Chapter 62 Wing Chun, Lu Qi

"Scarlet Beast", as the largest underground boxing club in Los Santos, has been operating for many years, and has gained a good reputation with diversified modes such as indiscriminate fighting and caged death fights, as well as a large number of loyal fans who love fighting.

　　Among them, Hollywood stars, workers, taxi drivers and even the fat house where people from different classes gather in this underground space mixed with blood and sweat, just to release the most primitive wildness in their hearts.

　　In the sound of roars and insults, it is dissatisfaction and accusation against real life, and it is also a long-lasting pressure.

　　And the sponsor of the club sells such a platform to release wildness and pressure...

　　Lu Qi, who had just opened the door, looked around and was surprised to find that the audience seemed to be a bit large, and the seats were almost full!

　　The eyes of nearly a thousand people were all focused on him, making Lu Qi, who was participating in this kind of competition for the first time, somewhat nervous.

　　However, the "enthusiasm" of the audience immediately suppressed the tension.

　　"Stinky bitch!"

　　"Soft egg, go back and find your mother!"

　　"Boy, you will die miserably, yes, miserable!!"

　　"Woo~woo~woo~"

　　Amid the fragrant breath and the warm boos, Lu Qi took a deep breath, then stepped forward, walked through the somewhat narrow aisle, stepped on the stairs of the ring, and slowly walked up to the ring.

　　And his opponent was already in the ring, waiting for him...

　　It was a strong bald man with a height of nearly 1.9 meters, with a bare upper body and only a pair of tight wrestling pants.

　　A devil tattoo with goat horns and grinning teeth covered his left chest, as if mocking Lu Qi's self-control.

　　Hmm... Judging from the opponent's pectoral muscles and the exploding muscles that cannot be ignored on the whole body, Lu Qi felt that if he was hit with a punch, at least one or two ribs would be broken.

　　Of course, in the case of being hit, it's like this...

　　The other party also seemed to have noticed Lu Qi's eyes looking up and down.

　　The bald-headed strong man grinned, stretched out his thumb, stroked his neck slowly, and said to Lu Qi:

　　"Little man, I will torture you slowly, don't worry..."

　　Standing opposite the strong bald man, Lu Qi, who is 1.78 meters tall, looks more than a circle smaller.

　　Such a difference in size made Franklin, who was sitting in the auditorium not far from the ring, break into a cold sweat for Lu Qi.

　　"Gentlemen and ladies, in the indiscriminate fight tonight, the two sides are Kung Fu boys..."

　　Before he finished speaking, the entire basement suddenly rang out with uniform boos.

　　"Also, "Smash Machine" McGuire!"

　　When the host introduced the bald strong man, there was a burst of frantic cheers at the scene.

　　"Wow!!"

　　"Crush! Crush! Crush!!!"

　　"Quil, kill him!"

　　Obviously, as the champion who has won six indiscriminate fights in a row, the fans of the bald and strong man are much more than Lu Qi.

　　If ninety-nine out of one hundred people support the bald-headed strong man, then the remaining one is Lu Qi's supporter.

　　And that person happened to be Franklin who couldn't bear to look directly.

　　"It seems that the outcome has already been decided before it even begins... Then, let's wait and see what exciting scenes will come next!"

　　After the host left, only Lu Qi, who was wearing a mask, and a strong bald man were left in the entire arena.

　　Indiscriminate fighting means that there are no restrictions on body size, age, or means. As long as you use any part of your body to hit (dry) and defeat (drop) your opponent, you will win!

　　Unlike Lu Qi, McGuire didn't have any protection for his hands, not even bandages.

　　From this detail, we can also know that the other party seems to be very confident in his own strength, and he doesn't seem to care whether his hand will be injured or not.

　　Standing in the center of the ring, Lu Qixian took half a step forward with his right leg, and put his hands in a Wing Chun starter posture. In standard Mandarin, he said solemnly:

　　"Wing Chun, Lu Qi!"

　　As soon as the words fell, Lu Qi's eyes changed suddenly, like a sword that was unsheathed, extremely sharp!

　　Facing Lu Qi's torch-like gaze, the bald-headed man seemed to sense a little momentum from his opponent, so he couldn't help but put away the sneer on his face and put on a boxing stance.

　　With the "ding" coming from off the field, the two people standing on the ring moved at the same time!

　　Of the two, Lu Qi was faster!

　　I saw his figure suddenly rush up, his feet connected on the ground of the ring, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the front of the bald strong man.

　　Obviously he didn't expect Lu Qi to rush in front of him so quickly, and the bald-headed strong man was stunned for a moment. However, the combat reaction honed in actual combat, subconsciously drove him to swing his right fist and swept Lu Qi's left face sharply.

　　The violent sound of breaking wind swept in his ears, but the expression under Lu Qi's mask remained calm.

　　He suddenly raised his left arm, blocked it in front of his left face, turned his right hand into a fist, and slammed into the opponent's forearm flexor muscles.

　　boom! A sound, a low collision.

　　A powerful right hook,

It was easily blocked by Lu Qi's left arm, and the blow of his right fist also played a role in releasing the force.

　　I only felt a slight numbness in the forearm muscles, and subconsciously retracted a little strength.

　　Just as he was about to withdraw his right fist, Lu Qi's counterattack had arrived!

　　At the moment when he blocked the opponent's right hook, Lu Qi moved his footsteps slightly, bullied his body forward, and took advantage of the situation with his right elbow to face the opponent's abdomen and hit him hard!

　　Bang!

　　The abdomen is the softest part of the human body. Under normal circumstances, this blow is enough to make ordinary people lose their combat effectiveness.

　　However, Lu Qi's swift elbow hit the opponent's abdomen, but it was as hard as hitting an iron plate.

　　Even if he returned without success, the strength of the blow forced the bald-headed man to take two steps back.

　　He raised his fists high to protect his head to prevent Lu Qi from chasing the bald strong man, looked down at his eight-pack abs, smiled contemptuously, and then looked at Lu Qi:

　　"The speed is not bad, but the strength... just a little bit worse."

　　"Really, then try again!"

　　Before he finished speaking, Lu Qi stepped on the ground with his legs and attacked his opponent again.

　　Bang bang bang!

　　The competition in the arena was completely beyond the expectations of the audience.

　　In their eyes, the masked boy who should have been dealt with by McGuier in three or two strokes, did not lose in the fist-to-meat fight.

　　What surprised everyone even more was that Lu Qi, who was lighter in weight and smaller in stature, actually took the initiative!

　　Seeing Lu Qi taking advantage of his agility, constantly dodging the attacks of the bald man, and giving back fire from time to time, Franklin in the audience was very excited:

　　"Yeah! That's it, man!"

　　"Watch your steps, move..."

　　"Yeah, get behind him and kick his ass..."

　　While shouting excitedly, Franklin was waving his fists, as if it was not Lu Qi but him on the stage.

　　As everyone knows, some spectators around who bought McGuire's victory have already cast a fierce look at him.

　　From the audience's point of view, what he saw was that he was walking beside the strong bald man, showing a slight upper hand.

　　However, only Lu Qi himself knew that he encountered a tough stubble...