Mike shook his head and said, "I don't believe it."
The people in the audience couldn't hear what Mike and I were talking about. They were just discussing and commenting.
It wasn't until Director Qi blew the whistle that the scene returned to normal.
This meant that a new round of competition was about to begin.
I noticed that Mike's body was twitching unconsciously. Below the stage, several Deputy Directors took the lead in applauding. The Secret Service officers and soldiers either echoed or cheered.
Also, I didn't know who had organized the waitresses in the service department to be cheerleaders. They were swaying their waists and shouting, "Zhao Long, come on! Zhao Long, come on!"
I also caught a glimpse of You Meng. She was standing in the corner of the ring with her arms crossed, staring intently at the ring.
However, the moment I saw You Meng, my heart was stabbed again … Thinking of the scene where You Meng wiped Secretary Zhang's sweat, thousands of bad thoughts were born in my heart. Suddenly, I became a little annoyed, and anger filled my whole body.
What made me even angrier was that Secretary Zhang actually went to You Meng's side and talked to her with a smile. The depression from the defeat had long been forgotten.
I'm not a saint, and I can also be jealous.
I clenched my fists. If it weren't for this special occasion, I would have rushed over and taught Secretary Zhang a lesson!
Director Qi was quite good at creating momentum. When the China's' reporters' approached the ring with cameras, Director Qi began to introduce in a loud voice, "The one standing on the stage to challenge Mike is China's Zhao Long. Zhao Long is now an ordinary security guard in a security company under the jurisdiction of the China Public Security System … Kung Fu in China has a long history, and there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in all walks of life in China. This time, Zhao Long represents the Chinese Public Security System and the Secret Service to challenge Mike. This should be a highlight of the friendship between China and the United States … Let's wait and see what kind of grand occasion it will be. I believe it will be very exciting …"
The American staff who didn't know the truth were probably secretly laughing at China's absurd arrangement. Sending a security guard to fight against the world-famous boxing champion Mike, wasn't that like hitting a rock with an egg?
On their faces, there was already some contempt. They looked at Mike on the stage with trust, waiting for him to knock down the opponent as quickly as possible.
But what puzzled them was that Mike didn't seem to be as confident as before, and there was a little more worry and worry on his face.
In fact, for me, when I faced Mike again, I felt very confident.
Because after leaving the Secret Service and entering the security company, I still maintained my physical strength and enthusiasm without stopping, and I persisted in improving myself every day.
Looking back, it was March of this year, the competition between Mike and I at the World Guard Exchange.
I vaguely remembered Mike's boxing routine and the key points of attack and defense.
Although the decisive battle with Mike was a bit difficult, I, who understood his tactics, didn't seem to have any fear. This was not because I was arrogant and overconfident, but because it was the reality. Facing someone who I had defeated before, why would I be afraid?
Of course, even so, while instilling confidence in myself, I must not underestimate the opponent.
I took off the security guard uniform, and only wore a camouflage vest underneath, revealing my strong muscles.
Cheers came from all directions, and I heard someone start to shout, "Defeat the Americans, Americans!"
I frowned and saw that the voice had stopped.
It was probably a soldier who shouted out in a moment of excitement, and then was stopped by the officer on duty.
In terms of muscles, the Americans naturally had an advantage, and Mike finally found a reason to be confident.
He stretched his arms and did several stretching exercises in a row. The thick and strong muscles were comparable to a bodybuilder's, and they were particularly shiny and stylish.
Mike was a boxing champion who combined strength, speed, and flexibility. He was also one of the most popular boxing champions in the American boxing world.
The United States was not like China, where the presidential guards were relatively free.
In China, the national guards rarely participated in activities organized by society. The United States was different. Instead, the president and senior officials encouraged the guards to participate in actual combat and various activities in society, forging their ability and quality in actual combat.
In this regard, the United States and Russia were very similar. It was said that the Russian president sent his guards every year to participate in competitive activities in society.
However, things didn't go as planned. In some of the martial arts activities held in China, the Russian guards had been defeated many times by the China Sanda King.
To be precise, Mike's show was indeed very effective.
This could be judged from the intensity of the applause at the scene.
Of course, I didn't dare to underestimate him.
After all, his boxing skills were ranked among the best in the United States.
Someone once said that Mike could kill a cow with one punch.
Whether it was true or not, there was no way to judge, but it was enough to prove his strength.
After the whistle, the competition officially began.
As soon as the whistle sounded, Mike quickly and unexpectedly threw a punch at me. His punch was very heavy, and it carried a gust of wind. It was very fast and powerful.
