Chapter 269: Enough, You Scumbag

The biggest difference between professional and amateur players is not the gap in technique, but perseverance.

Since the start of the Donghai University League, except for Chen Dacheng, almost no one has been able to stand up after receiving a heavy punch to the ground, and most of them are not physically unable to stand up, but mentally completely defeated by their opponents.

The students in the stands exclaimed.

Many students at Donghai University of Physical Education even chanted Fang Hongbo's name.

When the referee counted the seconds to 8, Fang Hongbo struggled to stand up panting.

There was fierce applause in the stands, and so far, in addition to the previous Chen Dacheng, Fang Hongbo is the second person who can stand up after being hit by a heavy punch.

The layman looks at the excitement, they will only be stirred up by blood and passion.

Only insiders look at the doorway, and only some high-level players and coaches present know how difficult it is for Fang Hongbo to stand up.

Mu Yicheng's explosive power is so strong, many more professional people know better, this punch in the jaw directly knocked Fang Hongbo's braces away.

Fang Hongbo's right cheek was raised high, his braces had been knocked out, and blood was oozing from his teeth.

Put on the braces again, his eyes were still resolute, and the fighting intent in his eyes was not extinguished by the punch just now.

Mu Yicheng's eyes are full of contempt, his most admired idol is Tyson of the United States, he will not have the slightest pity for any opponent, on the contrary, the blood coming out of the opponent's body will only make him more excited.

His eyes were full of bloodthirsty excitement, his teeth were grinning, and his whole face was slightly distorted by excitement, like a bloodthirsty wolf facing its dying prey.

Peng Xi shook his head, "I still underestimate Mu Yicheng's strength, Fang Hongbo can't bear this round."

Wang Xiaonan also frowned, "I should have thought that the last time I was in the gym, Mu Yicheng didn't show all his strength at all."

"After all, it was just a scramble, and with me present, he more or less withdrew his hands, and when he really let go, he was a beast released from the cage."

Wang Xiaonan stared at Mu Yicheng in a daze, "I must carry it until five rounds are completed, so as to maximize his physical energy and fight for a glimmer of life for Lu Shanmin."

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Peng Xi, his eyes were full of strong fighting intent, "Coach Peng, if Lu Shanmin and I can successfully enter the final four, with your influence in the sanda world, you should be able to arrange for me and Mu Yicheng to fight first."

Coach Peng frowned slightly, "Lu Shanmin just played against you for a while, can you take risks for him?"

Wang Xiaonan said firmly: "Just like you said, the mountain people are bloody people, and at the same time, people who practice martial arts, the most pitiful thing is this, he can do it knowing that he can't do it, I am willing to help him."

Peng Xi's eyes showed a worried look, but his heart was deeply shaken, and the heroes sympathized with each other.

In this world, not only scholars have feelings, but also martial artists, which are more shocking and heart-wrenching than the feelings of readers.

"Hold on to five rounds? Do you know what a terrible price it takes."

Wang Xiaonan's eyes are like torches, "In a person's life, he can fight for his friends, although he has no regrets in death."

Peng Xi patted Wang Xiaonan on the shoulder, "Okay, I didn't misunderstand you, but you have to remember, protect yourself, I want you to beat Mu Yicheng in the professional league one day."

Wang Xiaonan nodded heavily, "Coach Peng, when the time comes, you can help me count how many punches he punched me, and I will punch back a lot in the future."

Peng Xi laughed, his eyes were slightly red with a smile, he had been in the professional league for more than ten years, what kind of battle had he never experienced, but he didn't expect that after retiring, he was moved by the two backs and his eyes were sour, "Stinky boy, Lao Tzu's math is not so bad."

Fang Hongbo also knew that he would definitely lose, so he bit his lip fiercely and cheered up the last of his spirits.

With a roar, he rushed towards Mu Yicheng.

Victory or defeat is no longer important to him, he just wants to do his best to play the dignity of a professional player.

This is the first time since the start of the game, Fang Hongbo has taken the initiative to launch a fierce attack, he knows very well that after this wave of attack, he will definitely exhaust his physical strength and become a lamb that the opponent can slaughter at will, but he is still indomitable.

His coach didn't stop him under the ring, let him participate in this game, just to make him feel the cruelty of the professional game, the coach just didn't overdo it, didn't dare to look at it, the outcome was decided, Fang Hongbo could have such a fighting spirit, which already made him feel gratified.

Fang Hongbo's Jedi counterattack, Mu Yicheng also received a few punches in a row, but there was no anger or pain in his eyes, but he burst out with unprecedented excitement, and the dying struggle of the prey made him feel more conquered.

Mu Yicheng retreated again and again, facing Fang Hongbo, who was frantically counterattacking, retreated again and again, and was punched several times in the face and chest, and the smile on his face became more and more hideous.

Fang Hongbo finally exhausted his last bit of strength, and the last breath he held in his chest poured out, and the whole person seemed to be emptied, and his whole body was weak.

A cruel smile appeared on Mu Yicheng's face. The counterattack starts from this moment.

"Bang", a straight punch hit the door of the Chinese Hongbo, and the nosebleed poured out.

"Bang", a hook to the left cheek.

"Bang", a hook to the right cheek.

"Bang", a hook hit the jaw, and the braces blurted out.

At the moment when Fang Hongbo was about to fall backwards, Mu Yicheng hooked the back of Fang Hongbo's head with a fist and made him stand again.

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang" "Bang".

Fang Hongbo's hands drooped, and he couldn't even make a defensive posture.

"Bang bang bang".

The grandstands were silent, this one was even bloodier than Chen Dacheng's game.

After all, the stands are full of students, Fang Hongbo has lost his defensive ability, this has become a one-sided bloody beating, many students really can't stand it, and many people have begun to scold Mu Yicheng.

Even the students of Tunghai University stopped cheering for Mou Yicheng.

Lu Shanmin clenched his fists, his teeth clicked, his eyes were full of blood, he didn't know Fang Hongbo, and he didn't know any bullshit professionalism, he only knew that beating a person who had no power to fight back like this was an act that was worse than a brute.

The power of the desolation in his chest could no longer be suppressed.

Lu Shanmin suddenly got up and let out an angry roar into the ring, just like when he hunted blind bears in the mountains, and let out a deafening roar.

"Enough, you scumbag".