Film and TV: Obtain Alpha Dog at the beginning

"The curator's situation is not good."

"What kind of medicine did you use in this little day? It's so evil. Not only is your physical strength not consumed at all, but it makes you even more ferocious."

Gong Ruomei's eyes were also filled with anxiety, and she only regretted that her skills were still too low to replace her father in the ring.

On the ring, Gong Baosen was sweating more and more on his forehead. After all, he was already in his fifties, and his physical fitness had already passed its peak, and his Xingyi spear was extremely energy-consuming.

"If this continues, defeat is inevitable."

Gong Baosen's eyes narrowed. He knew that he could not lose this match no matter what, otherwise the pressure would be too great.

What's more, how had he, Gong Baosen, ever failed in his life?

Thinking of this, Gong Baosen's eyes flashed with determination.

The next second, amid a burst of exclamations from the audience, Gong Baosen's spear was thrown away by the opponent's samurai sword.

Faced with this sudden surprise, the Japanese samurai's eyes were filled with ecstasy, he laughed strangely, and stabbed Gong Baosen in the abdomen with his sword.

"Master Gong, be careful."

"Dad, get out of the way."

However, Gong Baosen, who had his spear thrown away, seemed to have lost his fighting spirit and just stood there without making any dodge movements.

At first, the Japanese samurai was still going over it quickly in his mind. Miyabo Mori avoided his sword and his next attack.

"Could it be a scam?"

However, the Japanese samurai quickly gave up his doubts when the sense of resistance from the blade piercing his flesh came.

"Haha, go to hell!"

The Japanese samurai laughed wildly, and with a swipe of his katana, he planned to cut open Miyabo Mori's stomach and cut off all his intestines.

However, at this moment, I heard Gong Baosen shout loudly: "Let go!"

The Japanese samurai was shocked to realize at this moment that Gong Baosen's hands had appeared on his chest at some point.

"Old Ape Hanging Seal!"

A huge force came from the chin, and the Japanese samurai felt that his entire mandible was broken, and his whole body flew out, and the katana in his hand fell to the floor of the ring.

It wasn't over yet. Gongbao Sen endured the severe pain and took three steps at a time to pursue the Japanese samurai.

Before the Japanese samurai could stand firm after landing, Kiyabo Mori's fist arrived.

A textbook-standard "collapse punch" pierced the Japanese samurai's chest.

Xingyiquan took off the gun and turned it into a fist. Although Gong Baosen did not have a gun in his hand with this punch, his whole body was like a spear, with the fist as the head of the spear, and it pierced the chest of the Japanese samurai.

"puff……"

The Japanese samurai collapsed to the ground, already dead and unable to die again.

"We win, we win!"

"Well done, Master Gong!"

"Haha, I just said that little Japan is no match for us. Master Gong can defeat them even if he is over fifty years old."

A burst of fierce applause and cheers broke out at the scene, and all the Chinese audience present cheered for Gong Baosen.

Gong Ruomei rushed onto the ring immediately.

"Dad, how are you?"

Gong Baosen covered his abdomen with one hand and put his other hand on his daughter's shoulder. He gave her a hard smile and whispered, "Help me down."

Gong Ruomei helped Gong Baosen back to his seat.

"Just ask someone to bandage it for me. It's nothing serious." Gong Baosen said with a pale face.

"Dad, you are injured like this, but you are still not serious. No, I have to take you to the hospital quickly." Gong Ruomei saw that her father's wound was bleeding non-stop, so she couldn't believe what he said.

"Uncle, don't worry, I'll take care of everything."

Just when Gong Baosen was about to argue, a hand pressed on his shoulder.

"Okay, I'll leave it to you." Gong Baosen held Qin Hao's hand tightly with his blood-stained hand and said with piercing eyes.

It wasn't until Qin Hao nodded that Gong Baosen got up and went to the hospital for treatment with the support of Gong Ruomei and Lao Jiang.

As the bodies of the Japanese samurai were carried away, there seemed to be some disagreements in the Japanese team.

The remaining two Japanese samurai who had not yet entered the scene were inevitably a bit sad, but the strong man in military uniform lifted the body aside with a kick.

"You're useless. You can't even beat an old man. Such a person deserves to be called a samurai!"

"Take Fujita, what did you say? You are insulting a samurai who died for his country. I demand that you immediately apologize to his body."

Fujita sneered and stared at the other party with stern eyes: "If this can be called sacrificing one's country, then the hero is too worthless."

