The sweat spread on Richardson's forehead, not a sweat mark that seeped out of the pores and flowed on his face, but a very even layer of moist marks appeared on the skin, and when the light shone down, the light shining on the top of his forehead seemed to shine on the water curtain, and a white point of light was reflected in that layer of sweat.

Obviously, Richardson's sweat is not discharged because of excessive exercise and overheating in the body, it hurts, the pain in the lower abdomen makes him feel sore, but it is a very stimulating and unbearable feeling, this feeling in addition to making people sweat, sometimes it can also force people's tears down directly, most people want to resist this pain, most of them will pull their noses fiercely, grit their teeth and pose a hideous face, of course, Richardson is the same.

He stood up little by little, in the pain, soreness, almost collapsed in the environment of wanting to lie down, wanting to gasp for breath and never get up again, relying on this painful and extremely hideous face to support his body, relying on the words that reminded him again and again to support his spirit...... Slowly, he stood up.

"Gentlemen, he is on his feet!"

The host's words drew the attention of all the audience to Richardson, a black man, at that time, there was a very awkward guy standing on the marble floor under the nine pillars, he didn't seem to be holding something very straight, and his waist couldn't stand up and bend upright, but he just stood up, even if the standing posture could make the audience feel the convulsive pain for him.

“I’ll-rise-up……”

"Whew."

“I’ll-rise-up……”

Everyone watched Richardson muttering as he slowly walked towards the Byzantine warrior who was still in a spasm when he was bent over and standing in place, at that time, everyone had their own judgment, that is, although this black man did not have the ability to fight after being beaten like the Byzantine warrior, but he had a ruthlessness that could bite his back molars.

Richardson gasped for air with every move. The corners of his mouth trembled with every step he took, and he used this attitude to draw the attention of all the spectators in the entire underground boxing arena to himself, as if his eyes were only staring at his opponent without seeing all this.

This is the experience that the prison has taught him, and it has taught him that if he can endure the pain a little more than his opponent and stand up a second earlier, he can win......

It is possible not to be surrounded by men who are as strong as yourself......

It is possible not to look at the men who have not been able to move their bodies at all when they are being beaten. A little bit of the band unbuttoned the belt of his trousers fiercely. In their slightly proud, unsympathetic eyes, you'll feel like a yourself.

The humiliating scenes in the prison appeared in front of his eyes, like watching a flashback in a film and television drama, which only made him grit his teeth harder, twitching in the corners of his eyes, and slowly standing firm.

For the weak, they may struggle with their lives before death; But for the strong, they may give up in the face of death, and burst out with unprecedented potential in the face of humiliation.

The Byzantine warriors had not yet recovered from the bloated eyes and the soreness of their nasal passages. At this time, he was hunched over and stood there with his body tightened, not even noticing that there was a person standing in front of him.

Richardson got closer, and at such a close distance, the corners of his eyes began to beat nervously, and the sweat on his forehead forced out by the pain finally gathered into a cloud, slowly flowing down his cheeks, and at that moment, he raised his fist and pulled it back hard. The irritating pain in his lower abdomen never stopped during the pull, but it didn't stop him from making any of his movements. Beneath that dark skin lies an unusually strong fortitude.

“I！ WILL！！ RISE！！！ UP！！！！ ”

Roaring, the roar that rushed out from the bottom of his heart brought out an incalculable energy, Richardson's grown mouth and buckteeth made his whole face resemble a chimpanzee angry to the limit, at this time no one looked to see if the Byzantine warriors had sensed the danger, and the audience at the scene had long since lost the previous sneering thoughts, just stared wide-eyed. Just watching.

Touch!

A heavy punch landed horizontally in the face of the Byzantine warrior, and the German man shook his chin in the direction of the fist, the muscles on his face trembled under this movement, and his feet staggered to the side with twisted strength, as if he might fall if he could not grasp the balance at any step.

Call.

Richardson seized the moment to take a deep breath. The throbbing pain in his lower abdomen almost gave him the illusion that he was about to break his abdominal muscles, and the pain didn't go away......

