For the reminder of summer, Luo Feng had no choice but to watch the cold-blooded attack.

The cold-blooded dragged his heavy steps, and it took a long time to walk in front of Luo Feng.

Cold-blooded looked at the panting Luo Feng, straightened his tired and aching body, and then hit Luo Feng's face with a right hook.

Luo Feng's face was already swollen and unconscious, so he didn't feel much pain, he just felt that his head was getting more and more dizzy.

One blow failed, and cold-blooded left hooks followed, left hooks, right hooks, punch after punch... Hit Luo Feng's head left and right...

"Cold-blooded!

"Soul Hunter!

"Cold-blooded! You'll always be the strongest!"

"Spirit hunter, why are you fighting back for Lao Tzu!"

......

Seeing that the battle is about to come to an end, the cold-blooded gamblers have begun to celebrate, and those gamblers who bet on Luo Feng have not completely given up, as long as Luo Feng does not fall, they still have hope.

"Luo Feng, you fight back for me!"

Seeing that Luo Feng was about to lose, seeing that the 'New Year's goods' were about to be lost, and that the summer had completely released herself, she kept banging on the iron fence and shouting at Luo Feng.

In the boxing ring, after a few rounds of heavy punches, the cold-blooded riveting strength, and the remaining strength in the body instantly condensed on the right fist.

"Soul hunter, give me death!"

I only heard a cold-blooded roar, and the right hook that condensed all his strength hit Luo Feng's cheek.

Luo Feng's eyes, which had long been blurred by blood, looked at the final blow of the oncoming bombardment, and suddenly had a lot of thoughts...

"Did you lose..."

"I promised the cripple to win the championship..."

"And... Mu Mu's piano... Tuition fees for the next semester... Cost of living..."

"No! I haven't lost yet!"

Luo Feng's mind suddenly thought of something, and in the next second, his tired eyes were instantly clear and bright, and he saw his head turn slightly, and his forehead hit the oncoming right hook.

In the eyes of many fighting spirits, Luo Feng's action was very dangerous, extremely dangerous, like suicide. Therefore, some timid fighting spirits couldn't help but cover their eyes.

On the other side, Summer's slender jade hand had already touched the Sand Eagle pistol on his waist, but Luo Feng's suicidal action came too suddenly, and before Summer took out the Sand Eagle pistol, Luo Feng's forehead collided heavily with the cold-blooded right hook.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound, and the boxing arena instantly fell silent.

Under the gaze of all eyes, Luo Feng, whose face was covered with blood and sweat, had a straight body, slowly leaned back and fell to the ground in response.

"One!"

"Two!"

"Three!"

......

The referee squatted in Luo Feng's ear, slapped his palm on the ground, and counted the countdown of the game loudly.

"Soul hunter, get up!"

"Spirit hunter, why don't you get up for Lao Tzu!"

"Luo Feng, get up, get up!"

......

At this moment, the entire boxing arena is calling for Luo Feng.

"Seven!"

"Eight!"

"Nine!"

......

Just when the referee was about to announce the end of the game, Luo Feng's right fist suddenly raised, obviously, he was signaling to the referee and the audience that he hadn't lost yet.

"Spirit Hunter!"

"Spirit Hunter!"

"Spirit Hunter!"

......

In the cheers of the audience, Luo Feng dragged his heavy body through willpower, and stood up stiffly.

Before, the reason why Luo Feng used his forehead to hit the cold-blooded heavy punch was entirely because of a sentence that suddenly appeared in his mind.

When he first learned boxing, the lame man told him that the forehead skull is the hardest of the bones in the whole body, and he must not attack the opponent's forehead skull unless he has to.

I can't attack the opponent's forehead skull, but I can use the forehead skull to attack the opponent, so Luo Feng will take the risk of hitting the cold-blooded punch with his forehead.

I have to say that Luo Feng's trick was born after putting him to death, and it had a miraculous effect. Because of the cold blood on the other side, the bone of his right hand has been completely cracked.

At this moment, the cold-blooded eyes full of consternation were staring at Luo Feng stupidly, and at the same time, his left hand was holding his right hand so tightly that the stinging pain of the bone crack made him sweat like rain.

After so many years of boxing, I felt the stinging pain coming from my right hand, and cold-blooded knew that his right hand was completely useless.

Although his right hand was abolished, cold-blooded did not intend to give up because he really couldn't afford to lose.

With the cheering of the audience, Luo Feng approached cold-blooded step by step.

And cold-blooded, holding his right hand tightly, stepped back step by step, and quickly thought of ways to deal with the enemy in his mind.

Just when Cold-Blooded was thinking about how to defeat Luo Feng, Luo Feng suddenly accelerated, and then changed direction, going around behind Cold-Blooded.

In the blink of an eye, Luo Feng had already hugged the cold-blooded waist, and in the next second, Luo Feng roared, and his whole body suddenly exerted force, directly hugged the cold-blooded, raised it above his head, leaned back, and threw the cold-blooded to the ground with a "head pile".

Bang!

With a muffled thud, the cold-blooded head slammed into the ground, and then fell into a coma.

"One!"

"Two!"

"Three!"

......

At this moment, the audience was silent, and only the referee's countdown could be heard. Because those who support cold-blooded audiences know that no one can wake up after withstanding the upside.

"Eight!"

"Nine!"

"Ten!"

After reading the seconds, the referee signaled for a cold-blooded transfusion, and then raised Luo Feng's left arm high.

"Yay! The Spirit Hunter won!"

The first to react was the commentator Gillian.

"Congratulations to the Soul Hunter for becoming the new boxing champion. ”

Ah Fei's voice was a little lost and a little bitter, he originally pressed Luo Feng to win...

"Haha!

Seeing Luo Feng win, Summer cheered and jumped, she seemed to have never been so happy.

In fact, a mere 20,000 soul coins is nothing for summer, but she is very happy now, because the upcoming limited edition bag, you can buy one for each color.

In a luxury box...

"Shan'er..."

Seeing Luo Feng win, Lu Bo's face was a little ugly.

Lu Shan didn't seem to hear Lu Bo's shout, his face was gloomy, he was staring at the cripple coldly, and the wine glass in his hand had already been crushed by him.

The lame man on the sidelines seemed to feel that a look was watching him, so he looked up at the box in the distance.

When the lame man and Lu Shan looked at each other, the lame man smiled indifferently, took out the black medicine bottle in his pocket, and then drank the poison in the medicine bottle under Lu Shan's gaze.

The eyes of the audience were focused on Luo Feng, including Summer, so no one noticed the cripple's abnormal behavior.

"Spirit Hunter!"

"Spirit Hunter!"

"Spirit Hunter!"

......

In the cheers of the audience, Luo Feng raised his arms high, enjoying the joy of winning the championship.

At this moment, he seemed to think of something suddenly, and immediately ran to the sidelines and pulled the cripple into the center of the field.