At the beginning of the game, Zhao Hailong took the lead in launching an offensive against Ye Chen.
Although he has not been able to reach the realm of a warrior, Zhao Hailong can still be considered a first-class level that ordinary people can achieve.
Therefore, even in Ye Chen's eyes, Zhao Hailong's fist is not something to be afraid of.
But for the ordinary spectators in the auditorium.
This fight between the two is undoubtedly the best boxing match they have seen in the past two days.
Although the strength of the two of them had already been revealed to some extent in the first round of assessment, there was a glass bottle between them at that time.
This kind of physical and fist-fighting competition will undoubtedly bring more excitement to people at the scene.
"Come on!"
Howls from the crowd kept coming from the auditorium.
"Yu Haolong, I bet a lot of money on you!"
"Don't lose to me!"
Ye Chen looked at the fists that kept coming towards him like a shower.
He frowned slightly.
There were not many opportunities to fight Zhao Hailong in the past, so Ye Chen was not sure where the man in front of him lost compared to Da Zhuang.
A sense of purity!
That’s right!
Ye Chen avoided Zhao Hailong's direct punch to his face, took a step back slightly, and stood firm.
He gathered his strength and punched Zhao Hailong hard in the lower abdomen.
"Well!"
The fierce and powerful punch caused Zhao Hailong to stagnate.
The pain made his whole body suddenly numb.
His mind went blank, let alone continuing to punch.
He found it difficult to even stay standing.
"good!"
Seeing Ye Chen's blow, Zhao Hailong clutched his stomach and was knocked unconscious.
Everyone in the audience stood up and roared.
Its sound seemed to be intended to penetrate the entire underground arena and reach the sky above the island.
"good!"
Captain Mark, who was also sitting in the audience, also smiled and applauded Ye Chen, and at the same time began to feel complacent about his vicious eyes.
At the same time, he looked at Smith, and Mark was even more proud when he saw that his face was starting to look ugly.
It seems that the thorn in my flesh that I have suffered for many years will soon be removed with my own hands!
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"Do you know where your shortcomings are?"
He could hear Ye Chen's voice above his head.
Zhao Hailong raised his head with difficulty and looked at Ye Chen's stern face.
Because of the rules of the boxing match, unless one of the two players in the ring dies completely.
Otherwise, the game will not end, and there will be no referee to stop the game to give the players a chance to breathe.
"Your concentration is not enough and your consciousness is too scattered."
Reaching out and grabbing the hair of the man in front of him, Ye Chen pressed him hard on the ring.
"listen!"
He clenched his fist and dropped it towards Zhao Hailong's face.
"The so-called boxing fight is a game where you have to fight your opponent with the awareness of death!"
"Defense or offense, you have to at least make sure that one is always your main focus."
Ye Chen's cold words hit Zhao Hailong's heart one after another like his fists.
"There are almost no people who can do both defense and offense at the same time, especially in your current state."
"You clearly know that I am better than you, but you still intend to prevent yourself from falling behind?"
"If your opponent wasn't me, that punch just now could have killed you!"
Zhao Hailong was born as a street gangster, so a large part of his fighting style evolved from his early street fighting.
The biggest feature of street fighting is that it involves fighting with weapons.
There are almost no gangsters or gangsters who go into a fight without a dick or something.
Whether it's a metal club, a machete, or a pistol, these kinds of things are for ordinary people.
Even if he got hit, his skin and flesh would be torn apart at the slightest, and he would fall to the ground directly at the worst.
These situations are almost always a prerequisite for death in serious conflicts.
Therefore, for Zhao Hailong, while attacking, he must allocate another part of his attention to guard against others' sneak attacks.
When fighting against someone of equal or slightly inferior strength to himself, Zhao Hailong's habit is undoubtedly safe and effective.
But this also means that Zhao Hailong can only stay in this state for the rest of his life.
No matter at what time, he will definitely divert his attention to pay attention to the surrounding situation, so that he cannot reach the state of meditating and focusing on himself.
In this way, once you encounter an opponent who is slightly stronger than Zhao Hailong himself.
His moves will become fragmented or even full of flaws because of his distraction.
Take Da Zhuang as an example.
Even though Ye Chen's current strength is now more than one level stronger than Da Zhuang.
But if two people fight to the death in the boxing ring.
Who will have the last laugh is still unknown.
If Ye Chen is compared to a cheetah, fast and deadly, then Da Zhuang is like a tiger bear, with nothing but amazing destructive power.
Da Zhuang doesn't know how to defend, and he doesn't think about defense-related matters during a fight.
Apart from constantly attacking and the enemy in front of him, Da Zhuang will never think about other things.
And this is precisely the strength of Da Zhuang.
Every punch he throws is full of killing intent. As long as he gets the first punch, his opponent will never have a chance to turn defeat into victory.
This is also the reason why Ye Chen likes to compete with Da Zhuang.
When competing against such pure opponents, Ye Chen can often learn a lot from them.
But Zhao Hailong is different. He does not have the strength of Da Zhuang, nor does he have the muscles of Da Zhuang that have been trained to the peak of mortals.
Under such circumstances, he actually thought that he would have enough energy left to fight back.
If Ye Chen were replaced by any other junior warrior.
Zhao Hailong may have died from the blow just now.
And as Ye Chen kept landing punches, the cheers in the audience became louder and louder.
These people will not pay attention to who wins and who loses in the end.
Even though they made a valuable bet in the Black Hawk Gang's underground gambling house.
But to them, those things are similar to the poop in the toilet.
Using those things in exchange for one life after another slowly disappearing in front of one's eyes, this transaction is undoubtedly a sure profit.
"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"
Cheers one after another rang in their ears.
The corners of Zhao Hailong's eyes were already swollen due to congestion.
The sight towards Ye Chen also began to blur.
He only remembered that the opponent's fists kept falling on his face.
His entire body was numb, and even the pain was about to disappear.
"Ye...Boss Ye...I'm so sorry to disappoint you."
"I...I think maybe I'm not the best person to follow you here."
"So...don't worry about me, just kill me!"
The man slowly opened his bloody lips and said angrily.