The battle started again, Zhao Jiancheng stared at the young man in front of him, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Young man, use any ability, if you can knock me down, that's your ability!" Zhao Jiancheng said in an encouraging tone.

Chu Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, and for the first time, he took the initiative to rush towards Zhao Jiancheng.

Seeing the young man's almost savage pace rushing over, Zhao Jiancheng's expression became serious, his arms were protected on both sides of his head, and when the young man reached the range that could be attacked, his fist swung out violently.

Chu Feng's body was like a tanuki, just tilting his head slightly, he dodged the opponent's fist, and at this time, he had already reached the other party's approach.

At the moment of punching and attacking, several thoughts flashed through Chu Feng's mind: Don't use too much force first, find a place with a lot of meat to start, and test what the opponent's endurance is?

Touch!

Chu Feng's fist hit Zhao Jiancheng's bulging belly, although the power was not very great, but it made Zhao Jiancheng's stomach shake three times.

"The strength is a little bit worse, but after the training the day after tomorrow, it should be able to improve. Feeling the force coming out of his stomach, Zhao Jiancheng thought so in his heart.

Touch!

Just after a distraction, he was punched in the stomach again, and it was still the same part as before.

"The strength is stronger than just now, is it because you let go, it should have been like this a long time ago!" Zhao Jiancheng continued to swing his fists and hooks, trying to force the boy back.

Touch!

It was that part again, Zhao Jiancheng's stomach was punched again, and the force was much greater, which already made Zhao Jiancheng feel pain.

"That punch just now was good, but the part you chose is not good, and it is not so easy to knock me down!" Zhao Jiancheng said loudly.

Almost as soon as his words fell, it was that part again, and he was punched by Chu Feng again.

The force of this punch almost made him angry, and the fist that was about to swing out retracted.

Although Chu Feng's steps under his feet looked stiff, his speed of movement was not slow, and while constantly changing directions, he was still paying attention to Zhao Jiancheng's facial expressions.

"The force of that punch just now should be the limit of what he can bear, no matter how big it is, I'm afraid he won't be able to stand it, so be it!"

Chu Feng thought about it, and the whole person suddenly changed direction and accelerated, and before the other party could react, he hit three punches in a row according to the part just now.

This time, Zhao Jiancheng couldn't stand it anymore, and he frowned in pain, and his body couldn't help but retreat.

Before he could adjust his breathing, the boy rushed over again.

Touch!

The stomach hit again, like a balloon filled with water, shaking violently.

Zhao Jiancheng's face was a little pale, and the blow just now made him a little angry, and he straightened his arm, wanting to ask for a timeout.

Touch!

Before his words could be uttered, another punch, again in the same position.

This time, Zhao Jianguo knelt directly on one knee in the ring, his gloves pressed his chest, trying to straighten out the breath in his stomach.

"Third uncle!" Zhao Peng was startled and hurriedly stepped forward.

Seeing this, Chu Feng had no choice but to stop.

"Third uncle, how are you?" Zhao Peng asked.

He was a little puzzled why the third uncle was like this, you must know that the strength of the young man's punch should not make people feel so painful that they couldn't stand up.

"It's angry!" Zhao Jiancheng was helped out of the ring by Zhao Peng, and it took a long time to spit out the breath in his body.

"Third uncle, do you feel better?" Zhao Peng brought another cup of hot water.

"It's much better, this is old, and the body just can't do it!"

Zhao Jiancheng looked ashamed, he wanted to test the boy well, but he didn't expect to get angry after a few punches, was it because he ate too much at noon?

"That ......" At this time, Chu Feng's voice came, "The battle just now, is it considered that I won?"

This is less than ten rounds, Chu Feng is a little worried that the other party will admit it?

Zhao Jiancheng beckoned to Chu Feng, and then said, "Even if you win, don't worry, the reward promised to you is indispensable!"

"That's good!" Chu Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

"There's something I want to ask you," Zhao Jiancheng had already eased up, and asked curiously in his voice, "Why do I feel that your fist is heavier than a punch?"

"I see that you are not too young, and I am afraid that I will beat you up, so I didn't dare to push too hard at first!" Chu Feng was in a happy mood and did not hide it.

Belch!

Only then did Zhao Jiancheng know that he dared to be despised by himself, and this young man was actually releasing water!

It's good to be young, and the body of the older age is getting less and less!

While sighing in his heart, Zhao Jiancheng became more curious about Chu Feng's true strength, but he was afraid that he would not be able to test the depth of this young man now, so he turned his eyes to Zhao Peng and asked, "Dapeng, how about you compare with this kid?"

"Okay!"

Zhao Peng has long been eager to try, he is different from the third uncle, he is in the prime of life, and he pays more attention to training on weekdays, and the level of boxing is only stronger than before.

"Young man, what do you mean?" Zhao Jiancheng looked at Chu Feng again.

"Can you let me rest for a while?" Chu Feng said, in fact, he was not tired, so he just wanted to get the remuneration for these two sparring sessions first.

He didn't want to be busy for half a day and not get a penny.

"Okay, you hit the sandbags here first, take a rest, and I'll go change my clothes!" Zhao Peng didn't think that he would lose to the boy like the third uncle.

"I'm afraid I'll break your sandbag, so I'll wait for you here!" Chu Feng said.

Zhao Peng was a little angry, his sandbags here are all imported full-skin sandbags, and the young man's words are simply questioning the quality of his club.

"If you can break a sandbag and break one, I'll give you one!" Zhao Peng said as he left.

After Zhao Peng left, Zhao Jiancheng brewed a rhetoric and said to Chu Feng: "Young man, your physical fitness is very good, very suitable for boxing, are you interested in practicing boxing with me, I can train you to be the most beneficial boxer, let you appear on the world stage, and become a star in the limelight." ”

"I'm not interested!" Chu Feng directly refused.

He didn't have the time to learn boxing, and he wasn't interested, he would rather follow the Hawkeye puppet to practice and make himself stronger.

"You think about it again, don't be in a hurry to refuse, your physical fitness is really very good, I am confident that I can train you to become a first-class boxer!"

"I'm sorry, I don't have that time!" Chu Feng had already walked to the sandbag when he spoke.

The all-black sandbag is full of texture, and the leather texture on it is even more clearly visible, Chu Feng reached out and pressed it gently, the softness and hardness were moderate.

This sandbag is really good, Chu Feng liked it all at once!

"Do you really break one and give me one?" Chu Feng hesitated.