The British boxing champion's calm fighting style made Chen Xiaohu a little anxious. It's not okay to lean against him in this ring. This has a time limit. Although it doesn't count as a loss, you haven't won either! Thinking of this, Chen Xiaohu
You suddenly changed your fighting style. I kept attacking fiercely. I don’t believe how many punches you can withstand!
Bang bang bang! Chen Xiaohu's fists were flying, falling like raindrops towards the British boxing champion. The British boxing champion blocked left and right, blocked up and down, and retreated continuously. He started to circle in the ring.
Chen Xiaohu chased after him, punch after punch. His fists never left the British boxing champion's face.
Suddenly, the tall figure of the British boxing champion, who seemed to be unable to resist, suddenly squatted down, raised his fist and punched Chen Xiaohu in the lower abdomen.
"Damn it! You finally made a move! Just make a move, but there will be flaws in every move! Huh!" Chen Xiaohu suddenly tightened his lower abdomen and pressed down with both fists in front of him to suppress the British boxing champion's fist.
When the British boxing champion saw the opportunity, he suddenly raised his body and rounded his other fist, landing it on Chen Xiaohu's back.
Everyone was shocked. If this punch had actually landed on Chen Xiaohu's back, it would have been tragic. Chen Xiaohu had to lie on the ground at that time.
At the moment when everyone was worried and surprised, Chen Xiaohu suddenly made a 360-degree rotation, and his body unexpectedly flashed a foot away to the side. He suddenly stood up and flew up with a kick.
"Bang!"
The British boxing champion plopped down and sat down on the ground, and at the same time he slid two or three meters away. Even after he fell, he couldn't figure out how Chen Xiaohu moved away. Because he didn't understand Chinese Tai Chi Kung Fu.
"Hoo! This kid can also do Tai Chi footwork!" Niu Er nodded, really impressed by Chen Xiaohu's flexible use.
The referee's ten count passed, but the British boxing champion didn't get up. It wasn't that he couldn't get up, but that he didn't intend to get up at all. He got up because he was beaten, and only a fool got up! Everything happened this time because the old American was behind it.
Controlled, now not a single player from the United States has shown up, damn! We don’t have to be embarrassed here! We are beaten! Who doesn’t know that Sanda and free fighting are the strengths of the Chinese people. No one is willing to come to China to play this! And this time
This is not a formal competition!
The next one is the French player. I don’t know if he lost his energy due to Niu Er’s hands or something else. This guy looked passive as soon as he came on stage. After more than ten rounds, he was frightened by his opponent’s sudden fist.
Jumped down from the ring and gave in! Cha!
"Ha! It's really boring! Looking at such a powerful person, why did he give up so quickly? There's nothing interesting at all!" Niu Er shook his head and said.
"Hehe! Did they wet their pants because of what you did just now?" Zhu Yeqing said with a smile beside him.
"Hee hee! Zhu Ye Qing! Do you want me to call him over? You can feel his pants and see if they are wet?" Glasses said with a smile beside him.
"Fuck you! If you like touching you, touch it!" Zhu Yeqing glared.
"Hee hee! If you two like it, I have it here too, feel free to touch it! Hehe!" Niu Er took the opportunity to say with a smile.
"Touch your head!" Glasses and Zhuyeqing raised their hands and hit the cow twice.
"No! Hey! I touched that head! Not this head!"
"…………"
Suddenly, Niu Er, who was playing around, felt a chill, was it murderous intent? Niu Er suddenly pushed away Zhu Yeqing and his glasses hand, turned his head and looked over.
Suddenly, a black man wearing big sunglasses and black clothes stood up in the stands not far away! He had a murderous look on his face and a fighting spirit on his face! As he walked, he threw off his clothes and threw away his big sunglasses. All his clothes were exposed.
Strong muscles, soaring! He strode to the VIP table.
The representative of the American Council in the VIP table suddenly stood up, came to the ring and whispered a few words to the host. The host was suddenly startled and looked at this black man who was as black as coal in surprise.
He quickly walked onto the stage.
"Next game! American player, Odama; vs. Shaolin monk, Jingyuan!"
"Hoo! Damn it! It turns out that he has been here a long time ago and he is actually sitting in the stands! We thought it was so mysterious!" Chen Hao stood behind Niu Er at some point and even uttered a curse word!
"This guy is very murderous!" Niu Er let go of his hand holding Zhuyeqing and his glasses, and said suddenly.
Zhuye Qing, Glasses, Hei Jin, and Chi Lian were all stunned. It wasn't that the black man was scary, but because Niu Er seemed to have never been so serious or formal before. Originally, Er Hehe was always laughing.
There was no smile on his face.
"Niu Er! Niu Er!" Suddenly, two handsome foreign guys came next to them! When they came to Niu Er, they called Niu Er twice.
"Wow! It's you two! How did you get dressed up like this?" Niu Er then realized that these two handsome guys were fakes, and it was actually Lilia and Lisa wearing male makeup.
"Niu Er! Have you seen that black man? He is the most powerful person in the underground boxing ring in the United States. I didn't expect him to come! If you are facing him, be careful, because when his fist is low,
Very few people leave alive!" Lilia whispered to Niu Er.
"What? Do you still know him?" Niu Er asked in surprise.
"Don't forget what we do! Hee hee!" Lilia smiled and added: "In the United States, there is an underground boxing ring. People who box there either lose their lives or get rich overnight. So it is called the death game.
!This black Odama is the most powerful character in the death game! Dozens of people die under his fists every year! Even the boxers who have won the championship in the regular competition dare not go there to try their skills! Because
We all know that we are simply vulnerable in front of them!"
"Wow! There really is such a place! Such a thing! I wonder if Jingyuan can resist him!?" Niu Er couldn't help but worry about Jingyuan. In the Shaolin Temple, they all said how powerful Jingyuan is.
I have long wanted to compete with Jingyuan. Unfortunately, I have never had the chance. I hope that Jingyuan will be fine this time. I still have to compete with Jingyuan! He wants everyone in the Shaolin Temple to know that I am a talented person.
It's the most powerful!
The same person came down from the stands, also throwing off his hat as he walked. Damn! He turned out to be a monk! He is Jingyuan!? Niu Er looked over in surprise. This Jingyuan threw off his coat.
, his tendons and flesh are all lumpy! At 1.8 meters, he looks quite tall, at least much taller than Niu Erhui. However, compared with these foreigners, he still seems to be quite short.
"You...go down! Let him come up!"
Suddenly this black coal-like Odama pointed at Jingyuan to let Jingyuan go down, and pointed at Niu Er to let Niu Er come up! Ouch! This made Jingyuan very angry! Damn it! Do you think I am inferior to that Niu Er?