Jin Ling stood up.

By the time Kesef stood firm in front of me, it meant that the solution to the stakes of the fight was inevitable.

Fu Shengbing, Jin Ling, and the manager all persuaded me, but the grievances between me and Kaisef did not accumulate in a day or two, how can I say that I should stop the war?

Mike over there is also persuading Kesef, but I believe that Kesif is in the same mood as me, and is also anxious to satisfy his vanity and desire to conquer with his fists.

I took off my coat in public, leaving only a sling vest and feeling my muscle strength at its peak. Not to be outdone, Kesef stripped naked, and clumps of golden curly chest hair grew wantonly, obscuring his intertwined muscles. However, it added to the terrifying atmosphere of his body, and his muscles were beautiful and thick, like a bodybuilder. The two of us stood together, the gap was indeed more obvious, he was obviously big, and his arms were a lot thicker, as soon as he exerted his strength, the original broad bust suddenly seemed to be saturated, and the muscles of the body reached a state of excitement. In particular, the eight muscles of the lower abdomen look particularly stylish under the illumination of the light, and the concave and convex bodybuilding feeling is incredible.

As you can see, he, like me, has been exercising lately, otherwise his muscles would not have been so strong.

Exactly, at this moment, I can't believe it's true. Maybe it's a gift from God, I've always wanted to get revenge on Kesef, but I never had the chance. Until today, he inexplicably came to the Easton Hotel under my jurisdiction!

Isn't this a gift from heaven to me?

I certainly won't miss it. I'm going to use the facts to make Kesef understand some truths, and let him know that sooner or later justice will triumph over evil!

But unexpectedly, when Kesef had just finished his fighting stance, he suddenly burped again, then leaned forward, squirting a lot of filth out of his mouth...... It smells foul.

I smiled bitterly, thinking to myself that Kesef had drunk too much now, and I was a little suspicious of bullying him when I was fighting him at this time.

But he said that Mike saw that Kessef had vomited, so he hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and shouted at me at the same time: "Zhao Long, cancel, cancel, Kesef, he drank too much, he needs to rest, what's the use of you defeating him now?"

Mike had a point, but my feud with Kesif was not just a matter of winning or losing, it had accumulated into a deep hatred, he hated me, and I hated him.

Actually, I didn't hate him at first, but he provoked me and offended me again and again, and my patience with him had already reached its limit.

But Kesef is also a man, he took out some pieces of paper from his pocket, wiped the corners of his mouth, pushed Mike away with his arm, and said: "I'm fine, see how I teach Zhao Long a lesson!

Kesef shook his head confidently, then rubbed the zenith with both hands, as if to force himself to cheer himself up.

We looked at each other contemptuously and hostilely.

Although people have not fought, the momentum must not be lost first.

Kesef and I both know this very well.

Therefore, the two of us, our four eyes were rounded and stared together, and neither of us dared to blink more. Although Kesef drank too much, the arrogance and belligerence that exuded from him did not diminish in the slightest.

At this moment, the surrounding air seemed to be frozen. Including the hotel staff watching the game, as well as Mike, they all looked at me and Kesef intently, and they didn't dare to take a breath, and in their hearts, they each had their own worries and thoughts.

Kesef shook his fists slightly three or four meters in front of me, but didn't move.

Maybe he's still a little contemptuous of me, maybe he's trying to find a flaw in my offensive moves and crush me in one fell swoop. In short, he was like a sculpture, motionless, as if he wanted to give me the opportunity to attack first.

To be honest, the difference in size and strength between me and Kessef is obvious, and I have never beaten Kessef in the previous few fights. But this does not mean that I have no advantage, first of all, Kesef will be proud of his heart after winning consecutive battles! Second, he has drunk too much wine today, and no matter how strong a person who has drunk too much wine is, he will definitely be much slower to react to his usual life, and he will not be as vigorous as usual. In this way, size and strength are the two advantages that he has best compared to mine. Still, I couldn't take the enemy lightly, after all, with Kesef's arrogant personality, he should have struck first to defeat me in the shortest possible time. This is the only way to show his strength. But he stood still now, and it was obvious that he didn't even want to expend his precious physical strength by attacking actively, just waiting for me to deliver the 'goods' door. Is this a change in his tactics, or is there something about his hard appearance that hides some weakness?

Kesef waited for the rabbit, and I was the only one who broke the situation.

