Five simple words once again brought the atmosphere of the scene to the highest point.
Every audience member felt as if they had been given a shot of blood.
But when Shan Qing raised his hand, the boxing ring instantly became silent again, which showed how strong Shan Qing's control was.
"It seems that no one is optimistic about you. Have you thought about the consequences of playing for Twenty?" After Shan Qing finished speaking, he raised his head and looked at Dao Twelve in the stands. He continued: "You are carrying the underground fist.
The title of king has actually become a coward, are you so afraid of death?"
"It's enough for me to show up." Han Sanqian said.
Shan Qing laughed loudly, and the audience in the stands also laughed, as if they had heard a big joke.
"This guy's tone is really crazy. He doesn't take Shan Qing seriously at all."
"If you dare to talk to Shan Qing like this, Shan Qing will definitely not let him go. This guy is dead."
"I really don't know how he will die in Shan Qing's hands. With Shan Qing's methods, he will be tortured to death."
After Shan Qing had laughed enough, he said to Han Sanqian: "You are a piece of trash, so what if I ask you to punch me ten times? You can't beat me either."
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Han Sanqian's mouth. He might not be able to actually attack this guy in a fight, but he never expected that Shan Qing would take the initiative to make such a request. Didn't he just give him full play?
Space?
As long as the strength of the Taekwondo gym is used, this guy won't even have a chance to resist.
"I don't need you to punch me ten times, one punch is enough." Han Sanqian said.
Shan Qing stretched out his right hand, hooked his index finger at Han Sanqian, and said, "Okay, I'll give you a punch first. Come on, let me see how strong a weakling like you can be."
"You asked for this, don't regret it." Han Sanqian said with a smile.
"Regret?" Shan Qing said contemptuously: "How could I regret dealing with a waste like you?"
Han Sanqian lowered his legs and once again assumed a stance.
When other spectators saw this scene, they all laughed.
"This guy is really a novice. He doesn't know anything, yet he dares to challenge Shan Qing in a duel."
"Hey, it's another one-sided crushing. It's really boring."
"It would be nice to see how this idiot was beaten to death by Shan Qing, just think of it as an extra meal tonight."
After Dao Twelve heard these words, his face turned extremely pale. With Han Sanqian's strength, one punch would definitely not be enough to shake Shan Qing, and after one punch, he would withstand Shan Qing's storm-like attack. At that time, his
In addition to death, Dao Twelve could not think of any other possibility.
At this time, Han Sanqian's energy storage had been completed, and the power of his legs exploded, making a loud noise when they collided with the ring.
This surprised the audience in the stands, because in their eyes, Han Sanqian was just a weakling, and no one thought that he could possess such power.
Although Shan Qing was a little surprised, such strength was not enough for him to face it cautiously.
Since he said he would be punched in front of so many people, he would never lose face and regret it.
"It's okay to hit an ordinary person with this kind of strength, but you want to hurt me. You're talking nonsense." Shan Qing actually chose to close his eyes at this time, only in the style of a master.
After the audience saw this scene, they were all impressed by Shan Qing. He closed his eyes when he was facing an enemy. This must be such a level of disdain.
"This guy actually doesn't take Brother Sanqian seriously." After Zhou Bo saw it, he gritted his teeth and said. Shan Qing's arrogance made him want to go out and compete in person. Unfortunately, he also knew that he was not Shan Qing.
opponent.
Dao Twelve sighed and said: "With his strength, there is really no need to take Brother Sanqian seriously. The two of them are completely different levels of competition."
Han Sanqian's offensive was very fierce, but due to Shan Qing's contempt, even the ordinary audience did not take Han Sanqian seriously.
At this time, Han Sanqian had already approached Shan Qing. In response to his closing his eyes, Han Sanqian just silently cursed: "Idiot."
The moment Han Sanqian and Shan Qing's fists came into contact, Shan Qing suddenly opened his eyes, and Han Sanqian's smiling face appeared in front of him.
Immediately, Shan Qing's expression became distorted, and the distortion was caused by pain.
The next moment, Shan Qing felt his body rising into the air uncontrollably, his feet leaving the ground, and flying towards the back like a kite with its string cut off.
