Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 816 Completely powerless to resist
boom!
Another low sweep.

This time, however, Li Xia had adapted to his opponent's rhythm, or rather, guessed his opponent's attack method. Although Big L's low sweep was very fast, Li Xia blocked it with a knee raise.

But the force didn't dissipate; the violent impact slammed into Li Xia's shinbone with a "boom," still causing him intense, burning pain.

Taking advantage of the stiffness after Da L retracted his leg, Li Xia followed up with a backhand hook punch, but Da L dodged it by diving down and then jumped back two steps to create distance.

Just as Li Xia was about to catch his breath, the opposing Big L suddenly changed lanes, flanking Li Xia's right side and sweeping his leg again, this time slightly higher – a mid-sweep!

With a thud, the kick landed squarely on Li Xia's ribs.

hiss!
Li Xia gasped, feeling as if many insects were burrowing into his heart and lungs. He staggered back two steps before barely managing to steady himself.

Instinctively, he quickly took seven or eight steps back, trying to escape Big L's attack range.

Instead of quickly retracting his leg to continue the pursuit, Big L assumed a mid-volley kick stance on the concrete ground, remaining motionless for a few seconds before slowly and steadily retracting his right leg, which had been extended, and standing sideways.

Although there were no audience members present, Da L's actions were clearly intended for the viewers watching the live stream online.

If Li Xia weren't the one he was whipping, he would have had to admit that Li Xia's legwork was quite impressive.

Big L, having re-established his fighting stance, gave a cold smile and slightly raised his chin.

At this moment, Li Xia realized that this match was nothing more than an exhibition match, and he was just a moving target.

Its function is similar to the boxing gloves that Big L never throws—it's just one of many tools used to attract the audience. Li Xia's earlier assumption that the opponent would hold back was merely wishful thinking.

That's fine, at least he won't be instantly killed. If he grinds it down slowly, an opportunity will eventually arise. Li Xia, whose emotions had been stirred up earlier, gradually calmed down after a few whip kicks.

This time, Big L didn't press forward. Instead, it stood still, facing the four cameras, slowly turning around while continuously extending its legs, performing low-level, medium-level, and high-level scans in sequence.

With the left foot remaining still as support, the upper body tilts slightly, and the right foot quickly lifts off the ground, first raising the knee sharply above the waist, and then the lower leg sweeps outward rapidly.

The entire movement was fluid and graceful, like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, instantly cleaving through the air. The toes were like sword tips, reaching almost the same height as Big L's head at the peak of the high sweep.

One sweep, one turn, one sweep, one turn.

Even though he knew the other party was showing off their strength and skills to the fans in the live stream, Li Xia was still annoyed by this blatant disrespect during the match.

When Big L turned halfway, exposing its back completely to Li Xia, Li Xia instantly sprang into action, lunging forward at breakneck speed, hoping to directly strike Big L's back.

As a result, it seemed as if Big L had eyes in the back of his head, and immediately followed up with a spinning back kick, which landed squarely on Li Xia's abdomen.

The force of the forward thrust, combined with the reaction force of the forward kick, caused Li Xia to lose his balance. He stumbled back several steps and fell to the ground, unable to catch his breath. His strength was instantly drained.

Intense pain immediately swept through his body. Li Xia propped himself up with his right hand, clutching his kicked abdomen tightly with his left hand, trying desperately to breathe, but every breath he took was painful.

Big L maintained a relaxed smile, looked down at his opponent who was lying half-lying on the ground in agony, and a hint of smugness flashed in his eyes.

A group of staff members wearing Yaksha masks stood in twos and threes around the perimeter. Tonight's match was as simple as expected; they had no need to intervene. In previous bare-knuckle boxing matches, these Yaksha masks served two purposes.

First, the exaggerated ghost masks make the competition more mysterious, thereby arousing the audience's tension and excitement; second, the Yaksha is responsible for ensuring the rules and order of the competition, and at the same time, it is also to forcibly intervene and quickly control the situation if the contestants lose control.

However, it was obvious that Big L controlled the game very well tonight, and they didn't need to do anything extra. They just needed to act as the atmosphere-maker.

"Stand up." Big L looked down, crossed his arms with his boxing gloves, and said coldly, "You kid who hasn't even grown his hair yet, the match isn't over."

Li Xia gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and slowly got up.

why?
I only took three or four kicks, and I just collapsed to the ground like an idiot?
"Pah!" Li Xia spat a mouthful of bloody saliva onto the ground, wiped his mouth, and prepared to continue.

At this moment, Big L suddenly launched an attack, leaping forward and sweeping his leg low. The arc of his kick ended in the same spot as before: Li Xia's calf.

Damn it, they're still using this trick!
This is too bullying!
This is clearly an insulting style of play, implying that I'm just going to kick you like this, and you know it, I know it, and the audience knows it too.

But what can you do?
These thoughts flashed through Li Xia's mind in a matter of seconds. In reality, he clearly knew and saw the low sweeping leg that Big L was about to deliver.

For some reason, he couldn't lift his knee to defend, and could only watch helplessly as the whip kick landed precisely on his leg.

boom!
Li Xia knelt on the ground again. This time, he no longer had the strength to do another roll. Although he couldn't see it, the sound of wind breaking through the air came again.

Now, I can hear it more clearly than when I'm standing.

boom!
A slightly higher low sweep hit Li Xia's weak spot once again.

Li Xia was kicked away, and then felt a tightness in his throat, as if something was about to come out. He gritted his teeth and swallowed it.

With his limbs braced on the ground, Li Xia struggled to lift his head and looked at Big L, who wasn't even panting. He felt a sense of despair and helplessness.

Before his opponent even threw a punch, he was already completely overwhelmed by the unchanging whip kicks, unable to offer any resistance whatsoever. He couldn't even touch Big L's trouser leg.

"Can't stand up anymore?" Big L, who had the upper hand, didn't hold back, mocking, "It hasn't even been a minute, has it? With a sissy like you, will you be able to have a son in the future?"

Provoked by this, the hot-blooded Li Xia stood up unsteadily again, and used the back of his bandaged right hand to wipe his blood-bubbling lips.

He's been in quite a few fights in his life, with both wins and losses, but he's never encountered such a pathetic fighting style before.

Why do we say that seasoned veterans won't push young men to their deaths in a fight? Because if you provoke them, they really will go all out, without any hesitation.

At this moment, Li Xia, whose adrenaline was surging, was physically exhausted, but mentally he was just beginning to recover.

"now it's right."

The experienced Big L laughed: The audience hasn't seen enough blood yet.

(End of this chapter)