In the ring, all eyes are on you.

Ziyang may also feel a little threat from this person, and became very cautious, and did not start attacking directly, blocking his fists in front of him, advancing and retreating in a defensive posture.

Ufan didn't move.

Even if the referee's whistle had sounded, he was only facing Ziyang and did not make any gesture, his appearance surprised everyone, if it weren't for the fact that he was wearing only a blue boxing pants and was shirtless, it would be difficult to associate this posture with the fighter.

The two faced each other for about twenty seconds, and neither of them moved.

It's been a long time in the ring, and what the audience wants to see is a collision between tough guys and tough guys, not those so-called routines, where they want to see a duel between fists and real guns.

It is precisely for this reason that Shang Yang's defeat of Tie Niu and Lao Hei did not have a certain impact on the audience before, until today he knocked down the black dragon and black tiger in the fastest way, which gradually made the audience accept it.

"What's the matter, Ziyang doesn't move?"

The boxer standing next to Shang Yang couldn't help but speak.

"Ufan's posture is so weird..."

"Ziyang must be looking for an opportunity, ready to kill with one blow!"

Shang Yang still didn't participate in their discussion, just staring, for fear of missing a single detail.

"Whoosh..."

Ziyang finally punched, tentative attack, it is not difficult to see that his level is above the iron bull, not a star and a half high, if he punches every second, his speed should be eight to nine times, such a speed has made many people unable to reach it for life, talent problems.

A straight punch went straight to the door of Wufan.

Although it is a tentative attack, it is also a sudden force, and for normal fighters, they can only maintain a defensive posture, resist this punch stubbornly, and find an opportunity to counterattack.

However, under the light, Wu Fan seemed to anticipate that he was going to attack in advance, and just dodged his head, and at the same time, raised his leg to attack Ziyang's lower plate, as soon as the expert made a move, he knew if there was one, it seemed that he did not hit the chest with a straight kick, but the angle was very tricky, at the calf and knee joint, if he kicked solidly, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Ziyang is a well-known fighter after all, and the pillar of the club.

He quickly realized the problem, and with his leg pulled back, he unloaded most of his strength, and his left fist struck Ufan's chest like a shadow.

"Bang..."

"Bang..."

The two have the opportunity to touch each other at the same time.

and at the same time backwards.

Ufan took two steps back, and Ziyang took three steps back!

"Hmm..."

The audience let out a sigh of embarrassment, because they never expected this scene.

"What?"

Zhang Wu shouted in shock, not only him, but most of the boxers became shocked, after all, well-known boxers are like a mountain pressing in their hearts, they can't read it at all, the image is too sacred, and now, there is a person who weighs one hundred and thirty or forty pounds, and he has shaken Ziyang, which is simply an impact on the concept.

Shang Yang's eyes became more and more sharp, he looked more carefully, and he didn't have a deep-rooted concept of those famous players, and he saw the problems that no one else saw.

Ziyang unloaded half of Wu Fan's strength and took three steps back.

Wu Fan resisted Ziyang's punch stubbornly, but was not injured, and only took two steps back.

"Interesting... Interesting!"

Wu Fan in the ring smiled, just a sneer: "I thought there were no characters in this fart boxing ring, but I didn't expect that a moment of carelessness would make me hit, and let me take two steps back, can you... It was just a casual blow just now, and then I'm going to use three points of force, and you have to catch it..."

"Shut up, who allowed you to say that Ziyang!"

The eldest sister in the VIP seat stood up angrily.

Ufan's voice was so loud that many people heard it, and most of them began to shout along.

The smile on Wu Fan's face became stronger and stronger: "Stand firm, look good!"

As he spoke, he took the initiative to step forward, his hands just swinging and not showing an attack, giving people the feeling that the boxing gloves he was wearing were just cumbersome, and the main attack power was all on his legs, and his left leg flew up suddenly, hitting Ziyang's head, and the speed was far beyond the proficiency of normal hands.

Ziyang's pupils instantly constricted, and he subconsciously assumed a boxer defensive posture.

"Boom..."

It was no longer the sound of a fist touching the head, there was no protective gear on the legs, there was no cushioning, and the strength was even stronger.

With just one kick, the noise of the audience was completely eliminated, and there was no sound at all.

But before this kick fell, Ufan's right leg supported his full body weight, jumped, and before his left leg landed, his right leg had blasted out again.

"Boom"

There was almost no pause in the sound.

Ziyang suddenly took three steps back to the side, leaning on the belt to stand firm.

All of a sudden, there was an uproar in the ring.

What they were expecting was Ziyang's big kill, but in fact, on the contrary, they were beaten by a player who weighed only one hundred and thirty pounds and had no ability to fight back, and no one would have thought that this relatively short shell could have such amazing explosive power.

"It's not too faint, it's not bad!"

Ufan was not in a hurry to attack, and commented unhurriedly.

