With the referee's announcement, Morales won the round.
"good!"
In the audience, soldiers from other countries except the North Korean camp burst into warm applause.
Huang Hongbing also smiled.
When Zhao Liang lost the game just now, although he didn't show it on his face, he was actually very nervous inside.
Now that he saw Morais's great victory, he could no longer suppress his inner ecstasy.
Lee Yun-ho slumped back in his chair.
It's over, all over.
There is basically no chance anymore.
As expected, with the referee's urging, Yin Er staggered onto the ring.
Because he had given all his strength to Yin Yi and was vomiting continuously, his face was paler than white paper and he couldn't even walk steadily.
He was like a puppy whose body had been drained by a group of rich women in their 40s.
However, he did not choose to abstain directly, but dared to go on stage. This is enough to demonstrate his character as a soldier.
The referee announced the start of the fight. Mo Laishi slowly walked up to Yin Er and lightly tapped his forehead with one finger. Yin Er didn't even try to resist and fell straight back.
After the referee counted down the seconds, he announced that Morais was the winner.
The North Korean side lost two of their three players, so there was no need to play anymore. China directly won the first game and got 2 points.
When Morais walked off the stage, Yuan Shugen immediately brought him mineral water and towels.
At this time, the referee announced: "Now for the second match, the two teams are Mongolia and South Korea. Please send your players to the stage."
"Coach Mo, who do you think will win?" Yuan Shugen asked curiously, looking at the arena.
"It's hard to say who will win. The key lies in who they send out." Morais took a sip of water and said.
The Mongolian side sent Abuda, a muscular and powerful Mongolian man.
The South Korean country sent Cui Dahai, the fat man who was two meters tall, weighed 200 kilograms, and was like a mountain of flesh.
Abuda gave Cui Dahai a thumbs-down gesture with disdain on his face.
Height alone is useless. You're just fat, nothing like my explosive muscles.
In contrast, Cui Dahai, facing Abuda's provocation, just smiled foolishly and looked like a mentally retarded person.
The referee gave the order and the game began.
Abuda launched the first attack.
He threw a punch, and Cui Dahai didn't dodge at all, and his fist hit Cui Dahai's stomach hard.
But before Abuda could feel happy, he felt as if his fist was hitting cotton, with no sense of force at all.
Cui Dahai hit Abuda's fist with his stomach, and Abuda took several steps back.
how so?
Abuda looked stunned.
However, he was not shocked for too long. The punch just now was just a test, and the next one was the killer move.
Mongolia excels in wrestling. According to legend, once a Mongolian wrestling master catches an opponent, he or she will never have a chance to stand up again.
You will be thrown down to the point of doubting your life until you lose your fighting ability.
There is an essential difference between Mongolian wrestling and Japanese judo. Although both are based on "wrestling techniques", Japanese judo mainly uses clever strength to knock down the opponent, while Mongolian wrestling uses real force to throw the opponent.
In Mongolia, anyone who is good at wrestling will be given the title of a warrior.
Abuda is naturally a man with the title of warrior, so he is extremely confident.
"ah……"
Abuda roared and rushed towards Cui Dahai again. He grabbed the opponent's belt with both arms and exerted force with his waist, trying to knock him down.
But an embarrassing scene occurred. Abuda lifted Cui Dahai and found that... Cui Dahai didn't move!
"Haha..." Cui Dahai was still grinning foolishly.
Abuda didn't believe it, so he stomped his feet on the ground, took a horse stance, and poured all his strength into his arms.
"ah……"
Or fucking... Ti! No! Move!
Silence, the whole place was dead silent!
"Hehe..." Cui Dahai continued to grin foolishly.
But to Abuda's ears, this laughter sounded more like a mockery.
Abra's face was flushed red, and she didn't know whether it was because of embarrassment or because she had just held it in.
I don't fucking believe it. Aren't you just a little heavier? I can lift a thousand-pound rock, so I don't believe I can't lift you.
Abuda immediately changed his posture, still holding Cui Dahai's belt with both hands, and put one foot around Cui Dahai's back, preparing to use the force to knock Cui Dahai down.
“Ah… bang!”
As soon as Abuda uttered the word, Cui Dahai slapped him on the head.
"You're so noisy."
After Cui Dahai finished speaking, he slapped Abuda twice more.
Three consecutive slaps landed on Abuda's head. Abuda's eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground with a bang.
Abuda was knocked unconscious by Cui Dahai with three slaps.
Silence, the whole place was dead silent!
Everyone looked at the arena like wooden sculptures.
"Fuck..."
I don’t know how long it was, but suddenly someone cursed the national quintessence, and the whole audience seemed to have pressed a switch and became restless again.
"Knocked down a Mongolian man with three slaps, that's too strong." Yuan Shugen said with his mouth wide open.
"He is very strong, yes, but he uses his height advantage to hit his opponent's head continuously, causing him to go into temporary shock. Mongolia has almost no solution to this move because wrestling itself requires close combat, but as long as they get close to Cui Dahai, it is almost like giving his head to him." Morais analyzed.
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