"Fight back!"

The audience who woke up screamed as if they had been punched by this black man, and his shout woke everyone who was still in the same camp as him just now.

"Wake up!! You idiot! ”

"Get back that overwhelming advantage just now, don't let this guy press you down!"

Good wishes were heard in the cheers of the audience, and when the shouts reappeared, Doko glanced to the side, and he saw that the voices seemed to be as roaring and tsunami as they had been at first, and at least a few of them chose to shut up, just standing quietly.

Looking at Richardson in the ring again, his legs were already straightened in the respite, his waist was more like he had never bent, it was a guy who was completely integrated into the atmosphere, and he raised his fists again with the momentum of the World Championship on TV to snatch the belt, but this time, he chose to attack directly, while the Byzantine warriors had not yet recovered......

A muscular gorilla appeared in the ring, Richardson chose to return to the front of the Byzantine warrior after the Byzantine warrior was directly spun around half a circle by the punch just now, and he had every chance to attack the back of his head, yes, he didn't end the fight right away, it's not stupid, but he was just suppressed by this big German man too badly, now, he has to get it back at once!

In fact, the Byzantine Warriors still have a chance to turn the tables at this time, because Richardson does not have the concept of completing this game at a fast pace in his mind. Victory is to make the people watching this battle understand who should not be messed with on the battlefield through his own round of attacks.

Touch!

Richardson's straight punch pushed by pulling his fist opposite the Byzantine warrior directly hit the opponent's right eye socket, and at the moment when the opponent leaned back and stretched his hands forward to grasp the balance, the gorilla-like Richardson bullied up, and smashed it with a hook with his left hand!

The Byzantine warrior suddenly heard the explosion in his ears, and took two steps to stabilize his body. He actually chose to ...... while being beaten and feeling the danger like an ordinary person Defend!

This is the real reason for the defeat of the Byzantine warriors!

Richardson's purpose of bullying himself is definitely to perform a set of combination punches, anyone who has seen boxing knows that once a fighter is hit by the opponent's combination boxing, then no matter how you defend you will definitely suffer a storm of blows, unless someone loses the opportunity with a punch, or you see the right time to counterattack successfully, otherwise, it is impossible to end without fighting to exhaustion. Why did Richardson and the Byzantine warriors fight in close combat just now, desperately showing a fighting posture with injuries? That's because you can't afford to make a successful streak of strikes, and it's a testament to the gorilla's ability to keep his head up even when the situation is extremely unfavorable.

Empty!!!

The real killing machine appeared, and Richardson saw the Byzantine warriors with their hands and heads as if they had seen the most pleasant situation tonight, and even every muscle cell in his body was moving with joy, but the more critical the moment, the more careful he became. The moment his left fist slammed weakly into the muscle of his opponent's right arm, even the Byzantine warrior sensed that something was wrong, but he didn't have time to think that Richardson had seen the gap and picked up an uppercut from the gap between his hands!

It's a killer feature!

"Well done!"

Doko roared as if he was crazy, and there was a kind of joy in the eyes of many people around him, as if he had heard a very different but melodious singing at the Grammys, as if he had seen a very creative and potentially new genre at the Oscars.

Richardson's technical movements are not perfect, and his power is not as devastating as it is to kill. But he just has the control of the timing that other fighters don't have, and the ability to keep a clear head all the time. Historically, these two factors have had to be combined with perfect technical movements or perfect strength to play a decisive role. But, Richardson was able to carry them on their own.

Rumble!

The moment the hook hit the Byzantine warrior's jaw, he had already lost the opportunity to find balance with his staggering pace under the impact, and the punch was so hard that the hard punch hit the jaw causing the upper and lower teeth to collide numbly. Immediately afterward, the force rushes through the cortex directly into the brain. The Byzantine warrior felt that his brain system was like Moscow that had just been bombed by the Germans, and in addition to the devastation on the ground, he was also facing a total paralysis of the entire chain of command, that is. He lost control of his body.

