The whole audience screamed in surprise. No one could believe their eyes, but "God of War" Wen Fei was indeed knocked down in the ring by "Iron Fist" Yao Xiaojun.
The referee was standing next to Wen Fei, holding out his finger and shouting the countdown in frustration.
Tan Jin had a sinister smile on his face, looking at Wen Fei lying on the ring, and lighted a cigar leisurely. In the stands, Lao Qi and Dragon King let out a sigh of relief, feeling very comfortable.
Yu Bin and A Niu were on the railing next to the ring, shouting: "Wen Fei, you are the God of War, you will not fail, get up!" Their voices were hoarse.
Wen Fei lay weakly on the ring. His mind was in chaos. A figure seemed to pass before his eyes, including Zi Jun, Yu Bin, Uncle Long, Feng Ping, and the scene when his parents took him out to play when he was a child...
Suddenly Tan Jin's sinister smile appeared, destroying all this beautiful image. Wen Fei yelled, and his mind seemed to wake up. Coach Gao must have drugged the mineral water he drank. At this time, the referee had already
Counting beside him, "Three, two..."
Wen Fei shouted and stood up. Most of the audience stood up nervously, and cheers sounded again. The referee stepped forward and whispered something to Wen Fei, and Wen Fei nodded. Then the referee signaled
The game continues.
Tan Jin, Dragon King, and Lao Qi became nervous again.
Wen Fei felt a heavy sleepiness coming into his head again, but the pain of being hit just now was gone. Yao Xiaojun saw that Wen Fei was still in a dazed state, so this time he punched him without saying a word.
Wen Fei cupped his fists to resist, but Yao Xiaojun's strength seemed to be much greater than usual. Wen Fei was beaten so hard that he retreated repeatedly and was hit several times on his shoulders, arms, and chest.
Wen Fei could only be beaten now and had no chance to fight back. Yao Xiaojun became more and more courageous and launched another series of attacks. Wen Fei was staggered by the beating and almost fell to the ring again.
Wen Fei was suffering from Yao Xiaojun's iron fist, and knew in his heart that he could not hold out for long. He was teetering on the edge of the violent storm, just like a lonely boat on the churning sea, about to be overturned by the giant lang at any time.
Yao Xiaojun held back all his strength, saw Wen Fei lowering his left hand, seized this flaw, gritted his teeth and hit Wen Fei with a heavy uppercut on the head. Wen Fei heard the wind of the punch and suddenly felt his mind clear. Conditioned reflex
He leaned back as if to avoid this fatal blow.
Yao Xiaojun originally thought he could knock Wen Fei down with this attack, but he didn't expect him to dodge it easily. Due to the excessive force, his body lost control and spun half a circle, and he finally stopped his feet.
The crowd in the stands booed, and many people were relieved. Tan Jin, Long Wang, Lao Qi and the others were sighing, feeling even more regretful than Yao Xiaojun that Yao Xiaojun's shot failed.
Wen Fei bent over and secretly murmured, "Hold on! You must hold on..." The voice became louder and louder. Yao Xiaojun stopped and heard Wen Fei murmuring. He didn't hear clearly and asked casually,
"What did you say?" He took a stance and pressed forward.
Wen Fei held on to the rope of the boxing ring and stepped back step by step. He kept shouting without stopping. He felt that the strength in his body was slowly recovering.
Yao Xiaojun shouted and kicked Wen Fei in the abdomen. Wen Fei did not hide, but went forward. Yao Xiaojun's foot was about to kick Zhong Wen Fei in the chest. Suddenly Wen Fei roared, like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and Yao Xiaojun couldn't help but
With a tremor, the kick he kicked out missed his target and hit Wen Fei on the shoulder, but the force was much weaker.
Wen Fei was kicked and tilted to the side, but he took advantage of this force and raised his right fist. With all his strength, the small universe in Wen Fei's body exploded.
The punch came so fast that Yao Xiaojun had no time to guard against it. He thought that Wen Fei would lose his footing due to the kick, so he would find a flaw to knock him down and the game would be over.
