Downstairs from the family, the two stood opposite each other.

Today is the beginning of the lunar month, there is only a new moon hanging in the sky, and there are few lights in the entire family area.

Shang Yang looked at him, according to Uncle Zhou, the coach wanted to seize power, and was finally kicked out by the gentleman who was invited back by Ge Zhong, no one knows where he went, and now it seems that he was in Zheng Hai's camp, but the coach's first impression of Shang Yang was not very disgusted.

Maybe it was because the two of them asked and answered, and the coach was not hidden, and he looked more open.

"Left leg or right leg?"

The coach spoke calmly and in a soft tone, but his strength was unquestionable, as long as it involved his skills, even if he said only a short word, it would be convincing.

"Neither the left leg nor the right leg want to give"

Shang Yang shook his head and said: "I have long heard that the coach is famous, Dongcheng Boxing Club can have today, you are indispensable, I admit that seeing you gives me unprecedented pressure at the moment, even now I am thinking, today eighty percent may be planted, but I don't resist to let you take away a leg, it's not my character"

It's a blessing or a curse, and it's a disaster that can't be avoided.

Now that Zheng Hai has found the head, it means that this matter cannot be easily ended, and it is right to think about it, the club with an annual turnover of more than 10 million yuan has already been pocketed, and in the end, because of the appearance of Shang Yang, all the efforts have been in vain, how can it be stopped, this matter must have an answer.

"You're a good seedling, it's a pity!"

The coach sighed lightly: "If you had chosen Zheng Hai between Zheng Hai and Ge Zhong, things would have been very different, and it would be too late to say anything now... As a person who has come over, I would like to remind you one last sentence, don't believe what Ge Zhong says, he is too deep in the city, and one day you will understand everything you see... It's all fake!"

The coach reminded softly on the love of the boxing club.

Shang Yang frowned slightly when he heard this, the light was unknown, and it had not yet reached the point where he couldn't see it clearly, he could tell that the coach was definitely not groundless when he said this, at least the regretful expression could not be pretended.

Asked, "Everything is fake?"

"You don't have to know!"

After the coach finished speaking, he raised his hand and beckoned to Shang Yang, he had already spoken enough, and all that was left was to do practical things: "Let's shoot..."

The coach put on a very professional fighter offensive stance.

Even under Zheng Hai's orders, he did things that were dark and windy, and he did not forget his duty.

"Teach!"

Shang Yang spoke, suddenly rushed over, only five meters between the two, only two steps, he could not have spare strength, once he fell, the other party would have to abolish one of his legs, and it was a lifelong disability, and it was a problem to solve it afterwards, first of all, I had to think about how to face it at the moment.

"Good punch!"

The coach's pupils constricted, and in the face of Shang Yang's fierce fist swing, he gasped in his heart, he heard that there was a foolish Yang genius in the club, ordinary boxers only had despair when they met him, others fought for performances, he played for his life, a few months ago, without any training, he was able to stand up for a few rounds under Tie Niu.

Now it seems that it's not just about tumblers.

Strength, speed, as if to enter the sequence of well-known fighters.

"Hmm..."

The coach dodged to the side, the speed was no less than that of Wu Fan, the most eye-catching in today's game, Shang Yang's fist was almost close to his eyes, and he could feel the temperature of each other, but it was just a little worse.

"In the game, it is important to hit the opponent, Lion, Qi Tian, their most powerful thing is not the strength, but dodge, in a game, hit the opponent three punches, may not consume his physical strength, but once the opponent three punches are dodged, the opponent whether it is psychological or spiritual, or physical exertion, will rise in a straight line..."

He methodically faced Shang Yang's stormy attack, and he could still preach.

Shang Yang was secretly frightened.

Dare to move, there is no reservation, it is completely the speed of punching bags in the training room, the pursuit of the fastest attack, because only in this way can there be a glimmer of hope, but with all his might, the coach can still dodge with ease, and do not shoot.

I had long thought that the coach's skills must be exaggerated, but I didn't expect it to be so exaggerated.

"This can't be done, the fist hitting the cotton is the most hurtful, and that's it now!"

Shang Yang's heart had begun to tremble, seeing that this was not working, he decided to give up the way of fighting in the boxing ring, and rushed forward, not swinging a fist, but the most primitive street gangsters rushing over the way to play, to hug the coach, so that it can delay time, once someone passes by, the family courtyard will definitely help.

The coach frowned slightly, unable to dodge Shang Yang's sudden change, and was grabbed by an arm, quickly sensing his intentions.

"If we could have met two years ago, I would have raised you to the same level as the monsters in the city, but now that each is its own master, I can only sigh... It's late!"

After he finished speaking, he finally began to fight back.

"Bang..."

Seeing that Shang Yang wanted to hug him, instead of breaking free, he walked the opposite way and greeted him, but at the same time, he raised his knees and pressed his hands on Shang Yang's neck with both hands, and they used force at the same time.

In an instant, Shang Yang felt that all his internal organs trembled, the muscles in front of him were empty, and the bones under his skin trembled, and the pain was very painful, and it hurt his heart.

"In the boxing ring, what is more important is the momentum, even if you are beaten by the opponent ten times or a hundred times, you still have to show a fierce light, and the more you fight, the more courageous you are!"

