"Be careful, you can't attack like this again, you can't get hit by Francis again. Uncle Xing looked at Chen Xing worriedly, his heart was hanging in his throat just now, and he almost felt that he was about to have a heart attack.

"I see. Chen Xing nodded, opened his mouth, someone pinched the water bottle and shot water into Chen Xing's mouth, and when Chen Xing spit out the water, it was already bloodshot.

The three beauties sitting on the side no longer roared and cheered at this time, but just looked at Chen Xing worriedly, this was also the first time that the three of them really felt the cruelty of boxing so truly, especially when the people on the stage were the people they cared about.

The cruelty is so stark.

"Ding"

The fourth round begins.

Chen Xing gritted his braces and stood up, shook his brain, and could still feel a pain, and walked forward.

"Chen Xing really needs to be careful, obviously his fast-punching style of play can't suppress Francis, this round is very important, if Chen Xing doesn't take good measures to deal with it then he is in danger. Xiong Zixiang finally realized that he was still a commentator during the round break.

The broadcaster gave him back the money, so he couldn't just watch the game and ignore anything.

Hearing Xiong Zixiang's voice, Huang Kai finally breathed a sigh of relief, he is a professional commentator, but in many ways, Xiong Zixiang, a former professional boxer, is still in place.

After all, no matter how many years you explain, you can't be more familiar with the ring than those who have stood in the ring.

"I hope Chen Xing can stabilize this round. "Anyway, they are broadcast to the Chinese people, and it is nothing to favor Chen Xing, Huang Kai is not afraid of gossip, and foreigners don't watch their broadcast at all.

Chen Xing no longer took the lead in this round, but kept his distance from Francis.

This time it was Francis who took the lead in attacking, and a jab was followed by a combination of punches, without too many fancy moves, just simple speed and power.

Speed and power, that's the essence of punching.

Chen Xing did not lose his mind because of the fierceness of Francis's attack, and his pace changed, dodging Francis's attacks again and again, and sometimes he could even steal a jab to hit Francis.

"Chen Xing's style of stepping is a bit familiar. Huang Kai looked at Chen Xing's distinctive steps in the picture and wanted to introduce it, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

This style is very similar to Robinson's fancy dance steps, this kind of pace rhythm is really too difficult to master, but Chen Xing uses it perfectly, and there is no rusty appearance at all. Xiong Zixiang watched Chen Xing's steps dodge in the ring, as if he was dancing a tap dance, but it was far more thrilling than tap dancing.

After all, there is no need to worry about being hit by an incoming fist and causing a concussion when dancing tap dance, Chen Xing is almost like dancing on the edge of a cliff, but he dodges it every time.

A jab grazed Chen Xing's face, and Chen Xing, who dodged the punch, immediately responded with a jab, and after the hit, his footsteps changed and he opened the distance.

"It's a very correct way of playing, Chen Xing should avoid a head-on clash with Francis now, rely on the advantage of pace to play more points, and stabilize the situation. Xiong Zixiang looked at Chen Xing in the ring and kept swaying and dodging and praised, this is a good way to deal with it, I am afraid that Chen Xing's head will be hard and Francis.

The round was spent under the exchange of boxing between the two, and both men landed some jabs and were fine.

At the end of the fourth round, Chen Xing returned to the corner, sweat already drenched his hair, and a little blood oozed from the wound at the corner of his eye.

"It's good, just keep it that way. Uncle Xing wiped off Chen Xing's blood, and then treated the wound briefly.

Blue Corner.

Francis's face was still very flat, but he could see that the anger in his eyes was much stronger.

"It's the fifth round. Francis' coach wiped the sweat from Francis's body.

"Got it. Francis opened his mouth, and someone shoved his mouth with braces.

From the fifth round onwards, Francis began to get into an all-out offensive rhythm to seize the opportunity to knock out Chen Xing, but Chen Xing's pace became more agile and brisk at this moment.

It's a stalemate, and the number of rounds has come to the eighth round.

Francis's eyes were full of violence and irritability, he never thought that the opponent in front of him who surprised him was not the strongest punch, not the hard fight.

It's the pace.

Francis has admitted that his pace is not as good as Chen Xing's, and Chen Xing's pace, whether in today's boxing world, or throughout the past and present, has entered the forefront.

Chen Xing's pace changed, and he dodged Francis's attack, and the steps on his feet were as light and elegant as butterflies.

"Butterfly dance steps, I really didn't expect that Chen Xing didn't just master the fancy dance steps, but its advanced version, the butterfly dance steps. Xiong Zixiang looked at Chen Xing's art-like steps in the ring and exclaimed.

"Is it the signature steps of boxing champion Ali, butterfly dance steps?" In terms of professionalism, Huang Kai is still much worse.

"That's right, look, it's another side slide and reverse slide, it's so beautiful, why do I think his butterfly dance steps are more flexible than Ali at the beginning. Xiong Zixiang couldn't help but not burst into foul mouth, but he still squirted out several drops of saliva.

The crowd was much quieter in those rounds, no longer chanting "Francis's" name, and they were admiring Chen's dance moves.

It's something that can be called a work of art in the ferocious boxing ring.

Chen Xing, who can practice butterfly dance steps to this level at this age, is undoubtedly a boxing genius.

They already believe that even if Chen Xing loses this time, his name will be among the future peak boxing champions.

As the time ticked for the ninth round, they also began to really realize that the little-known Chinese fighter was strong enough to be Francis's fierce opponent.

It's a close match.

Chen Xing in the ring performed an appreciative step in boxing, with agility and skillful movement, coupled with a surprisingly lightning left jab in the move, leaving Francis unable to attack in an all-out way.

"Ding. ”

End of the ninth round.

Chen Xing returned to the corner of the ring, slumped on the stool and gasped for heavy air, these few rounds, Francis kept chasing him, making him consume a lot of physical strength in the constant dodge, even if his physical strength at four o'clock now feels tired.

"Come on, hold on, his points shouldn't be as high as you!!" Uncle Xing was also sweating profusely, obviously he was just watching from the sidelines, and he was also sweating profusely.

"Good. Chen Xing smiled slightly and stopped making expressions, and at this time he wanted to save all the energy to make expressions.

Leaning on the fist pile, the light above his head shone on the sweat all over his body, the sweat was shining, the sweat on Chen Xing's eyelashes was also shining, and the light and shadow in Chen Xing's eyes flowed.

"Chen Xing, come on!"

"Chen Xing, come on!"

The three beauties were all refueling Chen Xing, and they also knew that whether they were injured at this time was not a problem for Chen Xing at all.

He wants to win this game.

Even if people all over the world think he won't win.

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