And Chen Xing is the youngest of the young, eighteen years old is about to be nineteen years old, oh my God, this is the age of boxing babies in the current boxing world.

The golden age of a fighter is around 25 to 30 years old, and at this age, the experience, physical strength and all aspects of the fighter have only reached their peak, Chen Xing, is too young.

Thomas sighed, if Chen Xing's opponent is another boxing champion, Chen Xing is also hopeful, Chen Xing is really the most talented boxer he has seen in so many years, the tactical boxing is changeable, and he is proficient, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a master of boxing.

But Francis, who is currently in his prime, is a 28-year-old boxing champion with plenty of energy, experience, and consistent play, and any other aspirants to his throne have been crushed.

"Yes, coach. Chen Xing nodded, and the sweat kept gathering from his face to his chin, dripping from his chin.

He also understands what Coach Thomas means, and he has analyzed Francis's past videos many times with the coaching team, analyzing his game against Francis from all angles, and his chances of winning are not so great.

Damn boxing skills, damn proficiency, why don't you go up, Chen Xing walked on the way out of the gym, and punched the sandbag on the side, and the sandbag was shaken by Chen Xing.

Chen Xing felt a rare trace of chagrin in his heart, he had sweated an astonishing amount in the past month, and the physical strength and energy spent was also a terrifying number, but the information in his brain clearly told him that his proficiency had not changed at all.

"Whether or not to accept the task, the reward, the proficiency is 300. ”

Just after Chen Xing slammed the sandbag, some information suddenly appeared in his mind that he had never had before.

Task!

Chen Xing, who was walking on the road, was stunned.

Damn, 300 proficiency! Chen Xing's eyes were red, wouldn't this 300 proficiency allow him to upgrade his boxing skills to level 10!

Wouldn't he be able to unlock the information of boxing level 10?!He didn't know how many times he had imagined how many times he would be promoted to boxing level 10 would give him the information of the boxing king's killer weapon, and after learning this, he still couldn't beat Francis's jumping into the sea.

"Accept!" Chen Xing's mind moved, and he accepted this task that had never appeared before.

There are levels, and there are tasks, it's really like playing a game, but this game is his real life.

"Mission: Bring a puppy back to its true owner.

Reward: Mastery 300. ”

Chen Xing looked at the information in his head silently, to be honest, he couldn't accept this information at first, he thought that this task would be to assassinate the president of country M, fight with tigers with bare hands, etc., but the result was to let him bring a dog back to its real owner?

Chen Xing really didn't know whether to laugh or cry, did he look down on him so much? Give him this task of finding cats and dogs?

Forget it, whatever, just complete the task and upgrade, it doesn't matter if you are despised.

If you look down on him, you will look down on him, and he won't lose a piece of meat.

Chen Xing immediately continued to search for the information in his head, there must be information in this task, otherwise how would he know what to do in a word.

Chen Xing closed his eyes, and opened his eyes again about a minute later, with a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, and found it.

The dog is now in Miami, and its owner is in Los Angeles.

Uh, do you want to be so far? Roughly estimated, there are nearly 4,000 kilometers, even if he finds this dog, he can't take a plane, this dog needs more things to fly.

Forget it, let's rent a car, Chen Xing made a decision, his brain simply calculated, drove non-stop during the day, and found a place to sleep at night, so that he could get there in about a week, even if he went to the cities along the way to enjoy the scenery, there was enough time.

After making the decision, Chen Xing happily walked out of the gym, causing the boxers who were also training in the gym to be confused.

It can't be that the pressure of preparing for the war is too much to make you stupid, right?

Chen Xing didn't know what others thought of him, so he ran out for lunch.

Then it was the afternoon of preparation training, and Chen Xing was a little tired.

"What did you say?" Thomas looked at Chen Xing, who had finished his afternoon training in front of him, and couldn't believe what Chen Xing had just said.

"I wanted to take a break from my current training and take some time to adjust myself. Chen Xing said again, his tone firm, his eyes fixed on Thomas's eyes.

They all knew that Chen Xing had made limited progress during this time.

Thomas went into a deep groan, wanting to interrupt his training in preparation for the fight, which could easily go wrong. However, it is not completely incomprehensible, Chen Xing is now like entering a bottleneck, and this period of preparation has not allowed Chen Xing to break through this bottleneck.

And if he can't break through the bottleneck, his win rate against Francis will never increase.

"Okay, I see, did you talk to Coach Xing?" Thomas compromised, he still knew Chen Xing's self-control.

In fact, it's not Chen Xing, any professional boxer on the road of boxing, to this point, self-control is simply a word that doesn't need to be mentioned, every boxer, feel far beyond the self-control of ordinary people, no one needs to ask them, their requirements for themselves are the strictest.

"Well, I'll talk about that over there. Chen Xing was a little panicked, Uncle Xing just returned to China a few days ago, and at the beginning of this month, Uncle Xing was busy and helped Chen Xing deal with a lot of things, and now that the training is stable, there is no need for Uncle Xing, and the coaching team can help Chen Xing get everything.

Uncle Xing returned to China to help Chen Xing deal with domestic sponsorship matters, and by the way, he went back to Hong Kong City to deal with the affairs of Fengwei Club, which he had been a hands-off shopkeeper for a month.

"Okay, Chen Xing, good luck, call me when you're ready to continue training, remember, it can't be too long. Thomas glanced at Chen Xing meaningfully, there was only one month left before the World Championship.

"Well, I see, thank you, Coach Thomas. Chen Xing respectfully thanked him, the other party has done his duty this month, and he deserves to thank him respectfully.

"Okay, let's go, remember to contact me early. Thomas still instructed Chen Xing, for fear that Chen Xing would be too late.

Seeing Thomas and the coaching team leave, Chen Xing took a shower, changed into his Fengwei Boxing Club jacket, and left Fifth Avenue Boxing Gym, he still had something to do before going to find the dog.

The beauty has an appointment.

After walking to the street and standing for about ten minutes, a blue Ford stopped in front of Chen Xing, it was a large pickup truck of the Ford F series, Chen Xing rarely saw this kind of car in China, and he saw quite a lot abroad, the car was beautiful and domineering.

The car window rolled down, and a familiar face appeared in front of him, the long black hair like a waterfall, which was shimmering with maintenance, this kind of hair that Chen Xing had only seen on Ling Xin.

"Sister Ling. Chen Xing waved his hand to say hello, yesterday Ling Xin told him that he would come to Miami, and he would come to pick him up tonight and invite him to a meal.

"Get in the car. Ling Xin smiled and asked Chen Xing to get in the car, "How is it, do you have any requests for food?" Chen Xing got into the car, and Ling Xin asked, can you invite Chen Xing to have a meal for him.

Now Chen Xing's diet control is the same as that of giant pandas.

"Well, most restaurants do, as long as they're not all fried and high-fat food. Chen Xing felt that with Ling Xin's price, he would not go to that kind of restaurant.

"Okay, let's go. Ling Xin drove the domineering big blue pickup truck towards the restaurant.

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