"Bang"

After the coach finished speaking, his right hand suddenly swung his fist and smashed into Shang Yang's left ribs.

He reminded again: "Hold back, you can't scream!"

The moment he made contact, Shang Yang felt that the entire side was not painful, but numb, and he lost consciousness after being beaten.

He wanted to bite his teeth into someone to make himself more engrossed.

has hugged the coach, but the defense does not counterattack, and there is no chance of winning, swinging his fists, learning from the coach, and constantly bombarding his ribs.

There is no cushion of boxing gloves, this time it is a fist to the flesh, smashing on the coach, faintly can hear a bang, if it is an ordinary person who has not been trained, he is confident that he can smash the ribs.

It's just that it's not just ordinary people who are facing it, but coaches!

"In the boxing ring, hard shaking the opponent can only be implemented in the case of victory, even if there is a 90% victory rate, it is not worth hurting the enemy 1,000 and self-damage 800, brain, brain is a good thing..."

The coach is still teaching tirelessly.

After resisting a few times, one leg stretched between Shang Yang's two legs, and suddenly pushed back, holding firmly with one hand, the two were almost close together, there was no way to adjust the center of gravity, and his body smashed straight back.

"Bang..."

Both of them smashed to the ground at the same time, kicking up puffs of dust.

"Any small advantage in the ring, as long as it can be used and amplified, can be the key to victory!"

The coach raised his arm at the moment of falling, the distance between the two was not enough for him to punch and knock down the head, but it was enough for the experienced him, the arm was between the faces of the two, and then the force of the fall, combined with his own strength, made Shang Yang's head lean back.

The whole body, the head is the first to hit the ground.

The weight of the two people's bodies, coupled with the deliberate force of the coach, has exceeded the fists of any fighter.

Suddenly.

Shang Yang felt that it was pitch black in front of him, and his ears were buzzing, as if it was a precursor to falling into a coma.

Lying on the ground, all the movements have slowed down, as if the whole world is slowing down.

"People, when you should admit defeat, you must know how to bow your head, Zheng Hai's forbearance needs to be learned, and Ge Zhong's viciousness is not mentioned..."

The coach said as he stood up, he knew that Shang Yang had lost the ability to resist, stared at the person lying on the ground, shook his head and said, "You have been treated as a sacrifice by Ge Zhong, maybe it is better for you to quit the ring..."

As he spoke, he grabbed Shang Yang's ankle with one hand and dragged him into the corridor.

Shang Yang's mind is still steady, in the face of absolute strength, any resistance is useless, unwilling, unwilling to admit defeat, he has been desperately pushing himself for more than two months, and in the end he ended up like this, he tried to open his eyes, and saw that the coach was already very blurry, and the figure was shaking.

The coach dragged Shang Yang into the corridor like a sack, his back rubbing against the ground, rustling.

Shang Yang supported his hands and wanted to stand up, he didn't want to be like this, he was only in his twenties, and the days ahead were still very long, if he was disabled, his life might be ruined, and he didn't know how to make his mother raise his eyebrows, and he didn't know what to do after finding the man who made Zhao Suxian pregnant, but abandoned him fiercely.

He opened his mouth and tried to speak, but as soon as his mouth opened, he felt disgusting and almost threw up.

"Bang..."

The coach had already dragged him into the corridor door, passing by the threshold and slamming down, the damn voice-activated light was sick again at the critical moment, it didn't light up, and the corridor was even darker, and the coach put Shang Yang's left leg on the steps.

Then he turned his head and looked at him regretfully: "Very good seedling, it's a pity..."

"Let's teach you one last sentence, you can fight hard in the boxing ring, but it's not a shame to be unconscious, pass out, if your life is good and you don't wake up in pain, I will call an ambulance for you, and after entering the hospital and taking anesthetics, you won't be so guilty..."

As he spoke, he walked to Shang Yang's head.

Shang Yang half-opened his eyes, tried to raise his hand, his brain was dizzy, as if his whole body was out of control, and he squeezed out a few vague words in his mouth and said, "Put... I... Once, thank you... Thank you"

This is the first time in Shang Yang's life that he has asked someone else.

When I was kicked into the pit, I couldn't help but scream.

was blocked in the alley by the enemy, and was smashed half to death with a steel pipe without screaming.

did not bow his head in front of Zhao Benzhong, nor did he bow his head in front of life.

But now, he has to press down for the rest of his life.

"Please... Beg... You!"

was designed by Zhang Zhao and was almost transferred to the detention center, but he didn't say half a word.

And now, he stared at the vague figure in front of him demandingly.

The coach's heart trembled, and his eyes showed a trace of unbearability when he looked at the figure underground, but he thought about Zheng Hai who was waiting outside, as well as his own future, stabilized his mind, and said numbly: "Never try to make others pitiful... At the moment of opening, it was already defeated... Pass out!"

After he finished speaking, he kicked Shang Yang in the jaw.

"Bang..."

Shang Yang's body trembled and he fell into a fainting.

The coach turned his head to complete the final step, but just turned around, and suddenly found that there was a person standing on the stairs, in the dark, I don't know when he appeared, as if he had witnessed the whole process, and as if he had just arrived.

He stood there quietly, quietly watching everything.

It's as if one with the darkness.

The coach recognized this figure, his body trembled, a trace of horror flashed in his eyes, and he said in a daze: "It's you..."

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