Black boxing is also called underground boxing, and there is also an alternative name called death fighting. Black boxers must follow a truth when entering this industry. When you step into the ring, you will treat yourself as dead! In fact, black boxing
There are very few real fatalities in boxing matches. If it is not a dead end negotiated by both parties, usually no one will be killed. Every profession has its own set of rules, and black boxing is no exception. Anyone who violates the rules means that he will be punished.
Very severe punishment.
The fights in the boxing ring are all "undifferentiated" matches. There are no restrictions on boxing techniques and routines, and you don't even need to wear any gloves or protective gear. Generally, boxers are not allowed to use weapons. Their bodies are their only weapons, and they are the standard for measuring victory or defeat.
It's very simple, until one party can't get up.
In the boxing ring, it is common to see blood and flesh, broken bones and tendons. Blood and screams can stimulate the excitement of the audience, making betting more enjoyable. Each boxer participating in the competition will set corresponding odds, and the amount of betting will also be different.
Upper and lower limit regulations.
One thing is for sure, everyone who is qualified to enter the boxing match will place a bet. If you win the bet, the organizer will take a certain amount of money. If you lose, you can only wait for the next opportunity. After a boxing match, the organizer will basically
It is a sure profit without loss.
Jiangcheng's black boxing matches have a long history. The organizers have a strong background, so they attract many wealthy people from nearby cities to watch the matches. They are somewhat famous nationwide. Of course, every boxing match
The profits gained are also quite astonishing.
Some super-rich people who like black boxing will also support or invite boxers for betting. They only need to pay a certain fee to the organizer and sign a few private agreements. The two brats who came this time are said to be rich men.
The one who came here has won eleven games in a row. Every time he broke his opponent's arms and legs, his attacks were very vicious.
The most irritating thing is that the two little devils are still saying something arrogant, there are no masters in Jiangcheng, and all China is sick. It's really hard for me to bear it, but my aunt can't stand it, but Young Master Tang is angry!
After listening to Tang Guobin's story, Xu Qing probably understood the inside story of Black Boxing, but when he heard that the two brats were ruthless, he couldn't help but feel a little worried. He whispered: "Brother Tang, you don't have to fight with the brats by yourself."
Fight?"
Tang Guobin raised his head and said proudly: "Why, do you think I can't beat those two little devils?"
Young Master Tang's kung fu is not fake. He is very famous in Jiangcheng. In private, there is a group of people who often praise him as the best master in Jiangcheng. Of course, he himself does not dare to claim to be the best. There is such a great king in his family.
While God was standing, even one finger could crush him to death.
Xu Qing smiled and reminded kindly: "Have you seen the competition between the two little devils? As Sun Dabing said, only by knowing oneself and the other can one be victorious in every battle."
Tang Guobin said with a look of disdain: "I've seen two of them, it's nothing more than karate moves. I can definitely beat up two Japanese guys with the skill of 18 falls."
Tang Guobin's confidence greatly increased after he learned the Eighteen Fall of Zhanyi. As long as he didn't meet a guy like Xu Qing who had developed his inner strength, everyone else would be a piece of cake.
Now that he has made up his mind, Xu Qing doesn't want to say much, lest he make other people's ambitions undermine his prestige and affect the friendship between the two brothers.
"You said there is a boxing match today? Will the kid show up?" Xu Qing now wants to go to the boxing match to have a look, and maybe he can give Tang Guobin some advice.
Tang Guobin smiled and said: "Yes, the one who is playing today is an acquaintance."
"Oh?" Xu Qing frowned. He really couldn't think of who would participate in the competition. Suddenly an idea flashed in his mind and he asked: "It won't be Alo Abao, right?"
Tang Guobin shook his head and said: "No, do you remember the last time we competed at the Flying Eagle Taekwondo Hall? Today there is a match between Chi Mingyu and the kid Takeo Sakano."
Xu Qing seemed to have some impression of this person. He was tall and powerful, and he looked like a stick versus a devil, like his sister's Gemini.
"Is Chi Mingyu full enough? He opened a boxing gym and went to join in the fun." Xu Qing said something unintentionally, but who knew that Tang Guobin said with a straight face: "You kid is going around the corner and scolding me!
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Chi Mingyu opened a small taekwondo gym and went to competitions because he was full and full, but wouldn't a young man like Tang Guobin with a net worth of billions hold up even more?
Xu Qing stuck out his tongue and said with a sneer: "I beat the Japanese with a stick, but you are the Anti-Japanese Headquarters!"
Tang Guobin slapped the water with his palm, and the splash sprayed Xu Qing's face. He said with a strange smile: "I'm calling you a boy, I'll take care of you when I have a girl, so I can't resist!"
Sweat! Xu Qing was completely speechless. This guy's ability to associate is so powerful. He can think of anything when talking about resisting Japan. I'm sorry, buddy!
The two of them soaked for two hours before getting out of the hot spring pool. They went to the side room to wash away the astringent smell on their bodies. They even skipped the fish spa pool and went directly to the private room where Mr. Wu drank tea.
There was a root-carved coffee table in the center of the private room, and five old men in Tang suits were sitting around it, drinking tea and chatting slowly, even talking with a casual tone, quite a bit like literati.
When Mr. Wu saw the two of them coming in, he placed two purple clay cups and warmly invited them to sit down and drink tea.
Tang Guobin said bluntly: "Mr. Wu, I'm here today because I want you to have a baby and help you get rid of it."
Mr. Wu seemed to have no interest in the treasure he was talking about. He slowly poured a cup of tea for the two of them. He stretched out his palm, tapped the tip of the cup with his middle finger and said, "I'm not busy, let's drink tea first."
Tang Guobin picked up the tea cup and poured it into his mouth. He smacked his lips and said, "Good guy, I got Dahongpao from my old man!"
Although Xu Qing didn't know what was so special about Dahongpao, it must be excellent tea. He picked up the teacup and imitated Mr. Tang and drank it in one gulp, and heard Mr. Wu sighing repeatedly.
"Alas! I thought there was only one cow chewing peonies, but there is another one here!"
Tang Guobin laughed and said: "Old man, I've seen pigs eating cabbage, and cows chewing peonies. I really don't know what's going on! I drank the tea too, let's look at the treasure!" After that, he took out the dagger and put it on the table.
superior.
Mr. Wu picked up the dagger and took a look, shaking his head. The traces of the hilt being rubbed with sandpaper were clearly visible. It was already bare and no inscriptions could be seen on it. From an antique point of view, the hilt was completely useless.
Pulling out the sword, Mr. Wu's eyes suddenly lit up. The sword was in perfect condition with no damage at all. When he saw the two small characters engraved on the sword, his expression changed slightly and then returned to normal. He placed the sword on
The tea table said: "According to the bird seal inscription on the sword, the name of the sword is Long Yuan!"
"Long Yuan? That's probably an imitation, but people who imitate it are too random. As we all know, Long Yuan is a long sword, so it might become a short one." An old man with silver beard and hair started beside him.