Relax. "
"Relax."
"You must be able to hold on!"
Intermission.
Cheng Hui rushed to the corner of the ring, quickly took out the braces from Li Jiajun's mouth, rinsed them with mineral water, and then put them back in again.
"Uh-huh."
Li Jiajun bit his braces and nodded, his tone vague but his eyes very firm.
"Fortunately, the bones are not broken, and the bleeding from the nose is not serious for the time being."
A professional doctor was standing by Li Jiajun treating the blood stains.
Cheng Hui stood aside and observed the situation, feeling relieved.
The two punches that Li Zitian just hit Li Jiajun in the face were very fierce. If Li Jiajun hadn't stepped back to release his strength and had strong physical fitness, he would have lost the ability to compete now.
Then you will be punished directly by the referee.
As long as I can still play now, I will have a chance next time.
Li Jiajun has even mastered trivial skills, what else can he not endure?
At this time, Cheng Hui squeezed Li Jiajun's shoulders and whispered: "You can't judge Li Zitian with your experience..."
"Don't compete with him for match points in the waiting game, let's attack quickly!"
"Your attacking rhythm is better than Li Zitian's. Only by seizing the opportunity and making one move can you win this game!"
Every boxer.
In long-term training, they will combine various fighting skills and create their own combinations.
This combination is a style, a routine, or a rhythm.
Some focus on defense, some focus on offense, and some are all-round development.
As the boxing champion, Li Zitian has a first-rate defensive rhythm.
As a dark horse challenger, Li Jiajun is good at attacking rhythm.
Cheng Hui had studied many of Li Zitian's game routes before and had long discovered that this guy was very good at attacking from behind and using weaknesses to ambush.
So before the game started, he specifically told Li Jiajun to be careful, careful, and more careful.
Unexpectedly, in the first half of the game, Li Jiajun fell into this guy's trap.
But it doesn't matter, Cheng Hui wants to win more than Li Jiajun, and he has already made a plan for Li Jiajun.
That is to let Li Jiajun play the defensive rhythm!
That's right!
Under Cheng Hui's strategic arrangements, Li Jiajun played at a defensive pace in all previous games.
Coupled with Li Jiajun's status as a newcomer, there was no extra information for Li Zitian to study.
So this is a killer deliberately left behind by Li Jiajun, and it may be the key to turning defeat into victory.
So after hearing Cheng Hui's words, Li Jiajun nodded and turned his attention to Li Zitian across from him.
Li Zitian was also breathing heavily and was being checked by medical staff.
However, compared with Li Jiajun, who had a bruised nose, swollen face and wounds on his face, Li Zitian was much more handsome with his confident and high-spirited posture while drinking water calmly.
Then, after Cheng Hui lowered his head and taught Li Jiajun a few more tips, the chief referee in the audience rang the bell gently.
"Ding ding ding."
"Beep!!!"
The referee on the stage blew the whistle.
Li Jiajun and Li Zitian pulled up the rope at the corner of the ring at the same time. With a snap, they quickly rushed towards each other with the help of momentum.
boom!
The two sides collided.
Da da da!
The four fists punched together quickly.
But this time, Li Jiajun no longer used block to meet the fist. He made a few swings and directly used his movements to dodge Li Zitian's attack.
Block to dodge.
The gap between them is huge.
Because the difficulty of dodging is several times that of blocking.
Also because dodging punches is a standard attack rhythm combination!
When Li Zitian saw his fist being dodged, he instinctively kept up, but was quite shocked in his heart.
Li Jiajun seized the opportunity, advanced forward, and hit Li Zitian's jaw with a swinging fist.
Poof!
An extremely fierce punch!
Li Zitian raised his head and stepped back, spitting blood in the air from his mouth, and even the braces in his mouth flew into the sky.
This is the only heavy punch attack that Li Zitian has encountered since the beginning of the game.
And it suffered a heavy blow not long after it started. You can imagine how surprised the audience in the audience and in front of the TV will be.
what happened?
The rookie was beaten hard in the first half, but in the second half it was as if he had been beaten to death, and he got match point in the first round?
Snap.
The braces fell to the ground.
Li Zitian retreated to the edge of the stage, stabilized his legs, shook his head, and continued to attack forward.
The medical team who had just rushed to the corner of the ring stopped coming on stage and watched Li Zitian continue the game.
Li Jiajun roared and rushed forward, taking advantage of the victory!
When the two sides fought back and forth again, the commentator in the audience came back to his senses and shouted: "Oops!"
"Li Zitian was punched!"
"Li Jiajun's punch just now knocked off his braces, but Li Zitian did not stop the game and continued to compete with Li Jiajun."
"Surprise, this really surprised us."
"Hahaha, to be honest with you, our two commentators agreed during the halftime break that the second half would be over within ten minutes."
"Because Li Jiajun was beaten in the first half and was hit by Li Zitian's trivial skills, his condition obviously declined a lot, so we thought the game would end soon."