But in a twist of events, Wen Fei actually accumulated strength and took advantage of the situation to deliver this earth-shattering punch.
This punch hit the left side of Yao Xiaojun's face, and blood spattered. Yao Xiaojun was hit so hard that he flew into the air and flew a few meters away. With a "boom", he fell heavily on the ring. The sound of falling
It was very loud, like a big mountain falling.
At this time, everyone in the audience held their breath. Many people were frightened when they heard the sound of falling and couldn't bear to watch anymore. Wen Fei seemed to have collapsed. He bent over and held his hands on the ropes of the ring, panting.
Rough.
The referee walked to Yao Xiaojun's side and stretched out his hand to count the time: "Ten, nine, eight..." Everyone in the audience widened their eyes and their hearts suddenly lifted. They wanted to witness this moment. "Three, two,
1." Yao Xiaojun lay motionless on the ring. If he hadn't seen his body rising and falling slightly, he would have thought he was beaten to death.
The crowd in the stands was in a state of excitement. Many people cheered and shouted wildly, "The God of War, Wen Fei, is invincible." The referee raised Wen Fei's hand and excitedly announced that Wen Fei was the winner.
People in the stands rushed up, and ribbons were flying in the hands of many people. Yu Bin, A Niu and others rushed to the ring and hugged Wen Fei.
At this time, Tan Jin's face seemed to have been hit by frost, his head drooped, his eyes widened, looking at the crazy scene below, and murmured: "This is impossible, I was drugged."
I felt that my blood pressure suddenly rose a lot, my vision went black for a while, and I almost fainted.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead, took out his mobile phone with trembling hands, dialed the number, and said through gritted teeth: "Damn it, kill his whole family, do it now. I want his whole family to die! Do you hear that?
?If it doesn’t work, I’ll kill your entire family!” After saying that, he hung up the phone.
Dragon King and Lao Qi each led a few people from across the stands and walked angrily towards Tan Jin's box. Tan Jin felt guilty for a while, and he staggered out and ran out, making phone calls while running, and his voice sounded a little bit...
Shivering: "Anan, pick me up in the parking lot, hurry! I'll wait for you in the parking lot now, be sure to hurry!"
Wen Fei's body was weak and his face was as white as paper. He had no intention of celebrating with them. He grabbed Yu Bin and asked, "Have you done what I asked you to do?" "It's done, your uncle's house."
It's okay. I made a few calls. If anything happens, they will tell me as soon as possible."
Wen Fei seemed to have remembered something, grabbed A Niu, and said with a heavy breath: "You go find Yang Hongjun now. Just say that I asked you to take the message and tell him to go see Zi Jun. I'm afraid something will happen to her."
Yu Bin heard the word "Zi Jun" from the side and looked at Wen Fei in confusion. A Niu agreed and ran out of the ring. Wen Fei suddenly felt dizzy and his voice became smaller and smaller, "Send me there quickly."
Hospital." After saying that, he collapsed. Yu Bin quickly supported Wen Fei with his hands and shouted: "Wen Fei, what's wrong with you? Wake up!"
The crowd in the ring was in a panic, and "Skinny Monkey" shouted: "Go get the car quickly, Brother Fei has fainted." "Huapi" agreed and went to get the car. Several people lifted Wen Fei and quickly went outside.
Run away.
A Niu also ran back. He had just found Yang Hongjun and brought him what Wen Fei had told him. Yang Hongjun's expression changed and he left in a hurry with a few people. A Niu didn't know what big thing had happened. He rushed back and saw
Wen Fei's eyes were closed tightly as he was being carried. The scene was so chaotic that he didn't have time to ask more questions and join in.
Tan Jin came out of the back door in a panic. He felt a little pain in his heart. After looking at no one chasing him, he stopped, took out a bottle of medicine from his pocket, unscrewed the lid, and poured a few pills into his mouth.
I swallowed it and then stood there to rest for a while. I felt much better and was ready to go out.