"Congratulations to Mr. Song for winning the first game, please take a break here. The manager hurriedly came to the stage and said to Song Hu.

Song Hu was immersed in the cheers and applause of the audience, and sneered: "It's just that I defeated an inconspicuous minion, what is there to congratulate?

As soon as these words came out, Han Dong noticed that both Azimeng and Shi Yanfeng couldn't sit still. They are also the top three in the odds, and the gap between them is not big, which Song Hu inevitably doesn't take them seriously.

And the supporters of Azmon and Shi Yanfeng instantly exploded: "Song Hu, you are too arrogant!"

"What does it mean to win the championship and then say that other players are vegetarians?"

"Be careful later, your face is swollen!"

And Song Hu's supporters are complacent at the moment, and where they can hear different voices, they also begin to quarrel.

The people on both sides became more and more excited, and their emotions came up, and they were about to take the chair and do it.

"Everyone, be quiet, be quiet!"

The host's voice came from the loudspeaker on the stage: "Now move on to the next round of matchups, in the second half, Shi Yanfeng vs. Jia Toni." ”

Hearing that the game had started again, the spectators stopped.

Song Hu's supporters snorted disdainfully: "Look at your Shi Yanfeng, how powerful it is." ”

As he spoke, a duel had already begun in the ring.

Both of them are players in the top eight miles, and they have come and gone.

However, after a few rounds, Jatoni gradually showed fatigue under Shi Yanfeng's powerful punches, and was accidentally punched in the chest by Shi Yanfeng, spitting blood and flying out of the ring.

"Shi Yan Fengsheng!" the host shouted into the microphone.

The supporters of Shi Yanfeng in the audience burst into thunderous applause.

"Good! good!"

The faces of the supporters of the other two contestants also became ugly.

Han Dong looked coldly at Shi Yanfeng who raised his arms and shouted on the stage, he was as strong as an ox, his fists and feet were straight, and he took a fierce route, just like a tank to directly crush the opponent.

The previous Song Hu was more flexible. Both men have their own characteristics.

Now, it's up to this Atzmon from the Western Regions Province to behave.

I was thinking that the next group would be played by Atzmoun in the bottom half against another player.

That player was even lower than his ranking, and as soon as he came on stage, his legs were weak with fright, and his movements were deformed.

Azmoun chuckled, mercilessly, saw a flaw, rushed straight up, and with a strong hand, he only heard a series of "clicks" and "clicks", and the bones of the player's limbs were all fractured!

Azmoun wins.

Han Dong now understands that Azmon's style is "ruthless"! When he comes to power, he is rushing to directly abolish his opponent.

Halfway through the first round. Song Hu, Azmon, and Shi Yanfeng all defeated their opponents and entered the next round without much effort!

The game continued later.

"Sister Hong. In the box on the second floor, the gym manager stood behind the sofa and asked respectfully, "The first round is over, who do you think the three of them will win today's championship?"

"The three of them?" Sister Hong's red lips opened slightly, her breath was like an orchid, and between her gestures, she was full of charm!

The gym manager was a little stunned, realized his gaffe, and quickly said, "Yes, these three people are recognized as candidates for the championship." ”

"I don't think so. Sister Hong smiled, "In the first round, isn't there another one?"

The first round is here, and only Han Dong is left with the last group not playing.

"Sister Hong, do you mean Han Dong?" the manager was a little incredulous and sneered. That's right, Han Dong defeated Tieshan yesterday, but that one didn't explain anything at all. Besides, each of these three people today became famous on the shoulders of Iron Mountain.

"I don't know why, I think he's not simple. Sister Hong looked downstairs.

The manager was confused and didn't understand why. It's just that Sister Hong has been wandering the rivers and lakes for so many years, and she has already cultivated a pair of fiery eyes, and she doesn't look away from people.

As he spoke, the last group of matches had begun.

As soon as Han Dong appeared on the stage, there was a chorus of boos from the audience.

None of them were optimistic about Han Dong, first, he was thin and didn't look like a practitioner at all. The second is that he was not famous before, he did not belong to any gang or family, and no one knew his strength, so naturally no one dared to bet on him.

It was the sixteen-year-old girl who was a little excited to see Han Dong appear. Probably because she was the only one who bet on Han Dong.

The audience was very puzzled, such a beautiful girl, came here, is it because she looks at her face and bets? Han Dong is indeed handsome, with melancholy eyes, if she dresses up well, she is really a talent.

It's just that this is a black market boxing, and you don't eat with your face. No matter how good the face is, if the strength is not good, after a few rounds, it will become a pig's head.

"Little girl, you've lost your eyes this time, he's playing against the fourth-ranked master today, and if you don't lose your little life, it's a great creation!" said a person with bad intentions.

"What do you care about me?" the little girl raised her head proudly.

"Han Dong, come on!" There was silence in the audience, and the girl suddenly shouted, and then was covered by the middle-aged man next to her.

Han Dong looked back at the audience, nodded, and after signing the life and death certificate step by step, he said to the player opposite, "Please advise." ”

"Ahh

Han Dong didn't dare to slack off, and flashed sideways. And the man kept moving, and with another backhook, he kicked him in the chin.

"There are even two more hits!"

Han Dong recognized that he was the fourth-ranked player among the players this time, in addition to the three favorites, and he could be regarded as a strong player.

But...... He was unlucky and ran into himself.

He snorted in his heart, stretched out his hand to block, and defused the opponent's attack. Then a punch was struck, and the opponent couldn't react and took a few steps back before stopping.

"He was defeated. ”

Upstairs, a sentence suddenly came out of Sister Hong's mouth.

"You mean......" The manager looked at the situation downstairs and didn't know who Sister Hong was talking about.

"Han Dong won. ”

Sister Hong looked at the situation in the ring and made up her mind.

The manager said he didn't believe it, that was the fourth player, and his strength was also very strong, could Han Dong really beat him and enter the next round?

I was puzzled, only to hear an exclamation downstairs. The manager looked over and saw the fourth-ranked player flying out of the ring.

He looked down at his watch, and the hour had barely passed a minute.

"Han Dongsheng!" the host shouted.

There was an uproar in the audience. The player they were least optimistic about actually beat fourth? They wouldn't be dazzled, would they?

"Yay, that's awesome!" the little girl jumped up from her seat excitedly, her face full of collagen, and she couldn't hide her youth.

Looking at his only supporter, Han Dong cast a grateful glance.

And Song Hu and the others, who were watching the battle from the sidelines, were surprised on their faces. They thought that at least in the first round, the top four should be a good one.

And this Han Dong defeated his opponent in a few moves?

Thinking of the Haikou that they boasted before, the hearts of several people had to start paying attention to this opponent they didn't know at all.

"Mr. Han, please take a break from the audience, the second round of knockout is about to begin. The host stepped forward and reminded.

Han Dong nodded and walked off the stage.

When passing by Song Hu's side, Song Hu said, "Han Dong, I really didn't expect that you still have two more moments." ”

"Offering ugliness, it makes you smile. Han Dong responded lightly, "Those three moves, do you still want to let them?"

"This ......" Song Hu's face felt like he had been slapped and burned hotly.

With the strength that Han Dong is showing now, if he is allowed to make three moves, he may be difficult to win.

Seeing Song Hu's embarrassed face, Han Dong smiled lightly: "It's okay, when the time comes, I'll let you make three moves first!"

"Arrogance!"

Song Hu stood up with a bang, his fists clenched loudly.

As the most popular new star in Jingchu boxing, he was arrogant, how could he stand such words? His eyes were full of anger towards Han Dong.