The hair on the back of the white boxer stood up, and even the audience didn't see the clue to this move, let alone him.

It should be a very close distance, but the force that suddenly erupts is suffocating.

His leaning forward body quickly retracted, his arms firmly covering his face.

At the same time, the tip of Sang Chaiming's elbow fell.

With a thud, the white fighter took more than five or six steps back.

And this time, it seems to have kicked off a counterattack.

Sang Chai Ming took a wrong step, and the distance of more than two meters came in an instant.

Halfway through, he jumped out with the help of his strength, and his knee struck him incredibly, reaching his face.

The white boxer was unsteady on his feet again, and his arms trembled and fell to the ground.

Sang Chai Ming was unyielding.

He took two steps in a row, and knelt down on one knee amid the exclamations of the people.

The drop point is the neck of the white boxer's defense gap.

The white fighter moved his head almost instinctively, and Sang Chai Ming's knee rubbed the skin of his neck and landed in the ring.

Bang!

The earthquake is usually good, and you can imagine what would have happened if it had landed on the neck.

The white boxers who were in the state of the aftermath of the catastrophe were all discouraged, and they wanted to get up and admit defeat in embarrassment.

Sang Chai Ming didn't intend to give him a chance, the whole person took advantage of the situation and covered the white boxer who was half up, his arms were like iron locks, and when he twisted reflexively, there was a strange sound of ho ho in the throat of the white boxer.

The right fist slammed into the ring, admitting defeat.

Sang Chai Ming's eyes flashed cruelly, and his knee struck again.

As soon as he heard the numbing click, the white boxer was like a puddle of mud, until Sang Chai Ming let go of his hands and stood in the middle of the ring, and the screams resounded throughout the underground boxing ring, like a night ghost crying.

The audience was unusually excited when they heard this.

Qi Tai'an and the others were screaming and cheering.

Zhao Huadong kicked the ring angrily, his eyes gloomy.

This boxer was invited by him for a lot of money, but he didn't expect that after just one fight, he was directly abolished.

Qi Sanpao laughed: "Boss Zhao, admit it!" ”

Zhao Huadong didn't smile: "It's still Qi Ye who is powerful, and I, Zhao Huadong, am convinced!" ”

Qi Sanpao's eyes glanced in the direction of Jin Sha and Zhou Qing, as if to say, it's your turn.

Today's main target is Zhou Qing, as for the white boxer brought by Zhao Huadong, it's just an appetizer.

Zhou Qing looked at Sang Chai Ming expressionlessly.

The series of counterattacks made by this person just now swiftly make him come back to his senses now.

Not shocked by Sang Chai Ming's overly skilled martial arts, but recalling the scene when he defeated the white boxer.

He obviously has the ability to make the other party admit defeat, but he used the most cruel means.

The lumbar vertebrae, the white boxer's lumbar vertebra is broken, and in this life, I don't know if I can stand up.

A security guard walked up to Zhou Qing and took him to the changing room. He also knew that this person was the guy that Qi Ye wanted to get rid of, and said proudly: "Please!" ”

Zhou Qing left with him indifferently, and behind him, Qi Sanpao took out two contracts and placed them in front of Jin Sha.

It's not a contract of life and death, but it's not much different.

The purpose of signing this kind of thing is to prevent it from being a human being and dealing with some people.

If there is a contract, both parties sign and press their fingerprints, and the murder can be avoided.

In this case, no matter how big a thing happens, it is just an accident.

The signatories were not Jin Sha and Qi Sanpao, but Zhou Qing and Sang Chai Ming.

After Zhou Qing changed his clothes, he only glanced at it, and the name was signed on the pen, and the blood-red handprint was pressed on the name.

Sang Chai Ming had a fight just now, and he couldn't see any signs of tiredness at all, and he was doing simple basic actions such as pressing his legs and wrapping his neck on the stage.

"This kid is a fighter?"

When someone saw Zhou Qing change his clothes, he couldn't help but let out a surprised sound. Many people knew that Jin Sha was bringing someone to fight Qi Sancang today, and what they originally thought of was Ding Keming, but they couldn't have imagined that it was the young person next to her who didn't have any boxer temperament.

