Xu Shiying thought about it in his mind and felt that this move should be feasible.
However, just as he was thinking, the muscular man's fist hit him hard in the abdomen. The pain made his face instantly pale, and he felt his stomach churn, and stomach acid reached his throat.
It's just that the muscular man doesn't intend to let him go. There is no such thing as friendship first and competition second in the ring.
The referee will not declare the winner unless the opponent is knocked down.
As an experienced boxer, the muscular man will naturally not make the stupid mistake of giving his opponent breath.
One hand grabbed Xu Shiying's clothes, raised his foot, and wanted to hit his stomach hard again.
Xu Shiying's eyes were filled with anger. He grabbed the muscular man's left thumb with one hand and broke it hard. The muscular man quickly let go in pain. Xu Shiying fell to the ground. He took the opportunity to kick the muscular man's peach.
The pain caused the muscular man to retreat repeatedly.
Xu Shiying stood up from the ground with a calm expression. He didn't want to use bad tricks, which would make his reputation bad, but living was more important than an unfounded reputation.
Ignoring rubbing his aching stomach, Xu Shiying walked towards the muscular man expressionlessly, stopped only thirty centimeters away from the muscular man, raised his foot and continued to kick him hard in the stomach.
So what if the defense is amazing?
One foot can hold it, two legs can hold it, three legs? What about four legs?
How could the muscular man not know what Xu Shiying was up to? The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, his face was cold, his fist suddenly moved, and his arm turned into a bolt of lightning and struck directly at Xu Shiying.
Xu Shiying, who was about to lift his feet, noticed the muscular man's attack and quickly rolled to the ground. What he practiced most in the gravity room was the speed of his feet. Because of this, Xu Shiying escaped this attack. fist.
Seeing Xu Shiying dodge his fist again, he was furious. This kid was like a slippery loach. He was not very strong, but his ability to dodge was first-rate.
"Hmph! Let's see if you can keep hiding!"
The muscular man snorted, raised his toes high and kicked them out hard.
Xu Shiying blinked, stood up, raised his chest and took the initiative to bear the blow. When the muscular man kicked him in the chest, thinking that he was sure of victory, Xu Shiying grabbed the muscular man's ankles with both hands and pulled hard. The muscular man lost balance on his left and right feet and fell to the ground.
Xu Shiying knows better than anyone else that he will take your life while you are sick!
Suddenly, Xu Shiying appeared next to the muscular man. His palms turned into tiger claws and grabbed the muscular man's throat. The muscular man was in pain and tried to struggle. Xu Shiying's other arm hit the muscle hard. On the man's belly.
The muscular man was in pain again, and his face turned pale.
Because of the pain, the muscular man struggled violently. After all, Xu Shiying was not a professional tiger claw master and could not make his fingers as strong and hard as tiger claws.
Xu Shiying was not discouraged when the hand that grabbed the muscular man's throat was broken free. His figure flashed, his legs were like thunder, and he kicked the muscular man in the head hard.
boom!
The muscular man's head was hit hard, a large amount of blood flowed from the back of his head, and the muscular man was lifeless.
Xu Shiying didn't feel any discomfort, he just glanced at the muscular man lightly, and then waited for the referee to announce the winner or loser.
They are all characters in the painting. He needs to have a psychological burden of wool. When he comes in next time, the muscular man on the ground may be alive.
The referee standing aside came to the muscular man, squatted down, probed the muscular man's nostrils with his fingers, took a deep look at Xu Shiying, stood up and announced: "The winner, the alpaca!"
As the referee's voice fell to the ground, there was a deafening sound inside and outside the stadium, and spectators threw copper coins on the stage.
Xu Shiying did not squat down to pick it up immediately. He would not risk his life without being sure of the safety of the surroundings.
At this time, the referee walked up to him and said: "Mr. Alpaca, would you like to continue or take a break first?"
"How long can I rest?"
Xu Shiying asked.
He was punched in the abdomen by the muscular man, and it still hurts a little. If he could rest, it would be better to take a rest.
"Mr. Alpaca can rest for five minutes!" While the referee was speaking, two strong men came up and lifted the muscular man down. The blood flowing on the ground was also cleaned up.
The death of the muscular man not only did not bring any negative impact to the underground boxing ring, but instead raised the cheers around him to the highest point.
These cheers were for Xu Shiying, but Xu Shiying didn't care. But the rest time mentioned by the referee surprised him.
"Only a five-minute break?"
The referee nodded.
"You can only leave the underground boxing ring after ten consecutive fights?"
The referee continued to nod.
Xu Shiying was dumbfounded.
His body couldn't bear it after just one fight. After ten consecutive fights, even if he won in the end, he would basically be breathing his last breath.
A trace of pity flashed in the referee's eyes. All the boxers brought by Mr. Liu would not end well. After all, Xu Shiying signed a special contract to fight ten games in a row.
But ordinary free boxers only need to fight once, come at any time, fight at any time, and leave at any time.
But Xu Shiying can't do it. Xu Shiying's situation is equivalent to Wu Xiaoliu selling Xu Shiying into an underground boxing ring. No matter how strong Xu Shiying is, if he fights ten games in a row, there will definitely be accidents, and the smell of blood is not only unpleasant. It will affect the sound of the underground boxing ring, but on the contrary, the excitement of betting and competition will stimulate the audience's senses, making them completely fall in love with this sport.
After so many years of operation, the underground boxing ring has long been solidified and has its own rules. It is not allowed to buy or sell by force from spectators or boxers. Violators will be expelled from the underground boxing ring.
But there is no such thing on the surface, secretly such phenomena as Xu Shiying are everywhere.
"Wu Xiaoliu, I'll fuck your second uncle!"
Xu Shiying didn't understand yet, he was tricked by Wu Xiaoliu.
But he stayed in the betting area, sipping his wine, looking at the angry Xu Shiying on the stage, with a sneer on his face. This is the price for messing with your Sixth Master!
"Waiter, another bowl of turbid wine!"
Wu Xiaoliu threw out a copper coin and left it on the table casually. The waiter on the side put the copper coin in his pocket and soon brought a bowl of turbid wine.
As the name suggests, the turbid wine looks turbid, but tastes spicy and sweet. Wu Xiaoliu took a sip, his face full of pride.
Although he lost some copper coins against the muscular man, he did not believe that Xu Shiying would continue to win.
In his philosophy, if you lose at the beginning, you will definitely win later; if you win steadily at the beginning, you will definitely lose later.
Wu Xiaoliu hummed a tune and looked at Xu Shiying's surprised face on the stage. This was the best dish to go with wine. He took a big sip of the wine, his face full of enjoyment.
