weak. If we only talk about fists, Zhuo Yang may not be his opponent. But the easy knockdown of Gattuso just now made Bonahio feel that he underestimated the enemy. More importantly, Zhuoyang's targeted training during this period was very effective.

Stepping on Buonaxiu's right hand, squatting down and pressing Buonaxiu's abdomen with his left knee to prevent him from struggling, Zhuo Yang used his best Kung Fu - Big Ear Post.

'Snapped! Snapped! Snapped! ’

"I let you be disrespectful."

He waved his arm to block the pitiful left fist from Bunaxiu, ‘Bang! Snapped! Snapped! ’

"I'll make you choke!"

Then he waved his arm to block the pitiful left fist punched by Bonacio, ‘Pah! Snapped! Snapped! ’

"I'll let you beat me!"

Bunahio was whipped into confusion and was completely unable to resist. He was crushed and defeated by Zhuo Yang. But Zhuo Yang didn't intend to end it like this. He lifted up Bonaxiu halfway by the collar. He rolled around behind him and sat down against the wall. His two small arms clamped Bonaxiu's neck back and forth, and his right hand He reached back from the front and grabbed the crook of his left arm.

Naked choke in a locked position!

"I'll strangle you old thing!" He didn't use any force on his hands, but the threat on his lips was murderous.

"Don't think that I don't dare to fight if I'm over fifty. I've beaten only one or two people in their eighties." Of course, it's just bragging, it's fake.

Buonaxiu panicked. He dared not be able to shake Zhuo Yang's strong arm at all. He believed that Zhuo Yang really wanted to kill him. Buonaxiu gave up under the threat of death.

"...spare...spare...spare...life!" Bunacius whined weakly in his throat, like a dying hen.

"Now you know how to beg for mercy? Now you know you have offended people you shouldn't have offended?"

"knew……"

"I can let you go, but if you dare to tell me what happened today, I will chase you to the end of the world and kill you." Zhuoyang suddenly became extremely sinister: "Did you hear me clearly?"

"Clear... clear... spare... life..."

Zhuo Yang released his legs that were wrapped around Buonaxiu, then released his arms, threw him aside with all his strength, then stood up and looked at him solemnly.

Bonacio lay on the ground breathing and coughing desperately, causing the ground to be stained with blood. After I finally managed to stand up, my legs were still trembling. "I promise not to tell, absolutely not. I threw it myself, no one hit me."

"You've never been here."

"Yes, yes, I've never been here, never been here..."

"roll!"

"Yes, yes, I'll get out, get out right now..."

Bunahio limped away slowly while holding on to the wall, and his staggering figure disappeared into A. Zhuoyang never dealt with him again, nor saw this person again.

Quietness returned to the passage. Gattuso, the eighth master, sat on the ground and leaned against the wall in despair, staring blankly at Zhuo Yang. At this moment, loud cheers came from above, and tens of thousands of people shouted "Pippo, Pippo". It must be that Master Jiu scored again. The two of them listened to the excitement on the court for a while. They both liked Jiu Ye's goal.

Gattuso's mouth was bleeding. Zhuoyang wanted to wipe it for him and touched the pocket of the team's down jacket wrapped around him. There was nothing in it. Zhuo Yang walked to Master Ba and sat down next to him, leaning against the wall.

"Baye, are you okay?"

Gattuso lowered his head, then raised his head and laughed "haha". The laughter was full of desolation and pain, and he burst into tears.

Zhuo Yang ignored him and leaned against the wall, letting Gattuso laugh and cry. At this moment, he had no intention of laughing at Gattuso, and he didn't feel funny at all. Only a touch of sadness lingered in his heart. I feel sad for Gattuso, but also sad for the man's stubbornness and the difficulty of life.

Gattuso wiped away his tears. Sitting on the ground, he was no longer a lion, but just a small man who had removed all his auras. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, looked at it, and rolled up his sleeves to wipe the blood clean.

The eighth master spoke, his voice was like the faint sound of a temple bell in the mist of the early morning in the water town, and his breath was thick and the sound was very ethereal.

"I can't box at all, not at all."

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