He didn't kick. He came to compete, not to kill. The judge jumped into the sky, just picked up the indigenous warrior, and then put him on the ground. The indigenous warrior was still in a confused state, and he was originally thrown
He was blinded after he went to heaven. He originally thought that as a person who appeared in the top 100, he still had two skills.
But in fact, in the African competition area, if those underground boxing champions had not killed too much, he might not have been able to qualify. In the end, it was the underground boxing champions who were tired of killing, so he, a warrior from a small tribe, could qualify, so it was just
It was just luck, and in London it was because he didn't have time to run away.
He stepped down, so he was ordered by Chen Chen to participate in the finals. The underground boxing champions, because they chose Mingzhe to protect themselves at the venue, were directly disqualified by Chen Chen, so the indigenous fighter appeared, otherwise he would have no chance to appear.
, because he is too weak compared to these guys.
"Do you admit defeat or not?" he was asked by the judge after he was put down on the ground by the judge. Because the judge had one foot on him, he could not stand up no matter how hard he struggled.
After twisting for a while and finding that he couldn't get up, he still said forcefully: "I won't admit defeat. If you have the ability, let me stand up and continue fighting."
These words made the judge surprised. Unexpectedly, he was still a tough guy: "Okay, since you want to fight, then I will play with you."
After the judge finished speaking, he raised his feet. The indigenous warrior was freed and stood up. After jumping a few times, he launched an attack on the judge again. However, her attack was unorganized and she was punching purely based on instinct. Look,
The players in the audience frowned. How could such a person sneak in?
The Judge was also very uncomfortable. He didn't expect his opponent to be so weak, leaving him with no chance to fight. Especially when facing his harassment attacks, the Judge stopped blocking him at all and allowed his fists to hit him.
If you hit yourself, it's a pity that it doesn't break your defense.
The judge got annoyed and said, "Have you fed me enough? If I were you, I wouldn't be embarrassed and could just go home."
The native who had turned purple under the eyes of everyone immediately shone. He was embarrassed, he knew it, but he had a reason to persist. The people of the tribe were still waiting for his good news and bonus to save lives.
Although he already had the one million promised by Chen Chen, he still wanted to see if he could get a little more.
He said nothing and kept waving his fists. The judge's patience finally reached the limit. "That's enough, you clown. I don't want to embarrass you here." The judge waved his fist angrily. The judge actually said
No martial arts
Moves and the like, what he is good at is speed and strength. His years in the mountains have trained him to kill with one hit, so in previous games, it can be said that he was very restrained, but today he was angered
, so his fists used all their strength.
Speed, absolute speed brings absolute power. While the indigenous warrior was still hitting the judge, the judge's fist also struck. With just one punch, the indigenous man was knocked down and fell far away.
Because the arbitrator was knocked away by the tyrannical force. Just when the adjudicator asked the referee
When giving the signal, the native got up from the ground again. Although it was very slow, everyone saw it. The referee suddenly didn't understand. What made him persist like this? It was just a competition. If he encountered him, he would definitely
If you can't defeat someone, you will definitely admit defeat.
He stood up again. The referee did not pass by, but looked at the native. Sure enough, he fell down again just after he took a step. Chen Chen saw this on the stage and motioned to the referee to take a look. The referee walked over to take a look.
Look, the natives are mumbling something to themselves.
The referee couldn't hear clearly, so he handed the microphone to the mouth of the indigenous warrior, and only heard his murmur from the loudspeaker at the venue: "I can't lose, I want to bring food back, my mother and sister are waiting for me,
The tribe is waiting for me, I want to win, ten million, a lot of food, I must not lose, I want to get up."
His voice became weaker and weaker, and it was obvious that he could no longer stand up. Although the judge only had one punch, this warrior's physique seemed a bit weak. Everyone in the arena and the audience in front of the TV also heard his words, and finally
Knowing why he never gave up, he continued. It turned out that he had such a responsibility. Unfortunately, although he had the intention, he was unable to do so.
The judge also heard it. He came to the side of the indigenous warrior and said: "I admire your spirit very much. Unfortunately, I also have my tribe and family. I also want to give them a good life. If you still don't admit defeat, I will just
I can throw you off the stage."
Although the words were ruthless, they were made out of necessity, so no one blamed the judge. In a tribe far away in Africa, the warrior’s mother was watching the only old TV in the tribe at the leader’s house. This was the leader who used his
I got the rhino horns from hunting. Although they are very old, I can still see them.
He was very happy when he saw his son standing on the ring, because his son told him that as long as he could stand on it, it would mean that he would stand out and that he would be able to give his family a better life in the future. But when his son was punched by someone,
When she lay down, her mother cried, because she heard her son's whispers, and she knew that his son was desperately fighting for himself and the tribe, and that he was desperately fighting for no hope at all.
More and more African people are gathering together. They can be found wherever there is TV in Africa. They see a warrior who is constantly working for his family and his tribe, even at the expense of himself.
Even though they couldn't go to the scene to cheer for him, they still wanted to pay attention to him and hope that he could feel the greetings from Africa.
"Warrior, tell me your name." Chen Chen, who was as high as a god, asked.
The indigenous warrior reluctantly raised his head and said: "My name is Wasteland. Hunter. Spear. Centurion. Farm. Campbell." The voice said his full name intermittently, but Chen Chen was confused when he heard it. What is this name?
It doesn't fit in at all.
"Forget it, I'll just call you Campbell. What wish do you want to fulfill? I can help you, but if you really can't beat the judge, you should admit defeat. As long as you admit defeat, I can agree to a modest request of yours.
Otherwise, even if you die on stage, you won’t win the game.”
As soon as Chen Chen finished his words, Campbell told the referee that he had given up. He was joking and said that he had not given up yet. He really thought that he was invincible. He was just holding on for a while. Now that he was seeing the tribe's food crisis, he was counting on his life.
The most important thing.
Chapter completed!