Ziyang stood firm and shook his head, apparently stunned by the kick.

"What's going on?"

Ge Zhong, who was on the second floor, suddenly turned dark, and it was not difficult to hear the shock in his words, this time the game was set up by Zheng Hai, the double game no longer had an advantage, the combination of Shang Yang and the lion was in the hands of challengers and madmen, and the chances of winning were very small, and what could support him to show a smile was always the double insurance of Qi Tian and Ziyang in the single game.

The situation of stable securities management has become like this.

"Who is this man?

Ge Zhong's voice is getting colder and colder, and his eyes are bursting with cold light, if the single and double championships are taken by outsiders, his reputation will plummet, as the host but without any game wins, in the eyes of the boss behind him, he will also question his ability to shape players!

Brother Xiong's breathing behind him also became unsmooth, and this situation was very different from what he expected.

The seriousness of the matter is even more well known.

said solemnly: "Wu Fan, twelve of the thirty-six boxers in this season are scattered people, and he should have replaced other people's places!"

"Sanren?"

In the boxing ring, Sanren has always been a supporting role, because once there is a Sanren who can shine, it is either snatched away by various brokerage companies or recruited by clubs, and it is difficult to keep it out.

Ge Zhong turned his head and said angrily: "Such a loose person can enter the competition, what are you eating?"

Brother Xiong gritted his teeth and did not respond.

Ge Zhong withdrew his gaze and stared at the ring, gradually having a bad premonition in his heart.

"Boom... Boom... Boom"

Just now, he made two kicks in a row, and he chose to make three kicks in a row, without any gaps in the middle, and he didn't give Ziyang any room to breathe, and the strength was stronger than ever.

Ziyang until now, except for the initial tentative attack, has not been able to make any effective attacks, he looked at Wu Fan in front of him, his eyes were already a little afraid, others don't understand feelings, he is very clear, every time he is hit, he feels that the brains in his brain are shaking, if it is not for fame, as a well-known player, he can't admit defeat.

He'll lie on the ground, because it's not a game, it's a ravage.

"Who the hell are you?"

"Huh?"

Wu Fan blinked, very surprised, and then sneered after being surprised: "I thought you stupid big people were all waste, but I didn't expect to be able to resist a few times, yes, very good, but I only used five points of strength just now, and now... I'm going to use seven points of strength!"

Word by word, word by word.

Ziyang's nose trembled violently, the anger on his face was beyond measure, he knew that he didn't have much chance, but he still had to attack, no longer cowering on the side of the belt, he rushed over fiercely, and used both fists and feet.

A light flashed in Ufan's eyes.

He didn't shake hard again, he took a step back to the side at a very fast speed, and the moment he dodged a blow, his footsteps were coiled against Ziyang's calf, the movement seemed to be very slow, but it was actually very fast, and it was incompatible with the fighting style of the boxing ring, similar to the stumbling of a child when wrestling, but this time it was very effective.

Lean forward, moving your legs.

It was as if a thousand catties of strength were injected into his legs, which made Ziyang's calves tremble, and then his center of gravity was unstable, and Ziyang felt that the world was spinning, not that he was dizzy, but that his body was uncontrollably downward.

"Bang..."

Known as the most anticipated fighter in the singles competition.

The pillars of the boxing ring.

Sequence of well-known players.

Backstage lounge fighters strive for the goal.

was knocked to the ground without warning, not exaggerated at all, not fancy at all, not tragic at all, only the irresistible and sad that the kindergarten children were admitted to be down.

Ziyang's injury was not serious, but he stared at the ground with wide eyes, and he couldn't stand up for a long time.

The eyes are red.

All pride fell apart in this instant.

"But that's it!"

As if killing a chicken, Wu Fan clapped his hands easily, walked to the belt, leaned leisurely, and waited for Ziyang to stand up and continue the game.

"Impossible... No way... No way!"

Ziyang muttered sluggishly.

"Impossible, he's Ziyang, my Ziyang..."

The eldest sister in the VIP seat shouted like a ghost.

"Is this an eye flower?"

"Are you dreaming?"

The auditorium also asked questions.

"Lost?"

Ge Zhong's brain was buzzing.

"Ziyang will be defeated?"

The watch-watching fighters were stunned.

Shang Yang was still the same as just now, his shocked expression had begun to dissipate, after all, he had prepared in advance, and when others were still stunned, he silently turned around: "The strong have their own strong hands... I can't beat him now, but I will definitely be able to..."

I won't watch the next game and keep going back... Training!

The stadium is dead silent, and the silence is terrifying.

At this moment, I heard a voice from the top of the audience "Papapa..."

I don't know if the palms of my hands are wiped with water, or sweat, and the sound of applause is extremely harsh.

"Whoa..."

Most people turned their heads to look over.

Just look at the person with a cigarette in his mouth, and say with a smile on his face: "Wonderful!"

This person is Zheng Hai, who has been dormant.