As expected, the first person to appear was He Bi. He Bi jumped out with a relaxed expression, and even bowed to the spectators above the duel arena leisurely.
"snort!"
He Bi's opponent is an African friend. There are usually two types of African brothers. Either they are very thin, or they are big. He Bi's opponent is a big guy. He Bi's height only reaches the opponent's shoulders. This African friend is at least two meters tall.
the height of.
"Are you ready?" He asked with a serious face.
"yes!"
The African friend nodded matter-of-factly. He Bi's fist had already arrived, his body jumped up from the ground, and he punched the African friend in the face.
"Fu!" The African friend's face changed drastically. Well, he cursed angrily without changing his face. He watched helplessly as He Bi's fist got closer and closer to his black face.
"Boom!"
Why make a surprise attack and punch your African friend in the face when you can hit it with one hit?
"Ah!" the African friend shouted angrily, turning around and rushing towards He Bi.
Why bother seeing that his fist just did not cause any damage to the opponent, he was stunned for a moment, and quickly got out of the way. Looking at the figure of his African friend, he knew that he was a strong player, so why bother was naturally unwilling to fight head-on, not to mention that there were still two more people after this fight.
Well, you must conserve your energy, otherwise you will die on the way to victory.
"drink!"
"ha!"
He lowered his body to dodge two moves, and his face became ugly. Who said that the flexibility of a big man is poor? The African friend in front of him is not slow at all in attacking. He is just like an agile chimpanzee.
It doesn't matter if the opponent is fast, the key is that the defense is relatively strong. At least why did he just hit the opponent in the face? His face didn't change color at all, it was still so black and oily, as if he didn't lose any blood.
The African friend is coming with another heavy punch. Why not avoid this punch? You want to test the strength of your opponent. Why cross your hands and superimpose the power on your palms.
"Bang!"
Our African friends are staying put, so why fly upside down?
"Fuck!" Why bother shook his numb palms, this nigger is so powerful.
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"No, the boss may not be able to hold on for a few rounds and is ready to take action at any time." Feng Delun whispered nervously while watching the boxing match in the duel field.
"Got it!" Li Cansheng said, inserting his right hand into the lining of his suit.
"Don't act rashly!" Suddenly a voice interrupted. Feng Delun and Li Cansheng were startled. When they turned around, they saw that it was Xu Yifeng who was speaking. They breathed a sigh of relief.
"He Bi's abilities are far more powerful than you think." Xu Yifeng said with certainty.
After Xu Yifeng finished speaking, He Bi broke out in the duel field.
"Go to hell! Street nigger." Why bother lying on the ground and sweeping his legs towards the feet of his African friends?
The African friend's movements were extremely nimble. He only slightly bent his knees and immediately jumped up, avoiding the unnecessary sweeping kick.
Of course, Sir He's despicable and shameless reputation is not deserved. Sweeping his legs is just a prelude, and the next step is the main course. After sweeping his legs, why didn't he get up? Instead, he changed his posture and lay on the floor, and then used a modified move to lift up to the sky.
The vaginal foot is pushed out, and the target is the vital spot on the crotch of the African friend.
"suck!"
Everyone took a deep breath of air-conditioning. The African friend had already jumped up. He could not exert force twice in the air. With his own weight and the opponent's critical attack from the bottom up, a picture of a raw egg appeared in the minds of the male compatriots involuntarily.
The picture of the egg being broken and the yolk flying.
"Bang!" He Bi's kick was solid, but at the critical moment, the African friend unexpectedly came up with a strange move. A pair of thick palms hugged his vitals first, and He Bi's killer kick hit the opponent's vagina.
On the back of the hand, although this move is very unsightly, it is very practical.
"Oh, shit, it's okay." He was stunned for half a second, and without giving the opponent a chance to breathe, he kicked out again. The African friend held his hands on his crotch, and his body was a little slow. He had no time to dodge, but
He turned sideways and used his strong back to bear the heavy kick.
"Boom!"
Why turn from kicking to stepping, step on the waist of your African friend, lift your body up half a meter, and hit the opponent's head with an elbow? No matter how strong the defense is, the head is fragile.
"Boom!"
"Bang!"
Why should this blow pour down with all the gravity of the body and hit the African friend's head hard?
The African friend was not bad either. At the critical moment, he suddenly changed his moves and punched He Bi with a powerful punch straight into He Bi's lower abdomen. He Bi's body flew backwards again, but this time He Bi was lying on the ground twitching and could not get up to defend himself immediately.
"Ah!" The African friend held his head in his hands and roared in pain.
He Bi gritted his teeth and said nothing, but his face was pale and tears and snot ran from his nose in pain.
"Fuck, I can't do it anymore, come on!" He Bi turned to Gao Gang and said.
Gao Gang stared and looked at Chen Hui on the audience stage. Black boxing also had rules. In a Street Fighter match, substitutions were not allowed until one side fell. Why did he need to substitute himself? It would be equivalent to admitting defeat.
Chen Hui glared at Gao Gang angrily and shook his head vigorously. Although his opponent was really strong, he still hoped that He could win. He almost KOed his opponent just now. If there was a chance, even if He was beaten to death, he could win more.
Consume a little of that nigger's physical strength to pave the way for Gao Gang. In the black boxing duel arena, the loser is not qualified to live.
Gao Gang spread his hands in a helpless gesture, sitting up from the ground, closing his eyes, and slowly began to adjust his breathing.
"Naisong, check to see if anyone is on Xu Yizhuo's yacht." After the boxing match began, Chen Xin didn't seem to care much about the competition outside the field, and absentmindedly whispered to his men around him.
"Our people have already stolen onto their yacht. If we wait a little longer, we will have results soon." Chen Xin's men replied.
"Well! Let brothers be careful, one step from heaven to hell. We can't afford to lose this time, we must win." Chen Xin swallowed, instinctively looked up in the direction of the VIP room, and said with a trembling voice.
Xu Yizhuo has never been in the habit of letting people who are against him live.
As soon as Chen Xin finished speaking, his men received the message.
"Boss, there are only two crew members on Xu Yizhuo's yacht, and they have been killed by us. It seems that the other party is really unprepared. Our people have taken control of the yacht and can negotiate terms with Mr. Cui." Naisong said with excitement.
whispered.
"Okay!" Chen Xin whispered.
"Good! Beautiful!" cheers rang out in the duel arena.
Why stand on the ground with his face covered in blood while that strong African friend lies on the ground.