Now that the game has just entered fifteen minutes, Thai guy Mengchai has been kicked and fell to the ground. In the eyes of many people, it is feared that Li Shengyang, the king of soldiers, will win this time.
"What kind of bullshit boxing champion is this!"
"Garbage is garbage!"
"Thai guy, if you dare to lose, I won't let you leave Binhai City alive!"
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The rich people below were insulting me and saying anything.
Chen Qian kept looking at Xiao Chen next to her, who always seemed very calm.
As he said, he doesn't bet, he just watches these two people fight. Who wins or loses is nothing to him. However, Zhou Shihao, Pan Sheng, and their pig friends
Dog friends, I'm starting to get a little nervous. I won't lose my money so quickly.
If two people played for two or three hours, losing like this would be nothing. Unexpectedly, Meng Guai seemed to have lost so quickly.
Mengchai was lying on the ground. When he saw Li Shengyang getting closer and closer to him, he suddenly stood up. The cheers from the audience below rang out again. He looked directly at Li Shengyang and said in Thai: "Sorry, it's just starting now."
Li Shengyang's lips moved, but he was not nervous. When he continued to fight with Mengchai, for him, Mengchai's Muay Thai strength was not bad.
The two of them were already sweating profusely in the fighting arena, especially the sweat that almost flowed down from their heads, covering their eyes. The tears were salty, a little bitter, and the most important thing was the heat. Moreover, now the two of them were almost fighting hand-to-hand.
Together, grab each other's heads.
"Bang!" Li Shengyang directly hit Mengchai's head with his own head. Mengchai did not avoid it, and the two hit each other's heads.
Soon, in the fighting arena, Li Shengyang directly pressed Mengchai down, raised his huge fist and hit Mengchai hard in the face.
Mengchai hurriedly dodged, and Li Shengyang punched the floor.
When Li Shengyang took his hand back, it was already bleeding. At this time, Mengchai directly squeezed the opponent's fist, and then kicked Li Shengyang's crotch hard with both feet.
After Li Shengyang dodged directly, Mengchai hit the opponent in the neck again.
Li Shengyang dodged, and the opponent's right hand directly grabbed Li Shengyang's face. The eyes of Li Shengyang's face were almost gouged out by Mengchai.
Li Shengyang's eyeballs were not hit, but blood was bleeding from the corners of his opponent's eyes.
"Dr. Xiao, this is really exciting. It's bloody!" Zhou Shihao said.
He quickly forgot who won and who lost.
The same is true for others. However, Xiao Chen knew that the strength of the two people was now comparable. It seemed that Li Shengyang still had the advantage just now, but as time went by, Li Shengyang's advantage became less and less obvious.
After all, this Mengchai has experienced hundreds of battles and has fought in countless such fighting matches.
Li Shengyang had won twenty-nine games in a row before, just because he had never encountered a strong opponent before. Moreover, Xiao Chen discovered that Li Shen's old injuries might be slowly exposed this time.
This point was the main reason why Xiao Chen judged that the opponent would lose.
In addition, Xiao Chen just used his clairvoyance to see that Li Shengyang Yintang was obviously black and would definitely bleed. Just now, the corner of his eye was pinched by the opponent, and now he is bleeding.
If this is only certain, it is not enough to judge that the other party will lose. But the dark energy of the other party Yintang becomes more and more obvious. Xiao Chen knows that Li Shengyang will lose miserably.
Many viewers now feel that Li Shengyang's advantage is still obvious, but Xiao Chen knows that Li Shengyang is no longer as good as Meng Cai.
If it was a protracted war, then Li Shengyang would have a greater chance of losing. If Mengchai had just been eliminated within fifteen minutes, Li Shengyang would definitely have won.
However, as soon as it was gone, the opponent's advantage was gone.
"I really underestimate you." Chen Qian said. Obviously, she could also see that Li Shengyang's advantage was no longer as good as that of Meng Guai just now.
On the contrary, Meng guessed that the bigger he got, the stronger he got, and the more he fought, the more powerful he became.
This is not to say that Mengchai is much more powerful than Li Shengyang, but that Li Shengyang went to the battlefield with injuries, which is a taboo in boxing matches, and the opponent is not as experienced in protracted fighting as Mengchai.
When the two reached forty points, Li Shengyang's head and hair were suddenly grabbed by Mengchai, and then his whole body was controlled by Mengchai. Mengchai's left knee directly pushed hard into Li Shengyang's chest.
Li Shengyang couldn't avoid it and was hit directly. The dentures in his mouth almost came out.
He knew that his strength had begun to weaken. However, Li Shengyang knew that he could not lose.
Li Shengyang was hit in the chest one after another by Meng Chai. When he was flying out, Li Shengyang flew up from where he was and threw Meng Chai to the ground. He hooked his left hand and pressed directly on the opponent's neck.
Li Shengyang was gasping for air, inhaling and gasping.
Mengchai, who was pressed hard by him on the fighting field, was also panting and inhaling. Li Shengyang punched the opponent's face hard. Mengchai was hit and felt even more pain. He even felt dizzy.
It seemed that he pushed Li Shengyang away with all his strength, and then walked away to the side, gasping for air.
Fighting with a master, just ten minutes is like fighting with sandbags for two hours. It is almost a battle of wits and courage. You have to use all your strength every time, otherwise you may die.
"Fuck, kill this Thai guy quickly!"
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"Munchai, Savardika, kill him!"
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The faces of Mengchai and Li Shengyang were blurred by the sweat, and they didn't know how much sweat was shed on their faces. This is not the most important thing, but their physical strength, physical ability, and reaction ability, compared with just now
It's already far behind.
However, neither of them could stop and rest.
Li Shengyang knew that he had to defeat the opponent as soon as possible, otherwise, his old injury would relapse and pain would begin again, and he would definitely not be able to survive another thirty minutes.
In the past twenty-nine consecutive games, the fastest was ten minutes, and the slowest was less than half an hour. Now it has been more than fifty minutes, and the opponent has still not been knocked down.
It's not that he doesn't want to, but that this opponent is too strong. He knows that Mengchai's strength is indeed not simple. He is the most powerful fighter among the many fighters he has encountered.
Mengchai spat out a mouthful of saliva, which was bloody. He gasped for air, but he still took the initiative to attack. He also knew that he could not delay it any longer. The Chinese boy in front of him was much more powerful than he imagined.
After the two began to test the attack again, Li Shengyang began to kick Mengchai hard, but Mengchai dodged the opponent's kick.
Li Shengyang kicked him again, and he suddenly hugged Li Shengyang's right foot tightly, and then directly dragged Li Shengyang from his feet to the ground.
Li Shengyang couldn't stand firmly, lost his balance, and fell down directly. Meng Chai pinned him down, then raised his hands and hit the opponent's neck hard.
One punch, two punches, and on the third punch, Li Shengyang dodged and suddenly flipped around, just like those big snakes entangled their prey, directly entangling Mengchai. (To be continued)