amaotonovel Chapter 183 No One Can Fight
Chapter 183 No One Can Fight
Chapter 183 There is no one who can fight
Samps is not well-known but not weak. He may not be well-known among the fans, but he is still very recognized among Valencia players. Seeing him being bullied, others immediately greeted him.
A group of people squeezed into Atletico Madrid's half. At the beginning, Moya and Alvaro were in the middle to mediate, and the referee mercilessly gave Samps and Costain one card each. The two sides began to be separated slowly, and they tended to calm down.
Although there were no fists or kicks facing each other, one pushed the other, and the other pinched the neck of the other. The whole Mestalla stadium seemed to explode.
A group of young lads from Valencia had long been irritated by Atletico Madrid's clumsy style of play. Almost in the blink of an eye, the scene fell into chaos. The curses of various countries were interpreted in various languages. It was like a meeting of the United Nations. It was very lively.
When Chu Yang rushed over from the other half, the scene was at its most chaotic.
The fans in Valencia were having a good time, but they became worried when they saw that Chu Yang was about to join. The fans who watched the live broadcast were greeting Costan, but they immediately turned their attention to Chu Yang.
The live camera also focused on him in a cooperative manner.
"This is a very beautiful tackle. Sampos has no problem at all, and Costan's movement is very dangerous. He jumped up to avoid it. There is nothing wrong with him, but when he fell, he stretched his feet towards Sampos. It can be seen that Sampos has an obvious dodge action, otherwise his calf may suffer."
"I don't think this steal is the main cause of the conflict. Atletico Madrid's sudden tough style of play in the second half gave us a premonition of this scene. The return of Costan has revealed another recessive gene in Atletico Madrid. No one knows whether this is good or bad for them. Just like the season they won the La Liga championship, although they won the final victory, they lost the hearts of many fans."
"Chu Yang is here, we hope he can deal with it calmly, and don't get involved in unnecessary conflicts..."
The rabbi was planning to teach Moya how to be a good man, when he suddenly felt a pat on the shoulder, and he didn't bother to pay attention to who it was, so he shook it without thinking.
"what!"
The rabbi didn't hit the opponent, instead he screamed first, feeling his arm was clamped by a vise, and then felt a strong force pulling him back, and then he fell backwards wobbly.
"Who? Which bastard?"
The rabbi managed to stand still, and when he looked up, he saw a figure walking into the crowd from behind.
In other words, go inside.
Starting from the outermost edge, sweeping all the way, like throwing a sack, pulling with the left hand and tugging with the right, the person caught by him will fly backwards with an "ahhh".
A group of people were arguing in full swing. They wanted to fight but couldn't. They already had a big fire in their hearts. When they were suddenly stopped, they were naturally even more upset. They were about to fight back, but they found that they could only be killed in seconds.
"Fuck, who?"
Crack, fly out one.
"FU*CK!"
Crack, another one.
"Hey! Hey!"
Crack, the fourth one.
After a while, the crowd became smaller and smaller like bandages with stitches removed, and finally only the two buddies in the central area remained.
As long as you don't really fight on the court, just come and go.
Push each other back and forth, and then pinch each other's chin or pinch each other's neck, as if you have something to say but don't be too arrogant.
Samps and Costan in the innermost are like this bird, pinching each other's neck, greeting each other in different languages, but cursing, hey, why is Mao so quiet?
As soon as Costan came up with an idea, he felt a hand on his shoulder, and his footsteps suddenly faltered. He couldn't help being startled, and swung his fist as big as a casserole reflexively.
All the audience was stunned.
They followed the camera and watched the man step by step, moving forward!forward!forward!It seemed that a hot blood gushed out from the heart, climbed up along the veins of the whole body, and rushed straight to the brain.
It's not as aesthetically pleasing as martial arts movies, and it's not as exaggerated as in hero movies. It's simple, crisp, and neat, and it can pull a person away with two or three strokes.
The opponents were all tall and big, but they seemed to be completely unable to exert their strength in front of him. They were pulled away in a daze, and they were pulled away by Chu Yang in a masculine and heroic way!
They just watched him fight to the very center, catch the fist that Costan swung with his upper hand, use his strength to push back, and his shoulder bumped against his chest.
When everyone stopped, the positions had all been staggered.
It can only be said that it is worthy of playing football, and the foot is very stable. Although everyone is staggering and looks very embarrassed, no one falls to the ground.
Everyone was thrown to the sides by Chu Yang, only he stood in the middle, as if he was preparing to inspect the army chief, and looked at Costan with a smile: "It's quite loud, but why is there no one who can fight?"
Costan couldn't react yet, and the referee had already rushed forward to find his presence.
He first showed Samps, who had two yellows and one red, the red card he had already held in his hand, and let him go off, and then showed Costan a second yellow card, also two yellows and one red.
Under normal circumstances, when the referee plays a card, the players who will always rush up to block the explanation, this time, all of them are honest and well-behaved.
Everyone looked at Chu Yang with strange expressions, until the referee signaled for the restart of the game that everyone felt a little confused.
Nima, is this the legendary Chinese GONG FU?
Of course Chu Yang knew what they were thinking.
He did learn Tai Chi for a period of time, but it was all for conditioning his body. He didn't know whether he had the actual combat ability when fighting with people face to face, but some of the small skills in it were indeed practical.
Don't look at his majestic appearance of single-handedly confronting a group of professional players, but relying on the surprise of others and his own strength, plus some experience and some learned techniques from the past and his master's dismantling of moves, if he really wants to face-to-face with this group of professional players, he probably cannot escape the fate of blossoming peach blossoms.
These things can't fool experts, but outsiders can be fooled a lot, especially with the addition of the legend that "Chinese people know kung fu", many people are not in the mood to watch the football game for a while, and they are all discussing what Chu Yang did just now.
"what happened?"
"Costan's little expression just now is probably going to be popular."
"That was Tai Chi just now, right? It must be, right?"
"Aren't there any experts? Where's Lian Jiazi? Where's the martial arts master? Quickly solve the problem."
"Nima Tai Chi is so fierce? How did you suffer so badly from Sanda? Is it true that the masters don't even bother to fight?"
"I just used up a pair of shoes after practicing zero-degree shooting, and now you want to trick me into learning Tai Chi? Don't do it!"
"I said earlier that the masters are among the people."
"It's over, it feels like there will be another burst of Taiji fever, Chu Yang is not harmful."
"I learned martial arts at the age of five, and became a teacher at the age of 20. I am in my thirties this year. I am proficient in traditional martial arts such as Tai Chi, Wing Chun, Bagua, and so on. I am now open to accept students. If you are interested, please contact me."
"Having learned Tai Chi for several years means that Chu Yang has indeed practiced it."
"Upstairs, don't rush to pretend to be aggressive, first tell me what Chu Yang's tricks are."
"Swelling upwards and descending strands, leaning on them when they are born and collapsed, the strands carry the momentum and reduce the clumsy force, which is to hold the bird's tail for Tai Chi."
(End of this chapter)