"Hmph, if I had known he was so weak, I shouldn't have injected him with the powerful stimulants provided by the military. It would have been a waste of our resources."

"Okay, stop arguing. Let those Chinese people see us and think we are fighting among ourselves. You have that time to talk, so you might as well think about who to send to fight next." The Japanese ambassador saw the two sides talking. If a fight breaks out, quickly settle things down.

Fujita folded his arms and turned away disdainfully. As a soldier, what he looked down upon most were those officials who only talked about rhetoric. Even diplomats, he never looked down on him. This time, if it weren't for the order of the military department, he would I won't team up with these "weak chickens".

In Tsuyoshi Fujita's opinion, for this competition, it would be better to select a group of brave warriors directly from their military headquarters. Any martial artist who actually goes to the battlefield will be weak.

"I come!"

A Japanese samurai jumped onto the ring while he was speaking.

On the Chinese side, due to the departure of Gong Baosen, the remaining players can only discuss the order of appearance.

"Let me do this." The boxer of Cai Li Fuquan said.

"Master Liu, be careful." Qin Hao cupped his hand.

"Haha, you're just a little Japanese, let's see how I can take the lead." Master Liu gave a long laugh and jumped onto the ring.

I have to admit that Master Liu is indeed very powerful, with nimble steps and fast movements. When he punches, he can hear the sonic boom even from several rows of spectators away.

The Japanese samurai originally appeared on the stage full of confidence, but as soon as they fought, he realized that the opponent's strength was far beyond his imagination.

Both in terms of strength and speed, he was superior to him. If it weren't for stimulants, he would definitely not be his opponent.

But even so, he could still feel the tremendous pressure. Not only was the opponent's punches powerful, but his kicks were also unpredictable.

In just a few rounds, he received several blows, especially on his calves. The opponent's kicks were too secretive. Even with the help of stimulants, his reaction speed was greatly improved, and he was caught off guard.

In fact, Master Liu was also very surprised at this moment. He used his fists and kicks as soon as he came up, using all his explosive power, but the opponent could always react at the critical moment, either blocking in advance or avoiding the vital point.

"Hmph, I don't believe it anymore. I can't even break your turtle shell."

Master Liu secretly felt angry. He was different from Gong Baosen. He was an upright and mature man with plenty of strength. He was not afraid of exhaustion.

For a time, both sides were going back and forth, and the battle was very tense.

This duel also made the audience excited to watch it. Although the previous two battles were very exciting, they actually did not last long. The killing moves that determined the outcome of both sides were completed in an instant. This There was no video playback at that time, so the winner was decided before everyone could see clearly.

But this one was different. It was full of punches, both visual and auditory, stimulating every audience present.

However, when the two sides fought in the 30th round, Master Liu caught the opponent's small flaw and turned over and kicked the Japanese samurai to the ground. Then he did not give the opponent a chance to get up at all. Riding on the opponent's body, punching them down one after another.

The Japanese samurai was beaten beyond recognition and lost consciousness before he stopped.

"I declare that China wins."

In the Japanese camp, the face of the remaining Japanese samurai changed drastically, and Fujita sneered: "Another trash."

"What did you say?" The Japanese samurai was so angry that he almost drew his sword and wanted to duel Fujita, but was finally stopped by the Japanese ambassador.

Regarding the question of who should appear, Fujita said impatiently: "I can solve them by myself, so why waste time."

The Japanese samurai sneered: "Okay, then I'll see how you deal with them, but don't let me collect the corpses for you."

Seeing that the two sides were about to get into trouble again, the Japanese ambassador had no choice but to push Tsuyoshi Fujita into the ring first.

The Chinese side is also discussing who will be sent to play in this battle.

"Master Liu, Master Qin, this fight is up to me." The master of Longxing Quan had just seen Master Liu show off his skills, and his hands couldn't help but feel itchy.

Master Liu nodded. Even though he won the battle beautifully, it was actually not easy at all and consumed a lot of energy.

"Master Lu, be careful, this man's fist is very hard." Qin Hao reminded with a frown.

"Don't worry, I have experience in dealing with such a big guy." Master Lu said nonchalantly.

While he was speaking, Master Lu had already jumped onto the ring and took advantage of the opportunity to display the dragon-shaped fist. His movements were smooth and graceful, which attracted continuous applause from the audience.

Fujita remained motionless, staring at the other person with cold eyes.

Such a dismissive move made Master Lu very unhappy. He shouted and rushed towards Fujita Go.

