Li Chuxiong's domineering attack made everyone feel relieved, and these two comrades, the doctors, brought this relief operation to a new level.
Funny, loving, irresistible...
"Ha ha!"
What are you waiting for? Life is short. If you encounter this situation, just laugh.
Some people laughed, while others cried. The guy who called the Chinese people the sick man of East Asia lay on the ground and rolled his eyes. He longed for someone to help him.
It's a pity that his colleagues, who are indifferent and always like to show their heroism, are standing there, as if it has nothing to do with them.
One of the leading officers signaled to the people around him, who reluctantly moved over and dragged him back by dragging their legs.
After a symbolic check, a buddy with golden eyebrows said lazily: "It's a little broken, I won't die."
A dark-skinned American man entered the ring. This man shook his neck as he entered the ring. He was nearly 1.9 meters tall. He was a typical Westerner. The muscles on his body were well developed, but he was not cumbersome at all. He was better than those in the gym.
Big steamed buns look much more powerful.
"You defeated our people, and I will defeat you next. Are you ready?"
The lines are a bit mediocre, but his attitude is better than mediocre. He has a cold look, and coupled with his not-so-handsome facial features, his aura is not bad.
Li Chuxiong still bowed his hand first. He couldn't be rude to the other party. Let's throw away the things left by our ancestors. But for those who like to pretend, whether you answer or not depends on your own mood.
This black man's name is Weiss, the top soldier in the Delta. He is also a boxing master and has won the heavyweight boxing gold belt. At this time, he raised his two fists, stepped on his feet, and lunged back and forth in a way.
The way the boxing started, slowly approaching Li Chuxiong.
Know how to be cautious, but have an eye like an eagle.
Whoosh...
Weissef punched first. His speed was very fast, and his fists were like lightning. It was hard to imagine that for such a big man, his fists could be so fast, and it was just an ordinary jab. This was not possible in the boxing ring.
is very common.
Li Chuxiong frowned, realizing that his opponent was not simple, so he treated it with caution. He tilted his head and passed by his ear with his fist. The wind of the fist hit his ear, but there was a burst of burning pain. It can be seen that this
The power of the fist.
Weissef's follow-up punch had already come to Li Chuxiong's heart, and before it hit him, Li Chuxiong could feel a strong sense of oppression.
It was almost impossible to escape at this time. Li Chuxiong decisively raised his arms to block his eyes, and immediately heard a bang...
Li Chuxiong stepped back, and before he could stand firm on his heels, Weissef's fist stabbed straight at him again. His speed was really extremely fast.
"careful!"
"Chu Xiong, be careful!"
"The opponent's fist is too fast, and there is no complete reaction at all!"
…
There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and everyone at the Yanjing station frowned and looked solemn.
But the other side of the United States looked very relaxed and proud at this time. (One Zero)
The person in charge smiled lightly and said: "Weissef is our hero. Not only has he made countless military exploits, but even after leaving the army, he still set a record in the boxing ring that is difficult for others to break. Looking at the world,
Fighting rings are almost exclusively occupied by us Westerners. When it comes to fists and kicks, you Chinese and even the entire East are very weak."
There is confidence in the words, and the confidence puts pressure on the disdain, and they are a group of big heads who like to show off.
However, as soon as this braggart finished speaking, there was a bang on the ring.
Li Chuxiong stepped back continuously, and when he reached the edge of the ring, he suddenly raised his energy. After dodging the opponent's jab, he threw out a fierce punch.
Hula la...
The fist blast was sharp and explosive for a moment, hitting the opponent's unprepared face directly.
pain!
This blow hurts just looking at it, not to mention that this punch was thrown by Li Chuxiong. The powerful force contained in it could blow a hole in a wall, let alone a person.
After receiving a punch, Weatherford's face wrinkled in pain and he stepped backward on his feet.
Li Chuxiong seized this opportunity and swung out a series of offensive long punches. The fists and knives hit Weissef's body hard. The first few punches were the strongest, and there were bursts of rumbling sounds, but then
The few punches that came down were all protected by Wisef raising his arms.
After more than a dozen punches, Li Chuxiong secretly took a deep breath, temporarily slowed down and stopped, his brows furrowed, and he discovered a problem.
"Wow, Chu Xiong is amazing!"
"Go on, put him down!"
"Give him some color and see!"
…
Everyone shouted excitedly, but Li Chuxiong did not relax at all. He was even more nervous than before, and his expression was more solemn. (Zero One)
Bang, bang...
Weisseff lowered his blocking arms and shook his neck from side to side. There was a hint of sinisterness in his eyes, and at the same time, the smile on the corner of his mouth was sarcastic, "Do you only have this little strength? Only these two moments? It's really...
"
Weatherford also wanted to call him the sick man of East Asia, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back. He looked at his accomplice lying on the ground like a dead dog, with his chin and chin broken and unable to close, and there was blood and chin.
He was bleeding out together, but there was no doctor to take care of him.
Weisseff retracted his words and continued to sneer, "You are no match for me."
Having said that...
A series of jabs hit Li Chuxiong like raindrops.
The whistling, sharp, and extreme jab was nothing more than what Weatherford showed.
There are suspicions of fake punches in boxing, but there is no doubt about the gold content of boxing champions.
What's more, this man is not only a one-time boxing champion, but a three-time boxing champion.
Li Chuxiong once again felt like he was facing a formidable enemy, and once again tensed up every nerve in his body. He showed his strongest state, but he knew in his heart that in today's battle, the possibility of him winning was extremely slim.
But even so...
We must also go all out and fight!
Bang, clang, bang...
Keng, Keng, Keng...
The fists of the two people were fighting each other quickly. Li Chuxiong stood still, and the same was true for Weissef. However, if you carefully observe the expressions on the faces of the two people, you can see that Weissef was becoming more and more relaxed, while Li Chuxiong was already gnashing his teeth.
Already.
It was almost reaching its limit. Li Chuxiong could no longer hold on any longer. Everyone in China held their breath and clenched their fists...
"Chu Xiong, why do you have to fight with him? There are others!"