"Hmm" Monroe didn't turn around, just turned his face sideways, stretched out his hand and opened the door in front of him, the door was halfway open, and the cold wind outside poured in and blew on his body, you must know that it was the cold wind in Astana in the early morning, and Monroe only approved a thin boxing robe, and the cold wind blew on Monroe's sweaty solid muscles, blowing away the heat on the surface of his body. Eight] Eight] Reading] Book, 2√3¢o

If ordinary people sweat during exercise, what they are most afraid of is to blow the cold wind, so that when it blows, it is cold and hot, and the body is easily unbearable.

But Monroe obviously had no such concerns, he held the door with one hand, and the muscular lines on his arms were incomparable to those of a strong young man, and the hairs on his arms were covered with sweat, and the cold wind blew the coolness on the surface of his skin.

These colds are nothing to him, and he doesn't have to worry about his body being unwell because of.

He's Monroe.

"What are you going to do with the last step?" Master Arco looked at the back of the cloaked man, and he felt a hint of surprise, as if the last time he saw his back, he Monroe was just an unknown fighter in the underground garage during the training ground.

In the blink of an eye, Monroe became a middle-aged man, with a completely different identity, and his every move received everyone's attention.

Master Arco didn't know whether to be proud of the young man in his memory or to appreciate the time that had passed by in the blink of an eye.

One last step.

Master Arco couldn't have been clearer about the furthest goal of his old friend's boxing career.

The goal that once seemed unattainable, and to say that it was to blow the belly of the cow was now half a step away, and Monroe was squeezed out of that half step.

When Monroe heard his old friend's words, his eyes were very flat, just his eyebrows were blown by the cold wind. ∟★八∟★八∟★ Reading∟★ Book, 2▲3o》

There are too many emotions in those deep eyes.

People in this world always say that he is now at a crossroads, but they don't know that there is only one road in front of him.

On this road, he will never reach the final destination.

It's only half a step away from it.

"Probably not, old friend. With that, Monroe opened the half-open door completely, and the cold wind outside the door rushed into the gym, as if the winter army was occupying the new city.

The biting cold wind blew Monroe's body, and even blew the boxing robe, Monroe walked out of the gym gate, and the morning light outside the door had already illuminated the entire city.

A black SUV was parked in front of the riverside gym, and the driver inside was waiting for Monroe.

Standing in the ring, Master Ako looked at the sturdy body under the boxing robe, which was stirred by the cold wind and was the pinnacle of the country's boxing scene.

But for the first time, Arco felt that he was also old.

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Early in the morning, Chen Xing opened his eyes, and the first thing that caught his eye was a long black hair, which was on his neck and face, which did not make him feel itchy and annoying, but on the contrary, made him feel very comfortable.

Under this long black hair is a flawless face, the woman breathes calmly, the slightly open pink lips close together, the closed eyes and eyelashes tremble slightly with the breathing, this face that has always shown the charm of Cheng Shu Nu is a little cute.

Chen Xing moved slightly, wanting not to alarm the woman in his arms to get up, because it was indeed a little early, only five o'clock.

The boxing match is today, yesterday they have participated in the weighing ceremony, Chen Xing's weight has been increasing during this time, he has eaten a lot in order to gain weight, but the weight gain is still limited, and in the end it still does not reach the weight negotiated with Monroe in the middleweight division.

But it's one thing if you're overweight, it's another thing if you don't reach the weight, you are overweight obviously means that this fight doesn't count, and probably won't cancel this fight for many reasons, after all, professional matches are not just about comparing high and low, the attention of the audience, the value of business, so that this fight will continue, but it will not count the results of this game.

Winning or losing does not count towards the record.

Under the strict control of the team, this is rarely the case for a boxer at the championship level, but it is not uncommon.

It's true to be overweight, but it's another thing to weigh less than that, the race continues, and it counts towards the results.

Although a higher body weight does not necessarily mean that it is stronger, in terms of large spans, body weight means that both the arm span and the strength of the punch will vary greatly.

In most cases, the weight of the body is indeed the same suffering, and both of them don't like those who show kung fu, even if it is to satisfy the public's attention.

Monroe, the man in the highest position in Kazakh boxing, is now bringing the fight back to his home country, and those sensationalism are of no use to him, and his popularity in Kazakhstan has reached a very high level, and his status in the boxing world has made him disdainful.

And Chen Xing, as the "weak" side, did not have the idea of arousing the public's passion, he felt that even if he really wanted to arouse the enthusiasm of the audience, it was on the ring.

So the weighing ceremony was spent "peacefully", which made many people feel pity and too boring, but the two fighters did not mean this, and everyone had nothing to say.

Chen Xing's action of getting up made the eyelashes of the woman in his arms tremble slightly, and she opened her eyes, and looked at Chen Xing who was getting up with two clear waters.

"You're awake. Leaving Chen Xing's arms, Ling Xin stretched out in the quilt, feeling that something was missing, she had been sleeping in Chen Xing's arms all this time, what she didn't expect was that she slept comfortably in Chen Xing's arms, and the sleep effect was much better than before.

The only thing that made her feel a little flawed was that every time she woke up during this time, Chen Xing was no longer in the bed, even if it was not yet light, he had already left the bed. Of course, Ling Xin hoped that she would be in Chen Xing's arms every time she woke up, but she also hoped that Chen Xing could complete what he was going to accomplish.

Ling Xin, who was stretching her waist, did not show any spring light, she was dressed tightly all over her body, and even her arms were wrapped.

As early as a week before the weighing, Ling Xin proposed to sleep in a separate room with Chen Xing, the reason is, of course, that she felt that the competition was imminent, and Chen Xing should conserve her physical strength and not spend her physical strength elsewhere, for fear that Chen Xing would not be able to control it if she slept with her every day.

It was Chen Xing's good words that made Ling Xin give up this idea and didn't sleep in separate rooms.

Chen Xing got up and went downstairs, Yang Ling and Ling Xin also got up, and in the hall downstairs sat Luo Qinghe and Uncle Xing.

The two of them have been busy working for a long time, and they are waiting for today after all.

Chen Xing and Monroe World Champion Fight. 11

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