"Iron Fist!

"Iron Fist! What the hell are you doing!"

"Iron Fist! Are you playing dead!

......

Seeing that the iron fist was completely suppressed by Luo Feng, the fighting spirit in the stands couldn't sit still, and began to curse at the iron fist.

Under the stimulation of the audience, Iron Fist riveted his strength, wanting to get rid of Luo Feng's lock technique, but no matter how hard he tried, his strength was never used, but his physical strength was constantly being consumed.

And Luo Feng, his whole body was holding back a lot of energy, and he didn't dare to relax for a second, and even the timing of his breathing was very nervous.

"Soul hunter, lock it up!"

"Soul hunter! Resist him! Don't let go!"

At this time, the cripple and Ashin outside the iron fence were even more nervous than Luo Feng, and they kept roaring, stimulating Luo Feng's attention.

"Iron Fist, it's too careless, I completely underestimated the strength of the Spirit Hunter. ”

"It's not all Iron Fist, who would have thought that there was a master behind the Spirit Hunter who was teaching him. ”

"I'm really curious now, which fighting spirit actually dares to risk the world's condemnation and be a coach for the spirit hunter. ”

"Look down at your eyes, I guess those two fighting spirits should be the trainers of the spirit hunters. ”

"It turned out to be them, I only watched the spirit hunter before, if you don't say it, I really didn't notice their existence... Eh, why do I feel that those two fighting spirits are so familiar?"

"Me too, the last time I saw them, I had a familiar feeling, I thought they were staff in the boxing ring, so I didn't pay attention to it. ”

"And do you remember who they are now?"

"Still nothing. ”

Bite!

Just as Fei and Gillian were discussing Cripple and Ashin, the bell rang for the end of the first round.

"Stop! The round is over!Please go back to the sidelines to rest!" The referee on the side interjected and separated Luo Feng and Iron Fist, who were entangled together.

"Bastard!"

As soon as Luo Feng let go, an angry iron fist kicked Luo Feng in the chest, directly sending the defenseless Luo Feng flying.

"Well kicked!"

"Iron Fist! Don't stop!

"Iron Fist! Kill him!"

......

Iron Fist sneaked up on Luo Feng after the bell rang, and instead of being despised by the audience, it won the cheers of the audience.

"Iron fist, what a fire this is holding. ”

"He's been locked up by the Spirit Hunter for so long, and it's normal to have anger in his heart. ”

"No matter how angry you are, you can't foul him, and he will definitely have to pay a big fine for his irrational behavior after the game. ”

The commentators Ah Fei and Gillian, although they did not approve of Iron Fist's foul move, did not blame Iron Fist for this.

"Referee!

"Referee! Are you so blind! He's fouled!"

Seeing that the iron fist was still beating Luo Feng, who fell to the ground, the cripple and Ashin, through the iron fence, roared at the referee on the field.

Under the angry rebuke of the cripple and Ashin, the referee may not be able to give up, and finally walked up to stop the iron fist and dragged him to the sideline.

"I'll give you a lung..."

Luo Feng, who was lying on the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and there was faint anger burning in his eyes looking at the iron fist.

After Luo Feng and Iron Fist returned to the sidelines, the fence gate opened, and the coaches of both sides immediately entered the arena.

"Don't let him get close next round! Don't let him lock you up again! Don't worry! His strength is obviously not as strong as yours, and his fists are not as hard as yours! Adjust your mentality, you can win!" Taking advantage of the short break, the coach of Iron Fist stepped up to tell him how to fight in the next round.

"How are you, sir?" Ashin asked as he helped Luo Feng relax his muscles.

"Don't fight with him in the next round, find an opportunity to get close, stick to him, lock him when you find the opportunity, and consume his physical strength, you are a spirit hunter, you have an innate advantage in physical strength, and he will definitely not be able to consume you. The cripple helped Luo Feng wipe the blood from the corners of his eyes and told about the tactical arrangements for the next round.

Bite!

In the midst of a tense fight, the two-minute break was too short, and before the chairs were warmed up, the boxers were back on the ring.

"Sir, find a chance to get close, lock him up!"

"Iron Fist! Don't let him get close!

The coaches on both sides, after walking off the ring, were still loudly telling their fighters.

"Okay, the second round has begun, I don't know if the spirit hunter can survive this round!"

"Whether the Spirit Hunter can survive this round depends on whether Iron Fist gives him a chance, if Iron Fist is careless and lets the Spirit Hunter lock him again, then go directly to the next round. ”

Although Luo Feng's lock skills were more dominant in the first round, the commentator was obviously still more optimistic about Iron Fist, after all, the strength was there.

After the start of the game, Iron Fist was obviously not as reckless as before, his flexible footsteps, left and right, forward and backward, as for his heavy punches, mainly to test feints, not seventy percent sure, never easy to attack.

And Luo Feng, he is waiting for an opportunity, waiting for a flaw, although he will get two heavy punches if he understands it or not, but it doesn't matter, he can bear it, besides, he is here to fight when he participates in the competition.

As time passed, Iron Fist found that Luo Feng's duel method was to shrink his head as a turtle, no matter how you beat or provoke, he just kept his head under his arm and was unmoved.

At the same time, Luo Feng is like a poisonous snake, if he is slightly distracted, he will pounce on you, and then bite you seven inches, making you unable to move.

"Damn, are you doing Tai Chi!"

"What the hell are you rubbing on!"

"Iron Fist, do you want to put off the fight until next year?"

......

The audience also knows that Iron Fist is jealous of Luo Feng's lock skills, but they don't care, as long as you don't play well enough and don't meet their wishes, they will scold you.

"Iron Fist, the spirit hunter can afford it, you can't afford it, there is a limit to the audience's praise of you, if you fight like this, who will support you in the future." ”

"Iron Fist is really in a dilemma right now, if he attacks with all his might, the probability of a flaw being exposed will be greatly increased, and at that time, he is likely to be locked by the Spirit Hunter again. However, if you continue to try the feint attack like this, it will seriously affect the enjoyment of the game, the spirit hunter doesn't care, anyway, there are no fans to support him, it's just a single, but your iron fist is different, like you continue to fight, even if you win this battle, I'm afraid there won't be many fighting spirits to support you. ”

Ah Fei and Gillian on the commentary stage are changing direction to remind Iron Fist that the boxers in the crit city need fans to support you, once there are no fans to support you, there will be no fighting spirit to watch you play.

Once there is no fighting spirit to watch you fight, tickets will not be sold, and you will bring less revenue to the boxing ring.

Once you can't bring money to the boxing ring, you have fewer opportunities to play, and if you don't fight, you don't have a prize money, and you have to starve to death.