I could understand his strategy. He wanted to use his physical advantage to quickly take the lead and end the fight.
In that way, he still had a glimmer of hope to win.
I felt a gust of wind coming at me, but I calmly leaned to the side and dodged Mike's punch.
Mike continued to launch a fierce attack, and I dodged nimbly, causing Mike to miss several times.
Mike seemed to be a little anxious. He had a bad premonition after missing several punches. He couldn't help but increase his strength. His punches were like a flood, attacking me again and again.
Perhaps it was because his punches were much fiercer than before, I didn't dare to meet them directly. Instead, I was forced to the ropes and had no way out. I could only dodge in place.
Mike was overjoyed when he saw that I was only able to parry his attacks and had no power to fight back. He began to use his best skill. His punches were faster, and they were both real and fake. His fake punches explored the path, while his real punches were ready to deal a fatal blow to the opponent at any time.
When the fake punches came, I tilted my neck and easily dodged.
But before I could react, Mike suddenly took a step forward, and then a real punch flew over.
I spun around and quickly dodged to the side, waiting for an opportunity to counterattack.
Looking for an opening, I performed a spinning sweep. However, although the speed was fast, Mike wasn't an ordinary person. He took a step back and dissolved it.
Before he could stabilize his center of gravity, I took the opportunity to use a front kick. Mike's body was very flexible. He pulled in his stomach and buckled his chest. His body took half a step back and easily dodged.
This series of attacks completely aroused Mike's anger.
He swung his fists and fiercely counterattacked again and again. I struggled to resist his heavy punches. I tried to block with my forearm and counterattack at the same time.
But my arm was shaken and hurt. Although I changed the direction of Mike's punches, it was as if I had been hit hard. The pain was unbearable.
Mike's ability to resist hits was extraordinary.
I thought about how to deal with the enemy, and in a hurry, I thought of One-inch Punch.
I had mastered One-inch Punch to a certain extent.
If the timing was right, I should be able to achieve unexpected results.
After all, One-inch Punch had an advantage in terms of attack range. With my punching speed, it would be difficult for Mike to dodge in such a short distance.
So, I took half a step forward and looked for the opponent's weakness.
I didn't know if it was a trick or not, but Mike tried to distance himself from me so that he could use his fast punches more effectively.
In this situation, I narrowed my defensive and offensive arcs and waited for an opportunity to punch.
In close combat, uppercuts were undoubtedly the most effective way to attack. Mike saw that he couldn't escape the fate of close combat, so he began to change his straight punches into uppercuts. A few horizontal uppercuts attacked my face. I nimbly dodged left and right, so he couldn't hit me.
When Mike threw another horizontal uppercut, I quickly bent my body and dodged it. At the same time, my left fist went straight for Mike's abdomen.
Mike was caught off guard and was hit in the abdomen by my small One-inch Punch. He couldn't help but take half a step back. He reflexively rubbed his abdomen and felt a burst of pain.
I opened the situation with One-inch Punch, how could I let go of the opportunity?
I began to launch a strong counterattack against Mike. I attacked with a chain of punches and a chain of kicks. Mike was hit one after another in a hurry and staggered back.
Of course, the reason why Mike was at a disadvantage in an instant was because he couldn't figure out the pattern of my attacks.
When he gradually came back to his senses, it was natural for him to deal with it.
Seeing that Mike's defense was tight, I took a step back and adjusted.
Mike saw that the time was right and swung his huge fist over.
I suddenly had a bold idea.
So I didn't dodge his fist. Instead, I leaned my body slightly and took half a step back. At the same time, I twisted my waist and threw an even faster punch.
I directly met Mike's fist!
This was something Mike never expected. The moment the two fists touched, I quickly retracted my fist.
Although I felt some pain, I had Body Hardening Technique, so it wasn't a big deal.
Mike frowned. He was clearly hurt by my punch.
He quickly touched his right wrist with his left hand and sucked in a breath of cold air with a surprised expression.
This punch greatly weakened Mike's self-confidence and put him at a complete disadvantage.
I gathered all the strength in my body and prepared to defeat Mike as quickly as possible.
But I had something on my mind. I felt something was wrong from the corner of my eyes.
To be exact, even when I was fighting on the stage, I couldn't fully concentrate.
After all, the scene of You Meng helping Secretary Zhang wipe his cheeks already made me jealous.
I couldn't stop myself from mixing this emotion into the battle.
It's not that I'm mentally weak, but I care too much about You Meng.
When love is in danger, can I still be calm?