Xu glanced north of the arena and saw Toms, who had silver hair and was wearing a silver Armani, and Thomas also saw him.

However, Toms didn't pay much attention to Xu Xiangbei, just glanced at it briefly, his eyes were full of contempt and ridicule, such a thin boxer couldn't beat Jason.

Before the game, the pockmarked face security guard had already told himself the strength of the players, and Thomas was half a Huaxia pass, and he habitually used Huaxia's thirty-six strategies.

Know yourself and know your opponent, and win all battles.

Xu Xiangbei also changed into a black practice uniform, the silk fabric was soft and comfortable, and walked into the ring.

The spotlights around and on the ceiling were all cast over, illuminating the ring brightly, the temperature rose, and Xu Xiangbei was so hot that a little sweat oozed from his forehead.

Several camera lenses were pulled over, and a global webcast was being conducted.

Xu Xiangbei stood face to face with Jason, waiting for the referee's instructions.

The sweat on Xu Xiangbei's forehead caused a burst of criticism from netizens.

"I broke out in a cold sweat before I even started fighting, and this martial artist was scared. “

"This martial artist is too thin, half a head shorter than the black boxing champion, and he loses in momentum. ”

Of course, Xu Xiangbei didn't know what netizens were talking about, and Mr. Qiao and Mr. Huang, their mobile phones were directly linked to the website, and they were clear about the chat messages of netizens.

Joe always smoked the Cuban cigar given by Toms, and seemed to feel very fragrant, that is, excited and proud, and laughed at Mr. Huang from time to time.

Mr. Huang is still a little confident, although most of it has been destroyed, he also asked his martial arts team to help Xu Xiangbei shout and cheer.

The referee blew the whistle and began with the match between the Chinese martial artist and the American boxing champion.

The site has long stopped betting, and the odds of buying Xu Xiangbei to win have reached one to thirty, and there are very few people who buy it, most of them are just to show their support, and Xu Xiangbei advances and retreats together, which is a kind of tragic feeling of a soldier breaking his wrist.

Jason sneered, looked down, like a cat looking at a mouse, and looked at Xu Xiangbei with a look of pity.

Xu Xiangbei is more than one meter eight tall, half a head shorter in front of Jason, and his body is thinner than him, relatively much thinner.

The two sides first treated each other politely and touched their fists.

However, a wisp of evil flashed in Jason's eyes, and on the surface, he wanted to bump fists with Xu Xiangbei, but he punched him hard, and he wanted to finish with one punch to knock down his opponent, and it didn't take much effort for him to end the fight with one punch.

Xu Xiangbei only felt that a black shadow rushed straight over, with a strong wind, he didn't have time to think about it, and instinctively crossed his hands to block.

Although his arm formed a cross shield defense and blocked the punch of the surprise attack, he felt a strong force pushing him out, and he tried his best to stabilize his body, and the strength went to his legs, and he stopped with a thousand pounds.

He looked up and found that this punch actually knocked him back more than ten steps, almost to the edge of the ring barricade.

It can be seen how powerful this punch is.

That's the first punch.

Jason grinned, his fists in both hands were like two sledgehammers, picked up, like a mechanical crash, boom, boom, boom and bang.

The power of his fist was overwhelming, although he blocked it with his arm, but he couldn't stabilize his body at all, he was beaten back constantly, and his arm was numb and painful as if he had been hit hard.

Xu Xiangbei understood that if he retreated in a straight line, he would be knocked out of the ring without a few punches.

When fighting Jason, you can't just use brute force, but also use appropriate methods to deal with him.

Xu Xiangbei had a plan, and walked with gossip steps under his feet, constantly changing directions, turning in circles, and resolving the huge fist force.

Jason is like a cheetah that pounces like a prey, his fists are so fast that they turn into afterimages, and he roars angrily while fighting back, and the fist wind is roaring up and down the ring.

Xu Xiangbei was beaten to the point that he only had the ability to parry, and he had no power to fight back, he was in danger, and he was punched in the shoulder, and he felt that his shoulder hurt as if he had been discounted.

Although Xu Xiangbei didn't have much power to fight back, he also kicked out in time and hit Jason's shoulder hard.

But the huge anti-shock force from his feet shook Xu Xiangbei and had to do a backflip to resolve the anti-shock force.

Before he could stand still, Jason rushed over with his fists raised.

The huge force was like an endless wave, hitting his arm again and again, and Xu Xiangbei was like a small tree struggling in a violent typhoon, and was finally uprooted.

Xu Xiangbei was sandwiched with internal force, and his fists were full of strength, but it didn't have much effect on Jason.

Jason was like a stout rhinoceros, with thick skin and thick flesh as if he was wearing layers of battle armor, and even Xu Xiangbei's eight anti-heaven needles could not penetrate his thick battle armor.

Although Jason has not practiced the iron cloth shirt of the golden bell jar, he has trained the muscles as strong as a stone, which is equivalent to a golden bell jar.

Jason lunged in another bullfighting style, ignoring Xu Xiangbei's fists and kicks, directly carried Xu Xiangbei on his shoulders, grabbed Xu Xiangbei with both hands, and threw him out fiercely.

If this falls, Xu Xiangbei will at least shed his skin.

However, Xu Xiangbei, who has practiced yoga, has very good physical flexibility, and when he was about to be thrown out of the ring, his feet lightly touched the railing, and he turned over deftly and returned to the ring.

Xu Xiangbei felt that all his moves were useless in front of Jason, so Jason simply rushed and punched, without any tricks, but it was the most lethal and effective, as long as he was punched and hit by him, he would definitely lose.

Xu Xiangbei was hit by him again and put on his shoulder, this time Xu Xiangbei was not caught by him, but escaped from his iron palms, rolled off his broad shoulders, and rolled several times before the attack force was dissolved.

Xu Xiangbei is no longer a hairy young man who has just arrived in Jiangcheng, he has a lot of fighting experience, he is in a hurry, and he quickly has an idea.

Jason punched again, hitting Xu Xiangbei's hands hard.

A huge force surged from Xu Xiangbei's hands to his back, his heels slammed into the ring, and he stomped heavily on the ring.

He used the graft to try to neutralize Jason's powerful punches, moving the force from his hands to his feet and then to the ring.

Seeing Xu Xiangbei constantly stomping his feet, Mr. Qiao laughed and said, "What's the use of you not being able to beat other people's bare stomping." ”

Mr. Qiao's ridicule was not unreasonable, Xu Xiangbei used to move flowers and trees, which was to dissolve Jason's powerful fist power and be able to take his fist, but only the defense was strengthened, and he still couldn't defeat him.

Xu Xiangbei also tried to fight back, punched out, and hit him the arm, but he felt that the opponent's muscles contained a strong countershock, which shook his fingers.

He tried to defy the sky with eight needles, using qi condensation needles, and one needle was pointed at Jason's chest and arm.

Jason also felt like a needle pricking his skin, but the pain felt like an itch to him.

He smiled, "Boy, are you tickling me?"

(End of chapter)