It flew out of the ring and hit the audience. Several spectators who were hit by Shan Qing's body wailed.
This series of things happened in a flash of lightning, and many people never recovered.
Shan Qing, who had been knocked out, stood up unsteadily in the stands, then vomited blood like a fountain in his mouth, and fell to the ground weakly.
The only sound left in the silent stands was rapid breathing.
In the private stand, Zhou Yangfu, who had regained consciousness, jumped up from the sofa, walked to the one-way mirror, and looked at Han Sanqian on the ring in disbelief.
This guy...
He actually knocked out Shan Qing with one punch. How is it possible? How is it possible!
With Shan Qing's strength, how could he be KO'd?
He is just a weakling with a weak body.
Zhou Yangfu was in a panic and kept scratching his bald head.
Qinglong Boxing Stadium relies entirely on Shan Qing for support, and now Shan Qing is obviously seriously injured. Without Shan Qing, the reputation of Qinglong Boxing Stadium would be ruined!
After the silence, a burst of uproar suddenly erupted in the boxing ring. Everyone looked at Han Sanqian in the ring in disbelief. They even suspected that they were hallucinating. How could they see Shan Qing flying out of the ring?
Shouldn't it be him who died?
"What did I see! He actually knocked out Shan Qing with one punch."
"Oh my God, could it be that you were dazzled? How could this guy kill Shan Qing with one punch?"
"Shan Qing is about to vomit blood and die. What's impossible? I didn't expect that this kid is actually a master."
"I really can't believe that he can be so strong."
The ridicule towards Han Sanqian all turned into incredible sighs at this moment. Shan Qing's powerful image instantly collapsed at this moment, and no one dared to look at Han Sanqian with contempt anymore.
Zhou Bo slapped himself hard twice and said to Dao Twelve: "Brother, tell me. I'm not dreaming."
Dao Twelve's chest heaved violently. The shock brought to him by Han Sanqian's one-punch knockout of Shan Qing was so strong that he couldn't believe it.
But the fact has happened before our eyes, so what is there to doubt?
"It's not a dream. Brother Sanqian has really become stronger, and it's terrifyingly strong." Dao Twelve didn't even notice it himself. When he said these words, even his tone was slightly trembling.
Zhou Bo swallowed his saliva to moisten his throat, suddenly clenched his fists, looked at Han Sanqian with burning eyes, and said: "Brother Sanqian is so strong, I must worship him as my teacher. If he doesn't accept me for a day, I will kneel down."
Don't get up even a day in his presence."
Regarding Zhou Bo's inexplicable persistence, Dao Twelve smiled helplessly and said: "Do you think Brother Sanqian is very idle? How can he have the leisure to be your master? You'd better give up this idea and let Brother Sanqian worry less."
Zhou Bo lowered his head feebly. He knew very well how much trouble Han Sanqian was facing. The heat in his head was instantly extinguished by Dao Twelve and a basin of cold water.
"Damn it, I looked down on Brother Sanqian before. Fortunately, you taught me a lesson in time, otherwise I would have offended such a strong man." Zhou Bo said with a look of self-blame. In his world, force is the most important thing.
Only the strong can win his respect, and now, Han Sanqian obviously has such qualifications.
Dao Twelve straightened his back unconsciously and said: "Brother Sanqian will argue with a little person like you? You'd better stop being so sentimental."
Zhou Bo smiled awkwardly, scratched his head and said, "Brother, you are too offensive. Although I am not as strong as Brother Sanqian, I am not weak either."
"Really? Do you want Brother Sanqian to give you a punch?"
This sentence made Zhou Bo's eyelids jump, and he quickly said: "No, no, brother, stop teasing me. Even Shan Qing was knocked out with one punch. Brother Sanqian gave me a punch and he still had to take mine."
Little life."
At this time, Han Sanqian, who was standing on the ring, suddenly turned around and looked at the private stand. He knew that the person who just spoke was here.
"Do you want to continue?" Han Sanqian asked calmly. This is a gesture of declaring war on the entire Qinglong Boxing Stadium with the power of one person!
