This "boxing ring" is empty and spacious, without the dim and smoky miasma of imagination, and the four spotlights overhead illuminate the entire boxing ring. There are five or six in the ring, each with a red carpet in the center. There were four or five hundred spectators in the ring, both men and women, gathered around the ring, two of them had already started fighting, and the other fighters were still preparing. On the edge of each ring, there was a person shouting with a handful of money, and the people on the side placed bets.

Lin Xiao and Zhao Jing watched as they walked, the two boxers who were competing in the first venue were both white, about the same size, about 1.8 meters tall, with long arms and tall arms, fists and feet, and the fight was fierce, and one of them had blood from the corner of his eye and wiped his face. The surrounding audience was even more excited when they saw the bleeding, and they kept shouting loudly. They continued on their way, and on the second court was a Thai fighter against a black man, who was tall and muscular, good at boxing, and the Thai fighter was shorter, but nimble, and his legs were sharp, and the black man couldn't get close enough to scream in anger.

Towards the end of the third fight, the two fighters collided together, and their fists slammed into the abdomen and ribs and heads, making a muffled "bang, bang, bang". It didn't take long for one fighter to collapse without holding on, gasping for air in his mouth. The other rushed up and pulled his opponent by the hair, pulled him up, lifted his knee and slammed it into his head, and the flesh was blurred.

A woman's screams rang out at the scene, mixed with cheers, which made people's blood boil, and at the same time, they felt their scalps tingle. Zhao Jing had never seen this kind of scene before, and couldn't help but lean close to Lin Xiao. The body of the fallen man softened under the successive impacts, and the victor finally let go of his opponent, raised his hands in the air, and let out a howl like a trapped beast, announcing the end of the match, and the crowd cheered and gathered around him.

The two men quickly lifted the knocked out fighter onto a prepared stretcher. Zhao Jing couldn't help it, and asked Lin Xiao: "Was that fighter killed?" Lin Xiao shook his head and said to her, "This situation often occurs, and they have measures to deal with it." ”

They walked through another field, and finally saw a Chinese, very tall, with a cold face and gloomy eyes, standing in the middle of the field, waiting for his opponent to play. As soon as Lin Xiao saw him, he said to Zhao Jing: "I have a hunch, this person is Guo Qingfeng's younger brother, Guo Qingsheng." ”

Zhao Jing looked carefully, this person's nose and mouth are somewhat similar to Guo Qingfeng, but the eyes are too different, Guo Qingfeng's eyes are greedy and vicious, there is no expression in this person's eyes, a feeling of no desire and no desire. The two walked over, and Lin Xiao quietly asked an old man who looked a little kinder on the sidelines what the name of the person in the field was.

The man was in the frenzy of excitement before the game, and said casually: "This is a sharp axe from China, look at his two legs, killing people is like cutting vegetables." Lin Xiao was still not at ease, and asked again: "Then what is his name?" The man looked at him impatiently: "What is the name, don't you tell you, sharp axe, sharp axe." As he spoke, he raised his hands and slashed at his head.

Zhao Jing felt that she couldn't ask anything with such a delirious person, so she pulled Lin Xiao away. They approached the venue, Guo Qingsheng was doing warm-up exercises, his gaze swept over the crowd, and he inadvertently shook his head with Lin Xiao, immediately stopped, and looked at him attentively for two or three seconds. Zhao Jing saw it, turned her head and asked Lin Xiao: "He seems to know you?" Lin Xiao shook his head: "This may also be a premonition." ”

A small middle-aged man in a red suit with his hair combed in a mess ran towards them: "Which of you bet on to win?" Lin Xiao took out a banknote and handed it to him, pointing to Guo Qingsheng in the field: "I bet on him to win." The man took the money and made a note in the notebook in his hand: "Sharp axe." Say to him, "Good luck." He turned and walked to another spectator.

There was a commotion on the sidelines, people were talking in each other's ears, and the voices were noisy, but it could still be heard that everyone had great hopes for Guo Qingsheng, but some people were also worried, and probably the other opponent was also very strong. Guo Qingsheng didn't care about the chaos around him, his eyes were calm, his heart was as calm as water, and this powerful psychological anti-interference ability made Lin Xiao greatly impressed.

Guo Qingsheng also saw Lin Xiao, who rarely saw Chinese in such a place, and it was also two Chinese who were obviously armed with martial arts, which was particularly attention-grabbing. Of course, he didn't think that these two were the people he was looking for, but when he saw his compatriots coming to watch his game, he was still a little excited, and he was a little more courageous, believing that he could win the game with an absolute advantage as before.

But he was a little uneasy about his opponent's slow appearance, a Filipino named Disa, who had a stellar record of 125-1 in 126 fights, including 71 kills. He is also an extremely fierce fighter. According to the information learned before the game, Disa is 1.81 meters tall, weighs 94 kilograms, bench press 125 kilograms, squats 585 kilograms, and has similar physical fitness to himself, which is also a competition worth looking forward to.

With a burst of cheers, Disa appeared, a fierce-looking man, with gritted teeth, strong cheek muscles, and an undisguised contempt and hatred in his eyes. The pace is steady, but Guo Qingsheng also found his weakness, and the overall coordination of his body is still poor, which will have a certain impact on his power fluency.

Disa chose to appear at this time in order to cause psychological pressure on Guo Qingsheng, but he underestimated the unremarkable Chinese in front of him. Guo Qingsheng was experienced in a hundred battles and was not affected at all, and nodded politely at his arrival. Then he ran around the field, mobilizing the muscles and nerves of his whole body, and excited every cell of his body.

When the spectators in the other arenas saw that this side was about to start, someone shouted, "suddenly", and they all surrounded them, and the small boxing arena was immediately crowded, crowded with people, and surrounded by impenetrable wind. The fight between Guo Qingsheng and Disa was something that the stadium crowd had been waiting for for a long time, and many people had made big bets on both of them.

The two men stood opposite each other, looked at each other, and the referee gave an order, and the two began to try to attack. Disa punched first, Guo Qingsheng didn't dodge, he took a punch, he wanted to feel the power of Disa, fortunately, his head shook and he didn't feel dizzy.

At the same time, Guo Qingsheng threw out a side leg and kicked Disa's calf, this leg he used seventy percent of his strength, Disa felt like he had been cut by a knife, hot, his body shook, and he took a step back. Each game is only three minutes long, and both of them cherish it, and the next battle is no longer shy to answer.