Du Ming put up the collar of his clothes and covered his face, so that the audience would not get excited again when they saw him.

After hiding his face, Du Ming squeezed into the audience and watched the game in the boxing ring.

Eighteen and Seven went into the ring together, Seven was very arrogant in gesturing and saying a lot of cruel things that resembled a provocation to cripple you, while Eighteen just remained silent, as if Seven was just air.

The referee gave the order, and the game began.

Seven immediately threw a fist that slammed into Eighteen's jaw.

As soon as Eighteen stretched out his hand, he grabbed Seven's fist, and then with a flick of his wrist out, he removed Seven's arm.

Seven let out a piercing scream, then Eighteen kicked him in the stomach, and Seventeen flew upside down and crashed into the inner wall of the iron cage around the ring, fainting and the screams came to an abrupt end.

The audience saw Du Ming subduing the opponent too many times tonight, but after reacting, they found that it was not Du Ming on the field, and they all shouted loudly.

"Who is this man!

"I don't know!

"Let him fight Twelve!"

"Yes, twelve, twelve!"

The crowd shouted the slogan of the twelfth in a very neat manner, and everyone was looking forward to a battle between these two powerful people.

Of course, the boxing ring would not let go of this opportunity, and immediately arranged for the twelfth Du Ming to play.

Du Ming walked into the boxing ring, No. 18 was still looking at Du Ming expressionlessly, Du Ming smiled at him a little sneeringly, "Yo, brother, you have good skills?"

Eighteen snorted.

The audience below shouted loudly, urging the two of them to hurry up.

The host and referee didn't talk nonsense, and started the game with an order.

This time, Du Ming was no longer as careless as before, after all, this eighteenth is not an ordinary person.

No. 18's eyes also showed that he was very serious about the battle with Du Ming.

Neither of them said a word, circled for a week, and then the eighteenth quickly punched Du Ming in the face.

Du Ming dodged the punch on one side and grabbed No. 18's arm with both hands.

No. 18's reaction was very fast, with a flick of his arm, he broke free of Du Ming's hand while Du Ming had not yet grasped it, and immediately changed his move and punched Du Ming's abdomen.

Du Ming's arm pressed down and pressed on No. 18's arm, preventing No. 18's attack, and at the same time grabbing No. 18's throat with his other hand.

No. 18 twisted his neck, and Du Ming's palm was empty.

Then the arm that was stopped by Du Ming on the eighteenth sank down, escaped from under Du Ming's arm, drew half a circle and slashed at Du Ming's neck with the side of his palm.

Du Ming flashed flexibly, and his body turned to the side of No. 18, and he raised his foot and kicked No. 18's waist.

No. 18 hurriedly withdrew his hand and took a step back, dodging Du Ming's attack.

After a few moves like this, Du Ming had a number in his heart, the strength and speed of this eighteenth are definitely something that can only be obtained after professional training abroad, which is also good, but it is still a lot worse than himself.

Du Ming missed the kick, immediately retracted his leg, took a step forward, followed the eighteenth, and punched him in the chest.

Du Ming's speed was faster than that of No. 18, and No. 18 had no time to dodge, so he had to stretch out his hands to block Du Ming's punch.

Du Ming's fist really hit the palm of No. 18, making a snapping sound, and No. 18 was beaten back two steps and stumbled a few times before he barely managed to stand firm.

Before No. 18 could take a defensive posture again, Du Ming had already stepped in front of No. 18 in two more steps, stretched out his foot and kicked No. 18 in the calf with a sweeping leg.

No. 18 was unsteady on his feet, and was kicked to the ground by Du Ming, and fell firmly.

But the eighteenth also reacted quickly, and he was about to roll over and stand up with his hands on the ground.

Du Ming didn't give him this opportunity, and immediately hooked No. 18's wrist with his foot, hooked him to the ground again, pressed his shoulder with his hand, and lifted his other hand to punch him twice in the back of the head.

Unexpectedly, after being punched twice by Du Ming, No. 18 had not completely fainted, let out a muffled snort, grabbed Du Ming's ankle, and seemed to want to bring Du Ming to the ground.

Du Ming was stunned for a moment, and stabilized the next plate, so as not to be really overturned by No. 18, and then raised his fist and hit the back of No. 18's head with another punch.

This time, Du Ming used ten percent of his strength, and No. 18 finally snorted and fainted.

Du Mingxin said that he has been fighting with some gangsters who have little strength in the country recently, and he is afraid that he will shoot too hard and kill people, but he didn't expect that after a long time, he can't grasp it well and what strength should be used by people who can really fight.

Du Ming knocked down No. 18 and stood up slowly, No. 18's hand was still on Du Ming's ankle, Du Ming shook his leg and shook his hand away, looking at the referee.

Du Ming and No. 18's moves just now were all the most normal speed and strength for people like them, but they had already made the referee stupid, and his eyes widened in a daze.

Du Ming raised his hand and snapped his fingers in front of the referee's eyes, "Hey, referee, why are you in a daze?"

"Ahh......h

Du Ming looked at it with his hands on the side, looking very leisurely, but he had been thinking in his heart, what is the origin of this eighteenth?

The audience was already boiling at this time, the battle between Du Ming and No. 18 just now was really exciting, much more exciting than watching Du Ming abuse other boxers alone, everyone shouted the numbers of the two people.

The referee had already finished reading the seconds at this time, came to Du Ming's side, and raised his hand, "The winner of this game is No. 12!"

As usual, Du Ming casually raised his hand to greet the audience and walked off the boxing ring.

Before stepping down, Du Ming also glanced at No. 18 more, and his heart was still full of doubts.

Except for No. 18, the rest of the boxers are not worth mentioning in Du Ming's eyes, and the next games are all games in which the opponent can be solved with one or two moves, and Du Ming is a little bored.

Finally, tonight's game was over, the manager came to Du Ming in person, gave Du Ming's money, and then excitedly held Du Ming's hand and said, "You are really our cash cow here! You must come more in the future! I can give you more shares!"