You should know, back then before Gu Shiyin guided Yin Hu, although he was stronger than the average man, he was at the bottom in terms of skill within the team. Relying on his pitiful boxing skills, he couldn’t win at all.
At this mont, Yin Hu felt stuck between advancing and retreating!
"If you hesitate any longer, you’ll likely beco a disgrace to your Mr. Bo’s family," Zuzi remarked indifferently.
Yin Hu was not competing on behalf of himself; he represented the Imperial Team. If he lost for the Imperial Team, it would ultimately disgrace Bao Gucheng and the entire Empire.
Yin Hu felt a sudden shock in his heart, like a light illuminating his mind, montarily clearing everything: "Miss Xi, do you really have a way to help ?"
"I’m not helping you." Her tone was calm and bland, like a sea without temperature but stirring waves within one’s heart, "I’m rely showing you a path to survival."
Zuzi raised her delicate hand lightly, and in an instant, the verdant grass leaves on the lawn rose up, swaying in the air, resembling the form of a little person.
Looking closely, the little figure twisted and turned, practicing a familiar yet strange set of boxing techniques.
"Military boxing?!" Yin Hu was stunned. Could it be that Miss Xi really wanted him to use military boxing against his opponent?
Wait.
No!
This wasn’t ordinary military boxing.
This military boxing was improved, making crucial adjustnts in movent transitions, instantly turning the technique into a potent offensive force, with every punch hitting the mark!
Just watching the "Grass Leaves Martial Movent" carried an indescribable majestic aura.
Yin Hu widened his eyes, desperately peering with his blurred vision, rembering, and contemplating deeply in his heart...
His years of diligent practice had honed his excellent mory and learning ability; within re minutes, he had firmly morized the Grass Leaf Boxing.
Raising his head, just about to thank her, he found that Zuzi was no longer on the grass.
The silhouette in plain clothing seed as if she had never been there.
Yin Hu propped up his body, covered in blood, and struggled to stand up. Looking back, the field had already beco the domain of the M country’s representative team.
Mike, who had faced him earlier, was surrounded with admiration by stars in the front row of the M country’s VIP seats. The two matches going on in the arena were also swaying in favor of the other M country players, seemingly close to victory.
And the Imperial Team’s zero score was a huge sha, displayed on the screen.
Yin Hu took a deep breath and stepped onto the field: "I demand a rematch. Mike, do you dare?"
Upon hearing this provocation, the M country camp burst into laughter.
The laughter was wanton and pompous.
"Hahaha, the presumptuous Eastern dwarf, what, not satisfied since we didn’t beat your eyeball out?"
"You’re already at zero points, what do you have to compete with us?"
"Get out, dwarf, go back and tell your leader, your Empire is not worthy to challenge us!"
"Who’s their leader again?"
"I heard the surna is Bao, is it? Ah, right, the one who wants to resign and fish in the sea, no wonder he leads a group of losers, hahaha..."
Yin Hu gritted his teeth: "..."
Even if he’s incompetent, but these bastards mocked and scorned Mr. Bo because of him.
Indeed, he was a disgrace.
Taking a deep breath, he shouted loudly: "As a man, if you have the guts, let’s do this for real. What good is trash-talking? If I lose this ti, you can kill on the spot and I won’t protest. If I win, then the 180 points must be refunded to ! Do you dare to bet with ?!"
The audience roared upon hearing this.
Wow——!
This was a gamble of life!
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