There are rarely long-term entanglements in the black boxing ring.
If someone imagines the underground black boxing competition as a boxing match, it is so protracted and boring, and they have no idea what black boxing is. In the boxing ring with almost no rules, masters compete with masters regardless of life and death, and the winner can often be decided in a few minutes.
If you are not careful, you will lose everything.
Every boxer in the boxing ring is a killing machine. People in the orthodox fighting world despise and rebuke them, but they are also deeply jealous and even afraid of them.
Yang Chen stared at the boxing ring. During the years when he was on the run abroad, his good brother Dawei, who followed him through life and death, was once an undefeated black boxing master. He was the only Chinese who walked out of the Siberian training camp alive after the 1990s. He was watching the game.
Walk slowly along the aisle.
People still didn't notice the appearance of Yang Chen and the somewhat impatient Dragon Five and Dragon Nine behind him.
In the boxing ring, a boxer who should be good at domineering attacks using the Bajiquan style is struggling to defend. The opponent uses the flexibility of Muay Thai, jumps high, twists in the air, and hits a fierce knee strike with a hard-as-iron knee.
The right temple of the embarrassed defender. Although this man could block the attack with his hands folded, his body was completely out of balance due to the impact of the huge force.
The boxer collapsed to the ground.
Liu Wan's face turned pale with shock. She covered her mouth with her hands and couldn't scream. Her team's defeat was obviously determined. There was only one person left. The possibility of defeating the three opponents in a row and making a comeback was almost zero. She might even continue to lose to this person on the stage.
Muay Thai master, what should I do if I really lose...?
Liu Wan Fang Cun was in chaos.
Nalan Tongtong and Shen Yue were equally anxious.
Liu Wan pulled the two of them onto the pirate ship. They were both prosperous and devastated.
The match on the stage was not over yet. The fallen boxer tried to stand up, but the opponent did not give him a chance. He swept his leg like a powerful volley and hit him in the head.
Click!
People nearby could faintly hear the sound of cervical vertebrae being fractured.
The boxer who fell to the ground was kicked off the ring and lay on the ground like a dead dog, his life or death uncertain.
The domineering boxer who had won two games in a row walked back and forth, waving his arms to the crowd around him, showing off his victory. Hundreds of people cheered and shouted, and some simply threw colorful banknotes into the ring, flying everywhere, no one cared.
The loser dragged down by the staff will live or die.
Forgotten...the sad fate of losers.
The Japanese young man smiled reservedly and took a sip of coffee slowly, as if he had expected this result. The smiling middle-aged man next to him said flatteringly: "Master, Miyamoto-kun's boxing skills have improved again. China pigs don't even have the ability to fight back.
Among the boxers you raised, he is the best."
The Japanese young man slowly put down his coffee cup, chuckled and nodded. He was almost certain to win tonight's game. Thinking about the three beauties with different styles opposite him, a hint of evil appeared in his smile.
Liu Wan, who was suddenly ill and sought medical treatment, placed all his hopes on the third boxer to appear on the stage, and promised the boxer that if he wins a fight, he will pay an extra 1 million in commission.
The originally guilty boxer was probably dazzled by the money. He gritted his teeth and walked to the ring. The shouts and whistles resounded throughout the audience again, which was a desperate melody.
"You can't do it. You want to die and wait for another day."
The sudden sound caused the whole place to fall silent for a moment. The boxers who almost jumped onto the ring were looking for fame. They were a little confused and a little angry. No one wants to be underestimated.
Mr. Miyamoto, who was showing off his power on the stage, took a closer look. Hundreds of spectators looked sideways. Some people stood up and watched, full of curiosity. Liu Wan felt that the voice sounded familiar. Nalan Tongtong next to him had already looked back excitedly. Yes, it was her who was here.
The big bastard waiting...Yang Chen.
The seats near the ring are all occupied.
Yang Chen didn't push towards Nalan Tongtong, but stood at the entrance of the aisle, facing countless gazes calmly, with dragons, five, and nine behind him, with cold and stern faces, like two door gods.
"Long Wu, you go." Yang Chen turned around and ordered. Long Wu nodded, walked around his boss Yang Chen, walked down a few steps, and approached the ring. Liu Wan's boxer stared at Long Wu unconvinced.
"Yang Chen, what are you doing?!" Liu Wan asked angrily and loudly, obviously mistaking Yang Chen's kindness. At such a critical moment, she still only believed in herself and her own people, not those who came from small cities.
Yang Chen has the ability to turn things around.
"I'm doing it for Tongtong."
Yang Chen was too lazy to look at Liu Wan and stared indifferently at the Muay Thai master who was looking at him on the ring.
Before Long Wu came on stage, he made an astonishing move and punched Liu Wan's boxer. The man reacted quickly and raised his arm to block. The next scene left everyone stunned.
Long Wu's fist smashed off the man's forearm, and then hit the man's face without any hindrance. Half of his face was shattered, and he fell to the ground without any hesitation. He twitched a few times and stopped moving.
Liu Wan was stunned in disbelief, not expecting her to be so fragile.
The whole place was dead silent, and the staff in the audience were panicking, not knowing how to deal with this unexpected situation. Long Wu's expressionless face finally showed a smile, ferocious and bloodthirsty, he jumped onto the ring. At the same time, Miyamoto-kun, who had won two games in a row,
, his eyes showed unprecedented solemnity.
Yang Chen smiled leisurely, there was no waste among his people.
Nalan Tongtong ran over and nestled against Yang Chen's side, showing off her affection in front of everyone. Only with this man by her side did she feel at ease.
However, except for the Japanese young man opposite who stood up and glanced this way, few people paid attention to the two of them. Most people focused their attention on the boxing ring.
Ryugo confronts Ichiro Miyamoto.
It looks like a duel between masters.
Tonight's game enters at this moment**.
Long Wu's punch just now showed amazing explosive power. Miyamoto Ichiro did not dare to attack as unscrupulously as in the previous game, and circled around Long Wu, looking for opportunities to attack.
Dragon Five responds to all changes by remaining unchanged.
Miyamoto Ichiro, who was moving quickly, saw an opportunity when Ryugo's back was turned to him. He jumped up, spun 360 degrees, and threw a gorgeous leg, hitting Ryugo's neck.
Miyamoto Ichiro's movements were neither fast nor fierce. It was just that Long Wu was faster and more fierce. He turned around and advanced without hesitation, seemingly recklessly. He happened to catch Miyamoto Ichiro's right leg at the moment before it came down, and hit it with his fist.
The knee joint of this leg is used for accurate and ruthless strikes.
Miyamoto's iron legs, which had broken countless coconut trees, kicked stone pillars and iron bars, were instantly destroyed. He fell to the ring and almost fainted from the pain.
Long Wu's strength far exceeded his imagination.
He knew best that Long Wu's seemingly coincidental simple blow was a superb use of speed, strength, and accuracy. He pulled the rubber rope on the edge of the ring with both hands and stood up shakily, embarrassed and miserable.
Long Wu stared at the vulnerable opponent in the corner of the ring, shook his head slowly, and then looked back to the bottom of the ring. People subconsciously followed the landing point of his gaze, and finally countless eyes focused on Yang Chen.
Yang Chen held Nalan Tongtong's slender waist with one hand, and calmly made a gesture of wiping his neck with the other hand... Kill!