"I didn't expect that Li Jiajun changed his style in the second half and punched Li Zitian head-on. Now it's really hard to tell who will win and who will lose!"
Cheng Hui grabbed the blue towel, stood under the ring and cheered: "Yes!"
"Punched!"
"Hit him! Beat him! That's right! That's how you beat him!"
On stage.
Li Jiajun still had the advantage, and in each encounter, he repeatedly defeated his opponents and quickly expanded his advantage.
Every time he hits his opponent, there will be cheers from the audience.
It’s as if this is his home court!
He is the boxing champion!
No!
This is the home court of the strong, and the cheers of every audience are always given only to the strong, only to the winners!
Victoria Peak.
Li Shaoze looked at Erlang's legs, nodded and said without changing his expression: "Li Jiajun wins."
"yes."
"There's no way he's losing."
Li Ping'an sat next to him and nodded, giving the same answer.
Because as long as you have enough eyesight, you can see the ending very clearly now.
Li Jiajun will win.
Because, in the second half, he changed his playing style and no longer played a defensive rhythm, but played a sharper offensive rhythm.
Dry.
So insidious.
This is a trick that was deliberately hidden.
This caused Li Zitian to be caught off guard and suffered a heavy blow at the beginning.
This punch completely helped Li Jiajun regain his disadvantage in the first half, and also completely stunned Li Zitian.
If Li Zitian stopped the game at the moment he lost his braces and applied for a physical examination, then he would have a chance to turn defeat into victory after calming down.
But Li Zitian didn’t!
His head was full of shit, oh no, full of anger!
He chose to continue attacking and completely fell into Li Jiajun's rhythm.
In addition, Li Jiajun's offensive rhythm is better than his, hahaha...
When a boxer loses his rhythm, do we need to talk about the ending?
This was the second half of the game, and Li Zitian had no chance.
However, as the defending boxing champion, Li Zitian majestically beat the rookie in the first half, but was beaten like a rookie at the beginning of the second half. How angry I feel is actually understandable.
But understanding is understanding, Li Jiajun can understand it, but this does not mean that Li Jiajun will not beat him!
When the second half reached seven minutes, Li Zitian's face was already swollen in many places, and even his steps became a little messy.
However, Li Jiajun still moved accurately and had a beautiful rhythm. He finally seized an opportunity and stepped forward with a swipe.
"Li Jiajun is attacking!"
While the commentator exclaimed loudly, Li Zitian moved sideways, trying to dodge the punch...
But it's no longer useful.
His speed is too slow.
boom!
Li Jiajun's powerful punch hit his opponent's nose.
Snap.
The sound of a broken nose was masked by the wind of the fist.
Li Zitian's eyes went dark, and he knew nothing anymore, so he leaned back and fell to the ground.
"Hit!"
"Hit!"
The commentator's shouts, the audience's cheers, and the referee's countdown while lying on the ground.
At this moment, Li Jiajun was standing in the center of the ring, huffing and puffing, as if a hundred thunders were exploding in his ears.
Finally, the ring referee finished reading the seconds, walked to the side, raised his arm and shouted: "Boxing champion!"
"Boxing champion! Boxing champion! Boxing champion!"
The audience stood up enthusiastically, raised their arms and shouted excitedly.
Wonderful.
The ending is reversed.
This game is really exciting!
Cheng Hui rushed to the ring and hugged Li Jiajun amidst a sea of confetti and bubbles, with a look of ecstasy on his face.
A group of medical staff silently walked onto the ring, carried the fainted Li Zitian onto a stretcher, and sent him out of the competition.
Some people cry and some laugh.
The adult world is always such a reality.
The announcer also officially announced at this moment that Li Jiajun became the new boxing champion of the MMA mixed martial arts competition.
The organizing committee quickly came on stage and put a gold belt representing the boxing champion's status into Li Jiajun's hands...
Seeing that the game is over, it is already over.
Li Wenbin stood in front of the TV at home, looking at Li Jiajun holding up his golden belt, his eyes red, and his heart was deeply touched.
This guy has really grown up!
You are qualified to speak!
Li Shaoze turned off the phone and stood up on the sofa just like watching a TV show. He turned to look at his son next to him and said, "Ping An, have you bought any peripherals?"
"..."
Li Ping'an's expression was stunned, and he smiled awkwardly: "Fifty thousand, if you buy him, he will lose."
"Depend on."
"If I buy him five million, he will lose!"
Li Shaoze slapped his forehead and felt that his son was too unreliable.
Don’t you even know the strength of your roommate?
Can this be a wrong purchase?
I'll punish you to boxing another day!
Win it back for me!
Li Ping'an seemed to see the meaning in his father's eyes, and explained repeatedly: "It's okay, dad. It's okay. Xinle should be able to earn one to two hundred million based on the handicap."
"If you lose, you lose. Our family is not short of this little money."
"Brat."
"Get out!"
Li Shaoze laughed and cursed, thinking when would it be his son's turn to comfort him? Do I feel sorry for five million people?
The two smiled at each other and went back to their rooms to sleep.
(End of chapter)
