"We have to get a result in the next round. Francis' coach said to Francis, the anxiety on his face palpable.

This is already the tenth round! Unlike Chen Xing's previous intercontinental boxing tournaments, which only had ten rounds, the boxing championship fight had a total of twelve rounds.

"Shut up. Francis's gloomy face was cold and terrible, the sweat on his body kept flowing and fell to the ground, and the eagle eyes looked up slightly at his coach.

The coach who was taken by Francis felt a chill and closed his mouth and said no more.

"Do you think I'm going to lose?" a smile tugged at Francis's gloomy face, and the coach wasn't stupid enough to think it was a happy expression, silently sticking an ice pack to Francis.

"Ding. ”

Round 10 begins.

Francis stood up and stretched his arms, the sun on his body as if it were soaked in water.

Those violent eyes looked at the young man who came by.

Do you want to drag it out and win me?

Do you really think you can beat me Francis?

Francis stepped forward, and the tenth round of the battle officially began.

"Okay, we see that Francis is already a little anxious, and he is starting to be eager to attack!" Xiong Zixiang grinned, and his smile was obvious.

At this moment, the balance of victory has leaned towards Chen Xing's side.

"In the last two rounds, how many points can Francis hit?" Chen Xing should be careful not to be beaten by Francis with too many points, so that with his punches in the previous rounds, it is very likely that he will win in the final fight!" Huang Kai also couldn't keep his mouth shut.

How can he say that Chen Xing grasped the opportunity to win, could it be that this young man who is not yet nineteen years old is really going to become a boxing champion?

"Let's take a look at the situation, Francis threw a heavy punch, but was dodged by Chen Xing, Chen Xing also stole a jab, okay, here Francis punched continuously, Chen Xing kept sliding back, with Chen Xing's pace, it was still difficult for Francis to cause effective damage to Chen Xing. Xiong Zixiang explained the battle situation.

Here Francis once again forced Chen Xing into a fist, and Chen Xing is going to start thinking of a way. "Getting into a corner is a dangerous situation, and unless you're a master defender like Pretty Boy, you're going to be very passive in a corner.

Chen Xing also realized that he was forced into a fist, but this was not the first time, Francis had forced him into a fist many times before, but he still escaped.

This time was the same, Chen Xing's eyes were like shining starlight, his steps changed, he leaned left in front of him, and saw Francis really leaning to the left.

Chen Xing's feet were full of butterfly dance steps, and the previous left tilt was just his feint, and Chen Xing had to leave the fist corner from the right side as soon as he dived down.

Got you!

Francis's eagle eyes were shining, and the corners of his mouth were sinister, he had not been deceived, even if his body had been deceived to the side.

But his extra-long arm span was enough to keep Chen Xing still within his attack range!

With a left-handed hook, Francis hit Chen Xing in the head, and it was where Chen Xing had already been injured.

Canthus!

"Bang!" The corners of Chen Xing's eyes and Francis's fist collided solidly.

"Francis!" glanced at the shouts of a few rounds, and finally resounded in the gym at this moment.

Chen Xing in the ring was hit and left the corner of the box, dodging Francis's follow-up attack.

This punch was not as heavy as the previous two punches, Chen Xing felt that his mind could still stay clear, and raised his gloves to continue the fight, only to find Francis looking at him with a chuckle, and the referee also walked towards him.

At this time, he felt a lot of fluid running down the corners of his eyes.

"Chen Xing!" Ling Xin stood up and screamed, covering her mouth, tears circulating in the corners of her eyes, and the same Ling Xin and Hua Yueting both covered their mouths.

Chen Xing in the boxing ring, the blood from the corners of his eyes went straight to his chin and dripped on the ring, looking a little terrifying.

The referee looked at the wound in the corner of Chen Xing's eye, and said something under the ring.

Chen Xing, who heard it, felt nervous, "Referee, I'm fine, this blood can be stopped, I can continue to fight without any impact." ”

There is also a situation in the ring where you could be judged to lose.

That is, if the bleeding cannot be stopped, the referee determines that the game cannot be continued, and it will be judged lost.

And now Chen Xing is facing this situation.

Chen Xing didn't care about the blood on his face, but kept negotiating with the referee.

"Look into my eyes, can you still stay awake?" the referee put his arm on Chen Xing's shoulder and looked into Chen Xing's eyes.

"Yes. Chen Xing nodded.

"Then go on. Seeing Chen Xing's request, the referee could not pronounce a sentence for Chen Xing to leave the ring in this case.

In the next minute, Chen Xing's eyes continued to bleed, although he was not judged to lose, but it still seriously affected Chen Xing's vision, making Chen Xing punch again and again, but fortunately, these punches did not make Chen Xing in a big way.

"Ding. "The tenth round is over.

As soon as Chen Xing returned to the red corner, the people of the club hurriedly helped Chen Xing bandage and stop the bleeding.

"How is it, are you okay?" Uncle Xing looked at Chen Xing worriedly.

"It's fine. Chen Xing even wanted to save the strength to shake his head.

"Grass, this thing is too yin, what about the boxing champion?" At this time, Francis was the most hated person in the world in Xiaofang's eyes.

Xiao Fang was talking about Francis's attack on Chen Xing's wound.

"Since the other party has done this, there is no way, you can't let him attack the corner of your eye again, and if there is more blood, the referee will really sentence you that you can't continue. Although Uncle Xing was anxious, the expression on his face eased at this time.

He didn't want to be influenced by them in Chen Xing, so he just let Chen Xing do what he wanted.

"Yes. Chen Xing responded, gritting his braces, his chest rose and fell, and the blood in the corners of his eyes was wiped off at the moment, but soon a little blood oozed out.

Since he wants to fight, let's fight.

My heavy punches are not weak.

"Ding. ”

The eleventh round begins.

Facing the light and shadow above his head and the shouts of tens of thousands of people, Chen Xing angrily swung his back hand straight fist.

Francis, who had been looking forward to the full opening for a long time, was even more overjoyed when he saw that Chen Xing was no longer dodging but attacking him, and swung his fist hard.

What followed was the mutual assault that shocked 10,000 people.

The two fighters' dodging techniques and pace at close range were pushed to the top, except for dodging, punch for punch, and the two and even their peak skills allowed them to land deadly punches at close range.

Punch after punch, punch to the flesh.

This wave of mutual assault that detonated the audience made the names of "Chen Xing" and "Francessy" resound throughout the audience.

Many viewers who had originally heard of Francis's prestige were also captured by Chen Xing's performance and voluntarily shouted the name of "Chen Xing".

In the eleventh round, the visual feast that allowed the audience to watch this match reached its climax, not only because of the exchange of punches and flesh, but also because the two fighters did not flinch in the face of their opponents, only the physical language of throwing a punch with all their might.

Chen Xing didn't know how many punches he had in his body, and he had several punches in his head, but he avoided the corner of his eye.

Francis was also uncomfortable, and he felt a little drowsy after being hit in the head.

Chen Xing gritted his teeth, he could feel the few energy in his body being consumed rapidly, rushing towards his brain, so that he would not fall unconscious, the most incisive close-range punch, this moment.

He only knows how to punch.

There are no distractions, no thinking, no tactics.

Just punches.

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