Whether it is an English commentary station or a domestic commentary station, they have stopped commenting at this time, and at this time the picture has already explained everything, and there is no need for any commentary.

All the audience can understand the desire for victory of these two people, their movements, steps, and expressions, and the sweat they sway, which is the language of the two of them.

At this time, it is no longer a competition of technology, but a battle of wills.

Chen Xing threw another right hook to Francis in the head, and after this punch, Chen Xing threw another left hook, only to find himself in the air.

Francis in front of him was gone.

Before he could react, he heard the roar of the audience that seemed to be about to tear over the roof.

"Francis fell. ”

"Francis is down!"

From these voices, Chen Xing also heard the roars of Uncle Xing, Xiao Fang and others.

He looked down with his heavy head and saw Francis lying on the ground, his eyes closed, his face hideous and painful, trying to get up, but his hands and feet were disobedient.

Chen Xing knew this feeling.

"Beautiful!!" Xiong Zixiang slammed his fist on the table of the commentary table, smashing it so loudly that the whole person jumped up and yelled.

"Coach Xiong, don't, let's bear with it, bear with it. This punch made Huang Kai's whole person desperate.

What is this, a live broadcast accident?

Huang Kai held back his desire to cry to stop Xiong Zixiang, if he danced on the broadcast station, it would be a big deal.

“1！”

The referee crouched on the ground and began to count, and the electronic stopwatch beeped as he counted the count.

“2！”

Uncle Xing, Xiao Fang, the people of the club stood by the ring and screamed.

“3！”

Ling Xin, Hua Yueting, and Yang Ling shouted regardless of their image.

“4！”

The audience shouted together.

“5！”

In the early morning of the port city, a roar sounded in the Fengwei Boxing Club.

“6！”

The father and daughter at the computer desk were counting the cups in their hands, and the coke in it had already been drunk.

“7！”

Song Yu, who was shrunk in the quilt, whispered with a crying voice and shouted with the voice in the earphones, Chen Xing, there was a lot of blood on his face.

“8！”

Zhan Muyu had already moved the computer to her lap, and the screen was in front of her eyes, and she read softly.

“9！”

Sun Xin on the train opened his lips a little cracked, squeezing out the number that echoed in the quiet carriage.

“10！”

Audiences all over the world gently read the number.

When the referee 10 ended, the audience once again burst into a sea of shouts and applause, but this time they shouted.

It's all Chen Xing's name.

The music also sounded at this moment, playing a stirring music for the birth of a new boxing champion.

Uncle Xing jumped over the boxing rope, and the excitement had already covered his face, in addition to him, people from other clubs poured into the ring, as well as official and media people.

Chen Xing was surrounded by people all of a sudden.

So

Did I win?

Chen Xing looked at the nearly 100 rays of light shining on him above his head, listening to the calls in his ears, he didn't hear a single word clearly, he just heard a lot of sounds.

The coaching bodies on both sides walked into the ring, as well as many media and officials.

Francis, who was lying on the ground, refused the hand that was stretched out to him, and stood up with his own support, his figure staggering, and his standing up at this moment did not change the result in the slightest.

He lost.

He never thought that he would lose, but he just lost to the fighter in front of him, this young man who was proficient in the boxing skills of various boxing champions in the old era.

He wasn't even twenty years old, but he Francis was in the prime of boxing.

He once thought that he had reached the boxing pyramid of this era, and as long as he pushed the last few famous boxing champions off the spire, he could become a representative of the era, but now he lost to such a young man.

Francis listened to the people around him shouting Chen Xing's name, and looked at the club members surrounding Chen Xing, his face was gloomy, he knew that this was no longer his time.

Not anymore.

He didn't look for any reason, it was that he lost.

Uncle Xing and the others helped Chen Xing take off his fist gloves, and then took scissors to cut off the bandages, if these bandages were taken off again, it would be a troublesome matter, so just cut them off.

Chen Xing's favorite boxing girl session also arrived, and the two boxing girls walked into the ring.

"Put on your club clothes. Uncle Xing smiled from ear to ear, and hurriedly brought a short-sleeved shirt for Chen Xing to put on.

Just kidding, the whole world broadcasts, this is not allowed to wear the clothes of the club, so that people all over the world know the "Fengwei Boxing Club".

Uncle Xing brought a short-sleeved shirt, and Chen Xing put it on directly, covering his tight muscles, he didn't want to expose his figure so much.

"Heh, what about so many advertisements? Uncle Xing. Chen Xing looked at the advertising logo on his body and exclaimed.

"Where do you think all the money you spent when you were preparing for the war came from, it was all the money owner. "Uncle Xing is not ashamed at all.

What's wrong with advertising, give money and advertise.

Chen Xing put on short sleeves full of advertisements, well, after taking the money, he will arrange it properly for the bosses.

The referee in the blue suit shirt was already standing in the center of the ring, Chen Xing was standing to the left of the referee, and Francis, who was standing up, was standing to the right of the referee.

He could have stayed in the ring, but he didn't want to, and he had to stand up no matter what, even if the next moment was a very painful moment for him.

This time, Chen Xing didn't dare to admire the boxing girl, his girlfriend was watching from below, and Chen Xing didn't squint.

Behind Chen Xing were Uncle Xing, Xiaofang and others, and there was a tall club man holding the national flag high.

On the other hand, on Francis's side, in addition to him, there are several team members who are afraid that Francis will suddenly fall.

Behind the referee, an official in a suit held the gold belt that belonged to Francis.

The gold belt of the WBO World Super Welterweight Champion with a brown face and a gold badge.

"Next, let's announce the results of the game, in this game, the eleventh round of the red horned boxer Chen Xing won by KO in 2 minutes and 45 seconds!" the referee raised Chen Xing's hand.

The staff behind him also put on a gold belt with a brown belt and gold emblem for Chen Xing, and the camera hit Chen Xing in front of him, giving Chen Xing a close-up, wearing a white short sleeve printed with a logo, Chen Xing, who was raised, did not cheer and roar, but just smiled, just like the smile he bloomed when he saw everyone he liked.

A pure boy's smile bloomed in front of the whole world.

"A new world boxing champion is born today, let's applaud him!" the host's voice resounded throughout the venue.

The audience burst into applause, it was a beautiful enough game that even Francis fans were willing to applaud the boy who worked miracles at this moment.

"Beautiful, beautiful!!" Xiong Zixiang was still repeating this sentence, but the person had already been coaxed down by Huang Kai, and Huang Kai's eyes kept drifting to Xiong Zixiang, for fear that Xiong Zixiang would jump up again at the last moment.

"Oh oh oh oh!" The Fengwei Boxing Club in the early hours of the morning was like crazy, shouting again and again.

"You're paralyzed, you're crazy before dawn!" The aunt next door finally couldn't stand it anymore and opened the window and yelled.

Is it that the aunt can't hold the knife, or this group of young men is floating.

"Wow, Ah Xing is so good!" Mu Ruonan looked at the young man on the screen who was receiving applause from all over the world, this guy was her tablemate for three years two and a half years ago.

This feeling made her feel a little unrealistic, the boy who stole in class all day and gossiped with her, now stood in front of the world and made history.

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