I sped forward and swung my right arm at Kessef and threw a swift and powerful punch.

It's a straight punch that walks, straight to his face.

If he hadn't dodged or blocked, I could have at least hit him with a concussion all over his face. But Kesef is no idle man, and I can't hit him so easily.

The reason why Kesif had chosen to stand three or four meters away from me just now was because he felt confident that he would be able to judge my attack and counterattack it from this distance.

However, he never expected that my explosive power at this time would be so amazing—almost instantaneously from being activated to being in the effective attack range. By the time he reacted, my fist was close at hand.

But in any case, Kesef is also a long-time veteran of Zongheng Boxing, not to mention his experience, his reflexes and skills are also top-notch. His brow furrowed slightly, and he quickly swung his fist to block it, turning his face sideways as much as he could, trying to avoid my fatal blow.

Almost as soon as he raised his fist to protect his face, my other punch was also reached.

Even though his sheer power is far superior to mine, it's hard for him to go all out at the moment because of the speed and power of my punches.

Of course, Kesef's hasty action didn't stop the onslaught of my attack, and he made me change my attack strategy at best.

A cross-hook then flew quickly to Kaisef's head. I don't know why, but I had an unusually desperate feeling that I wanted to defeat him, as soon as possible.

And this impulse seems to have been entangled for a long time. Today, like an atomic bomb, it exploded.

But Kesef quickly found his groove, and instead of continuing to fight me, he lost no time in relieving himself and pulling away.

He actually started to perform his leg kicks, kicks.

His kicks were fast, I just dodged, and I felt that the most effective way to fight an opponent with my own strength was to perform a hand-to-hand throw or inch punch to contain the opponent's weaknesses with the strengths of Kungfu.

Once I had decided on the tactics, I circled around Kesef, who was still turning with me at first, keeping facing me. But after two laps, he didn't even turn around, and I took advantage of the gap between his back to me and stabbed him forward and punched him in the back of the head.

Because Kesif had his back to me, and when my fist was about to hit him in the head, he suddenly turned around and punched me in the face, which was supposed to be the first punch, and it was almost to his head, but he actually made the first move, and before the punch hit, the fist wind had already blown into my face.

I quickly lowered my head, trying to dodge his fist, but I didn't expect his fist to press down, and it turned into an uppercut, punching me in the shoulder.

"Bang!" knocked me to the ground as I squatted.

Then, he took advantage of the situation and threw a downpercut with his left hand, which really came to my face.

His strength is great, and if this punch is hit, my nose will have to be smashed.

I dared to lie down behind him to avoid his fists, and at the same time kick my legs together with both hands, kicking the face bones of his feet, he didn't stand firm all of a sudden, knelt on the ground, stretched out his right hand to support the ground, I stretched out my right foot and kicked his foot, and before I was kicked by his left fist in the calf of my right foot, my leg seemed to be smashed by a hammer, the pain was unbearable, and his force shook me on the spot and rolled on the spot.

But Kesef wasn't much better, and he groaned when my feet were attacked.

We both knelt on the ground and rubbed our legs, each rubbing our legs twice quickly.

Then we almost got up again, and my legs hurt, but this time I felt better.

To be exact, I really didn't expect this Kesif to be so agile and so strong even when he was drunk, which made me even more afraid to underestimate it.

Immediately afterward, Kessef stabbed again. I deftly dodged his straight punch, grabbed him by the waist, and picked him up in the waist, trying to throw him to the ground.

But before I could lift him over my shoulders, he smashed my back with his fists and smashed me to the floor.

My hands slid from his waist to his calves, and I felt his calves move in my hands, trying to break free of my grip.

I quickly clasped my hands together, grabbed his calves and pulled him into my arms, and threw him on his back.

Then I quickly ran over and rode on his stomach, and hit him with two punches in the face, and the feeling of hitting him in the face made my heart flutter, damn, cool!

But I picked up my fist, and before the third punch was struck, I was punched in the ribs, and that punch hit me in the soft underbelly.

Fortunately, I have a hard qigong to protect my body, otherwise this blow would have injured all my internal organs.

To be honest, the contest between us seems to have run out of rules, and it has transcended all rules and limitations, no rings and boundaries, no boxing gloves and protective tools, only crazy fights, only life-and-death fights.

The staff at the hotel who looked straight ahead, even Mike, were stunned!

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