The second wave of shouting and scolding at the scene was once again shattered by this set of combination punches, and every rich man was looking at the Byzantine warriors with straight eyes, and they watched the Byzantine warriors' original defensive posture change instantly, and their hands fell naturally like dislocated and then shook slightly, and their whole bodies fell straight backwards.

The scene paled in pale to the punters who had been shouting just a few seconds before, so pale that they couldn't find any other expression than to be stunned.

"The Byzantine warriors were knocked out!"

"He, can he still get up!!"

The host's voice could not arouse the blood of those rich people, they saw with their own eyes that the Byzantine warriors fell to the ground and did not have any superfluous movements at all, and the current Byzantine warriors must be in constant dizziness if they were not unconscious, and this state could only be narrowed by others.

Call...... Call...... Call......

Standing in the ring, gasping for air, his body rising and falling to the rhythm of his breath, Richardson stood staring at his fallen foe until three seconds later, when he was sure he wouldn't be able to get up anytime soon, before turning to face the loudest side of the shout.

"Who shouted for him to kill me just now?"

The low-pitched words were sent out like a sharp knife: "Why don't you shout now?" ”

"Shout ah!!"

The sudden elevation of the voice spread in the underground boxing arena, and Richardson didn't care about the eyes that were glaring in the audience, and continued: "Didn't you want him to kill me?" ”

"Now, do you want me to kill him??!!"

Richardson quickly turned, walked to the side of the Byzantine warrior in a few steps, and kicked the face with closed eyes, making a crisp sound like a golf club in wheel, and the Byzantine warrior's body moved a little distance on the floor.

He was so excited that he didn't even need the cheers of the people around him at all.

This is the kind of guy who only belongs to the men in the prison -- G-dot -- all they need most is your stunned gaze and dull expression, in Devil's Island, the cult of personality doesn't matter, he, just your fear.

In the office, Gu Cao stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and rolled his eyes up like an idiot, then picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Don't let that idiot make trouble for me, do you understand!" ”

On the field, after hearing the shouts in the headphones, the host rushed to the stage with the microphone, hugged Richardson and said in a low voice: "You stupid, if you don't want to be killed by the killers who follow you when you return to New York, don't cause trouble when those rich people are the most angry." Don't think that your life is worth a lot if you win a fight, and if it weren't for the fact that our boss didn't want someone to die after a fight with Siberian and affect our business, we'd love to see you die. ”

After saying this, the host stood in the ring and raised the microphone and said: "Gentlemen, this game is over, and I declare that the winner is, the black bucktooth recommended by Mr. Doko!" ”

What an unpleasant guy......

For the first time, the host was not surprised to see a fighter play an extremely exciting match without even a single round of applause: "Finally, on behalf of Riguro, I apologize to all the audience for his reckless behavior, and of course, I would like to advise everyone that Siberian will protect the personal safety of every fighter, and they can shout with personality in the ring, but if anyone wants to trouble him after the other party's clamour, Siberian will become your mortal enemy." Oh, and by the way, if you don't get angry, you can hire a fighter to come back to the ring and beat him to death, and then you can not only win a big prize, but also get angry. ”

"As we all know, a new fighter can't refuse a challenge from a fighter with the same record if he wins in the 'man's world', and this is your chance to get revenge."

After the victory, Doko no longer paid attention to the field, his eyes were fixed on Saas, who was communicating with the people around him in the corner, and he approached with hot eyes when the other party did not look at him at all. It was his first victory in the battle with Saas, and it made him believe that the words he shouted by Richardson had a very magical power, because he felt that Sass not looking at him was a dodge of his gaze, whether Sass didn't want to see him show off this victory or for some other reason, anyway, he won.

Richardson stepped down from the ring, and he was a little fluttering under the victory, not that he couldn't feel the hateful gaze of others, but this is the character of the people of the United States, just like the famous saying, if it can be hot once, who cares about other people's eyes? (To be continued.) )