However, the other party remained motionless, and Master Lu couldn't help but get angry. Is this looking down on himself?

"Okay, let me give you a taste of the power of my dragon-shaped fist!"

While speaking, Master Lu had already rushed to three positions in front of Tsuyoshi Fujita. Suddenly, he suddenly stopped and slid around to the side of Tsuyoshi Fujita.

A "dragon claw" grabbed Fujita Go's waist.

Dragon-shaped boxing was born out of Southern Shaolin. It requires extremely high finger strength. This requires training the finger grip from an early age. In the early days of practice, a jar filled with water was used. After practicing to a certain level, it was necessary to pierce the horse. Stepping forward, one to the left and one to the right, two wine jars weighing more than ten kilograms cross each other and change sides. If one accidentally loses his grip, he will be beaten if the jar breaks.

When you reach the later stage of practice, you will put a water ladle coated with tung oil in the water and grab it with your bare hands. When you can hold the water ladle firmly, you will be considered to have perfect finger strength.

As the most outstanding Mesozoic boxer of the Long Xing Quan generation, Master Lu can pull the bark off a big tree with the force of his grip.

If this is confirmed, even if Fujita Tsuyoshi is not dead, his waist will be severely injured. It will be difficult to use the waist to exert force later.

However, just when everyone thought Master Lu was about to defeat his opponent easily, they saw a sneer on Fujita Tsuyoshi's lips.

With an unpretentious step back, Master Lu was let go. Before he could change his move, Fujita grabbed Master Lu's shoulder with one hand.

"ah……"

Just hearing a scream, Master Lu's entire shoulder collapsed.

Then, Fujita kicked Master Lu on the calf, lifted him up with both hands, and then hit him hard on the knee in full view of everyone.

The chilling sound of bone cracking came.

Master Lu has been thrown off the ring by Fujita Tsuyoshi like a rag. His entire cervical vertebrae are bent backwards in a weird shape, which makes people feel chills running down their backs.

"Brother."

"Master."

The dragon-shaped boxer came forward to check and found that Master Lu had lost his breath. In anger and grief, he almost rushed to the ring to fight Fujita Go, but was finally stopped by the guards.

"Who is this guy?"

Tsuyoshi Fujita's terrifying performance instantly shocked the audience. He directly defeated his opponent in one round, and his methods were extremely cruel.

"What should we do now? We only have two left, and the other party has three more."

"Yes, and this Japanese looks so cruel. Can we really fight him?"

"I don't know who will play next. If you ask me, let's send someone tall and powerful to fight him head-on."

The Chinese audience couldn't help but be shocked when they saw that their side had lost another general.

When Master Liu saw his friend die tragically, he was about to go to the ring to avenge his friend, but was stopped by Qin Hao.

"Master Liu, you just had a fight and your strength hasn't fully recovered yet. You'd better leave him to me."

"You...then be careful not to confront him head-on." Master Liu reminded.

Qin Hao nodded, stood up slowly, and walked onto the ring.

"Why did you send someone so young to the stage? He doesn't look older than me. How dare you get on the stage after learning boxing for a few years?"

"Yeah, we don't have anyone left? Are there so many famous masters?"

Fujita Tsuyoshi's eyes only stayed on Qin Hao for two seconds, and then moved away disdainfully.

The first representative from Japan suddenly shouted to Fujita Go: "Be careful with this guy, he is very powerful."

"Trash, everyone is powerful in your eyes." Fujita sneered and ran quickly towards Qin Hao. He wanted everyone to know that karate, this martial arts school, and that martial arts school are all rubbish. Only The strongest killing skills are those honed on the battlefield.

"Die!"

Tsuyoshi Fujita was extremely fast, and in a few steps he was two feet away from Qin Hao. With a loud roar, he smashed a huge fist towards Qin Hao's face.

"careful."

"Hurry and hide, you can't pick it up."

Master Liu was shocked. Judging from the explosive power of Fujita's punch, this punch had a force of at least six to seven hundred kilograms. Not to mention being hit, even a knock would probably cause him to lose his fighting power.

However, Qin Hao, who was motionless on the stage, suddenly stretched out his hand and greeted him with one palm.

Master Liu's vision almost went dark and he thought to himself, "It's over."

In his opinion, Qin Hao's bones must be broken at this moment.

However, the next second, when he looked again, he found that Qin Hao had actually caught this thunderous blow, and the seemingly ordinary hand showed no signs of being broken or twisted.

"Could it be that the little devil showed mercy?"