In appearance, Zhou Qing is not particularly white, but standing in front of Sang Chaiming, his skin is still eye-catching.

What's more, his temperament is feminine, and when he stands with Sang Chaiming, who is brave and incomparable at first glance, he is as fragile as a sheep facing a tiger.

The audience who had seen Sang Chai Ming's methods just now was no longer interested in even watching it.

There's no need to fight at all.

Qi Tai'an was not far from the audience, and whistled sharply: "Little white face, don't be scared later!" ”

The laughter continued to sound, Zhou Qing shook his legs, his eyes lowered, and occasionally looked sideways at the clock in front of the ring.

There is no referee, and the hour hand points to one point, which is when the game begins.

Qi Sanpao sat next to Jin Sha, crossed his legs, and smoked.

The smoke scattered on Jin Sha's jade-like face, slightly mocking: "Mr. Jin, I really doubt that you have taken a fancy to me and deliberately sent the food!" ”

Jin Sha casually chased away the smoke in front of him with his hand: "Master Qi, the results haven't come out yet!" ”

Qi Sanpao sneered: "Mr. Jin really doesn't seem to be alive in the heart of the Yellow River!" ”

Jinsha no longer responded.

Qi Sanpao's eyes kept scanning over Jin Sha's beautiful side face, and he was greedy.

This stinky bitch is not a noble goddess in his eyes, but she always pretends to be in front of him.

Sooner or later, one day, he will make her kneel in front of him like a slave.

The second hand is slowly moving, the last turn.

Everyone's eyes fell completely on the stage.

Click!

The second hand was pointing in the direction of twelve o'clock, and Sang Chai Ming strode towards Zhou Qing.

With some contempt, there is a rampage posture.

Zhou Qing only retreated, but there was a rhythm under his feet.

The most basic sliding moves in boxing.

Many people say that actual combat and performance have nothing to do with each other, and this is generally the case.

The only thing that matters is that you can actually fight in the state of performance.

Relaxed, but not flinching.

Zhou Qing is in this state now, he is not an opponent who is a black market boxing champion who wants people's lives, he is only fighting against Wei Zixiu, Tian Dewen and others, ordinary battles.

Therefore, in the face of Sang Chaiming's extraordinarily sharp knee and elbow, he easily flashed with only two rounds.

Strength, he is inferior to the other party. Physical fitness, he is inferior to the other party. The fierceness between the moves, he is not as good as the other party. The only thing you can rely on is the experience of learning sanda for many years, and the flexibility of your body.

Sang Chai Ming lost a few moves, no longer impatient, and slowly approached.

There is a lot of time, as long as you want to fight, you can fight until tomorrow morning.

Zhou Qing still retreated, and went around in circles with Sang Chai Ming in the narrow ring. Occasionally, the cold man will fight back twice, which is not a threat to Sang Chai Ming.

It wasn't a long-term solution, but he had no choice but to do so.

Sang Chai Ming saw Zhou Qing's intentions, grinned, and showed his white teeth.

There is a saying in country Z that catches turtles in urns.

The ring is so big, where can he retreat?

The audience is coaxing, and they don't like to watch this kind of competition, urging Sang Chaiming.

Sang Chai Ming's movements sped up a little, took three steps in a row, and hugged Zhou Qing directly with his arms.

Black market boxing, not only simple fighting, wrestling, and various techniques are what Sang Chai Ming is good at.

Zhou Qing couldn't avoid it, and fell to the ground on his back.

It felt like his feet had slipped suddenly, but when he landed, he had a firm grip on the rope with both hands.

It flashed Sang Chaiming's pounce very accurately, and his legs were instantly staggered, and he kicked on Sang Chaiming's legs.

Sang Chai Ming leaned forward, which would feel like his feet were empty, and the whole person fell directly to the ring.

Zhou Qing used the strength of the rope to turn around a few times in a row, and kicked Sang Chai Ming in the face.

Sang Chai Ming is Sang Chai Ming after all, and at this juncture, he also has a very fast reaction to protect his face with his hands, and he bounces up and distances himself.