Living in an apartment: Only children make choices.

"These foreigners can't afford to play this game."

Hu Yifei said helplessly.

"Mom, there's a referee next to them."

"If there's a foul, they'll say so."

Yuan Chunli said with concern.

"Why isn't Zhanbo attacking?"

"If the other side isn't defending, what is he afraid of?"

Lin Yun said, squinting his eyes.

"Zhanbo is still a bit reserved."

"It's okay, it'll be fine after a while."

As he spoke, Lu Zhanbo finally changed his stance. He stopped protecting his head by pressing forward and instead used his left hand to protect his head while his right hand held the "597" symbol in front of him.

Connor smiled and tentatively threw two punches.

As Lu Zhanbo blocked the shot, he also began his attack.

Jab! A super-fast jab!

With his exceptionally long wingspan, Lu Zhanbo kept Connor out of his attack range.

Connor tried to punch in several times, but was pushed back by Lu Zhanbo's jab.

After several attempts, Connor's nose started bleeding.

But he wasn't in a hurry at all; he had enough confidence in his fighting spirit and powerful punches.

If you can't get in with your fists, then use your legs.

The moment Connor raised his leg, Lu Zhanbo immediately turned his hips to prepare for a low sweep.

However, the next second, Lu Zhanbo was punched squarely in the head.

Lin Yun stared wide-eyed.

"Superman Fist?"

"It seems Connor had already guessed that Zhanbo was waiting for his sweeping leg, so he deliberately created this opening."

"Connor won this game completely."

Hu Yifei said guiltily.

"So what do we do next?"

"I feel like Zhanbo is completely outmatched?"

Lin Yun waved his hand.

"A wise man keeps his talents hidden until the right time to act!"

"This is only the first round!"

As he spoke, Lu Zhanbo swept his sword low again, and this time Connor did not dodge.

In the next few dozen seconds, Lu Zhanbo and Connor traded wins and losses, but overall, Connor had the upper hand.

The first round ended, and Lu Zhanbo returned to the corner.

Lu Zhanbo began to complain.

"That guy's punches are fucking hard!"

"That punch just now felt like a hammer hitting my head."

Spider-Man spoke.

"Don't worry about distance, just fire!"

"This is a championship match. If the scores are close, the winner will definitely be awarded the title!"

Lu Zhanbo shook his head.

"No, he's in charge of counter-attacks!"

"If I take the initiative to attack, I will only expose my weaknesses."

"I can't beat him..."

Spider-Man slapped Lu Zhanbo hard.

"What did you say?"

"How could you not beat him!"

"Cheer up! You didn't come all this way just to get beaten up!"

"Your family, friends, and girlfriend are all watching your game!"

"You are now representing your country, you..."

Lu Zhanbo raised his hand to interrupt Spider-Man's speech.

"enough!"

At this moment, Lu Zhanbo's fighting spirit was higher than ever before!

Bianjiao also hurriedly spoke up.

"Zhanbo, get your act together, don't embarrass yourself!"

Lu Zhanbo shouted loudly.

"Grass!"

The second round begins.

Lu Zhanbo started with a standard Brazilian flying kick and launched an attack directly after approaching Connor.

The sudden outburst did cause Connor some trouble, but he quickly adapted to his opponent's rhythm.

As Connor prepared to dodge, Lu Zhanbo suddenly grabbed Connor's neck and delivered a knee strike.

The knee strike was quite powerful; after taking it, Connor's breathing became erratic.

Just as Lu Zhanbo was about to repeat his old trick, Connor suddenly broke free and escaped Lu Zhanbo's control.

With his guard up, Connor became even more slippery, always managing to outrun Lu Zhanbo with his agile footwork.

With a beautiful combination of punches, Connor landed several blows on Lu Zhanbo. Lu Zhanbo desperately tried to protect his head, but Connor immediately followed up with a punch to the abdomen.

By the time Lu Zhanbo tried to retaliate, the other party had already returned to a safe position.

The second round has ended.

Lu Zhanbo rubbed his swollen eye sockets.

"No, we can't catch him."

Spider-Man said seriously.

"He's in a reverse stance, switch to an orthodox stance and do a low kick to his legs..."

"If your leg is injured, you will naturally move more slowly."

"For the next two rounds, you just need to keep your eyes on your opponent's legs and keep kicking them!"

"You've already lost two rounds. If you lose the third round, you'll have no choice but to aim for the final blow."

After saying that, Spider-Man spoke seriously.

"Zhanbo, remember this!"

"Protect yourself, kick your legs, conserve your energy!"

Lu Zhanbo nodded, then stood up.

Connor waved to Zhanbo as he landed, and the game resumed.

Connor became more and more relaxed as the fight progressed, even resorting to moves like the roundhouse kick...

Lu Zhanbo continued to play it safe, occasionally using low sweeps to attack Connor's supporting leg.

Lu Zhanbo was using an open strategy at this moment. Everyone present knew that Lu Zhanbo was eyeing Connor's legs, but Connor really had no way to do anything about it.

Because that's his fighting style, he can only rely on dodging and blocking to deal with Lu Zhanbo's low sweeps.

But after a while, he would get hit a few times, and Connor would start to pant for breath from constantly dodging.

When Lu Zhanbo successfully swept low again, Connor suddenly stumbled and moved closer to the edge of the cage.

Lu Zhanbo hurried forward, but suddenly stopped.

The next second, Connor's left fist grazed his nose.

Seeing that his plot had failed, Connor's gait returned to normal, and he no longer looked injured.

0.2 Now that half the time has passed, Lu Zhanbo seized the opportunity and landed a straight punch on Connor's nose.

As blood streamed from his nose, he prepared to retreat and defend.

But he can no longer back down.

Connor stepped on Lu Zhanbo's toes and landed a precise right hook on Lu Zhanbo's chin.

Lu Zhanbo immediately went to defense, but then delivered a left punch that he had been planning for a long time.

When the fist landed on Lu Zhanbo's face, his mind went blank, and he even forgot that he was in a match.

Hu Yifei screamed.

"Zhanbo is dangling!"

"Zhanbo, defend!!"

"Zhanbo!"

Although the brain temporarily loses consciousness, the body has already reacted.

This match featured the first dive takedown!