Under Luo Feng's tight lock, the butcher's face was swollen and red, and his breathing was weak.

Luo Feng's state was also extremely poor, and he felt that his body was about to be squeezed by the butcher.

"Soul Hunter... It's too late for you to let go... I'm not going to kill you..."

"I'll take your lungs... If you throw in the towel... I'll just let go..."

"Soul Hunter... Why do you bother... You can't win against me... In this way... You're going to die..."

"Even if you die... I'm going to pull you on your back..."

"Soul Hunter... Don't do this... You throw in the towel... I'll give you a hundred soul coins..."

"You throw in the towel... I'll give you two hundred soul coins..."

"Three hundred..."

"Four hundred..."

"You're a barbar... I'll give you a thousand..."

"A thousand?"

"Yes... As long as you throw in the towel... I'll give you 1,000 soul coins..."

"Let me think about it..."

"Why don't you hurry... I can't hold it anymore..."

"I'll take your lungs... You can't hold on... I'm thinking about a fart... Wait for death, you..."

"You bastard... You have to die with me..."

"To the end of the same is to the end of the same... Who's afraid of whom..."

"Come on, then!"

"Come on!"

"Holy!"

"I'm top!"

......

In the noisy boxing arena, no one knew that there was a negotiation between Luo Feng and the butcher. Although the ending fell apart, at least they communicated.

The butcher wanted to win, not for the bonus, because he knew what the result would be after losing to Luo Feng, and those fighting spirits who had placed heavy bets on him would definitely not let him go.

As for Luo Feng, he promised that he would win the boxing championship if he was lame, so he couldn't lose, and only by winning ten consecutive victories could he challenge the boxing championship.

With the cheers of the audience, the time passed like this...

I don't know how long it took, and I don't know when it started, Luo Feng and the butcher seemed to have relaxed, they just hugged it quietly, motionless...

"Well, why don't they seem to be moving? Are they all dead?"

"No, they're all still breathing, probably fainting. ”

"Is the game over?"

"It's up to the referee. ”

Reminded by the commentator, the referee finally walked up.

At this moment, the whole audience was silent, and all the fighting spirits were waiting for the result.

With the assistance of the guards, the referee turned the butcher's bulky body over and freed Luo Feng.

"Wheeze..."

Luo Feng's lungs seemed to be liberated in an instant, and he woke up from his coma with a big gasp.

After regaining consciousness, Luo Feng gasped for breath and breathed greedily for air, he had never been so eager for air.

As for the butcher on the side, he was still in a coma.

The result of the game was obvious, it was Luo Feng who won.

"I didn't expect the Spirit Hunter to be able to defeat the Butcher. ”

"I thought about it, but I couldn't believe it. ”

"Congratulations to the Spirit Hunter on his 10-game winning streak. ”

"It also means that he will be eligible to challenge for the boxing title. ”

"So do you think he's going to challenge for a boxing title?"

"I think it will, it's all come to this, there's no reason why he shouldn't challenge. ”

After Luo Feng's victory over the butcher, the commentator was already discussing whether Luo Feng would challenge the boxing champion.

"Butcher, you wait for Lao Tzu!"

"Waste! Even the Spirit Hunter can't beat it!"

"Butcher! You caused Lao Tzu to lose a lot of money! Don't let Lao Tzu see you in Crit City!"

"Butcher, be careful!"

......

The butcher's defeat made the spectators in the stands very unhappy, and the sound of angry scolding, threats, and ridicule filled the entire boxing arena.

"Yay, won, won!"

The cheers of the cripple and Ashin seemed a little out of place in the atmosphere at the moment.

In the end, with the support of the cripple and Ashin, Luo Feng walked out of the boxing ring, and the match came to an end.

......

More than a month later, Crit City, Jinba Boxing Gym.

After a period of high-intensity training, Luo Feng was sitting on the side to rest, when the lame man came over.

"My lord, three days later will be the day you challenge the boxing championship, this time is mainly for cultivation, you don't need to work so hard. ”

As the game approached, Luo Feng's training intensity was getting higher and higher, and the cripple was really worried that Luo Feng would be injured due to high-intensity training.

"It's okay, I know in my heart, it's nothing at this intensity. By the way, is that cold-blooded one really as powerful as rumored?"

Cold-blooded, he is the boxing champion of Crit City, and in recent years, no fighter has been able to threaten his position, which is enough to prove how terrifying his strength is.

"Cold-blooded is really powerful, and this leg of mine was broken by him. ”

Speaking of cold-bloodedness, the lame man's eyes couldn't help but flash a solemnity, as if he remembered the championship challenge three years ago.

"Your leg was broken by him?!"

The lame's broken leg was actually due to cold-bloodedness, which obviously surprised Luo Feng a little.

Although Luo Feng had never seen the strength of the cripple, through this period of training, Luo Feng was convinced that the cripple must have been a very powerful boxer before he was injured.

A boxer as powerful as a cripple was actually broken by a cold-blooded leg, how terrifying the cold-blooded strength was, Luo Feng couldn't imagine it.

"My lord, you don't have to worry too much, cold-blooded is indeed very powerful, however, I have confidence in you, your physical strength is not worse than his, and your agility is on par with him, as for the lock technique, I have already taught it to you, as long as you focus on the game, you will definitely not suffer in terms of lock technique. ”

The cripple really cultivated Luo Feng like a successor, whether it was boxing experience or boxing skills, he taught Luo Feng without reservation.

He believed that Luo Feng would definitely be able to help him make up for his regrets three years ago.

"Coach, then who do you think will have a better chance of winning between me and Cold-Blooded?"

Since the lame man and the cold-blooded man have fought each other, and Luo Feng is the apprentice trained by the lame man himself, the lame man should know best who is more powerful Luo Feng or the cold-blooded.

"It's hard to say, let's open five or five, the key depends on the on-the-spot performance. ”

I have to say, the cripple is really real.

Because the other coaches, before the battle, will Amway their students: You can do it! You will definitely win! You are the strongest!

"Coach, do you have any nirvana skills that you haven't taught me, hurry up, otherwise you won't have a chance. ”

There is a saying in the human world: the apprentice of the church starves to death the master.

Therefore, Luo Feng instinctively felt that the cripple should have more or less left a nirvana.

"My lord, I have already taught you everything I will, and there is really no nirvana. If adults insist that I teach something more, then all I can say is that you are not hard enough on yourself. ”

"What do you mean?"

"When you're on the field, I always feel that you have some concerns that cause you to play too conservatively, and if you can be harder on yourself, you don't have to play so hard in many games. The real strong are all forced out, you are a spirit hunter, put to death and come back to life, you should know this truth better than me. ”