The fist wind is like a knife, and it is as fierce as a torrential rain.

On the playing field, the crowd went completely crazy.

Yelling, grabbing hair, standing on a stool and yelling......

At this time, Simon, who was tall and tall, just staggered up from the ground, and before he could stand firmly, Du Xiaosheng had already rushed in front of him like a cheetah.

The two-meter-tall ripper wanted to grab Du Xiaosheng, but his arms had been scrapped, and his hands did not obey him at all.

Standing in front of him, Simon Marcus, who was two heads taller than him, saw Du Xiaosheng rushing towards him, his face turned grim, and his huge head was thrown towards Du Xiaosheng.

Du Xiaosheng didn't look at it, and smashed it straight with a punch.

Bang!!

With a terrifying loud noise, Simon, who was hit by Du Xiaosheng's punch a few steps on his hind legs, didn't have time to react at all, and Du Xiaosheng, who came to him at this time, had already launched a stormy attack.

The fist smashed down wildly, and the fat on Simon's body was extremely thick, and every punch that hit him caused relatively limited damage.

However, if one punch doesn't work, then ten punches.

"Oh my God, this punch is too fast to believe!"

Afterimage, an afterimage.

Du Xiaosheng's fists were illuminated by the light, and he couldn't even see how many punches he had made.

The phantoms woven by the remnants of countless fists hit Simon frantically on his fat belly.

A large amount of fat was even punched out by Du Xiaosheng's fist like a ripple flesh.

Retreat again and again.

With a body of 280 pounds, Du Xiaosheng was beaten like a sandbag and had no power to fight back.

"Unbelievable, Phantom! This fist is simply too fast. ”

In a matter of seconds, Simon had been beaten from the center of the ring to the edge of the ring.

The referee saw that Simon was beaten to the point that he couldn't get up, so he hurriedly stepped forward to stop Du Xiaosheng.

Du Xiaosheng shook his shoulders and neck, and was pulled up by the referee, and the bulging muscles of his body were like Super Saiyans.

The photographer frantically took pictures of Du Xiaosheng.

Many fans screamed with excitement.

"God, Du Xiaosheng's figure is too exaggerated."

"It's rare to see Du Xiaosheng take off his shirt, such a figure is simply amazing."

"I'm so envious, Du Xiaosheng is simply a male god who came out of the comics."

"Bruce Lee of Huaguo! Chinese exercises! ”

"Look at the man on the earth. God, the Ripper was beaten so badly. ”

Fist prints, lots of fist prints.

In front of the torn's chest, a series of clear four-finger fist prints were imprinted on the opponent's body like a soldering iron.

A large number of red and swollen areas have been connected, and Simon Marcus struggled several times to get up, and all fell to the ground.

The ribs, separated by a lot of fat, are still broken.

As soon as he stood up, a large amount of blood and teeth spat out of his mouth.

Just now when he spoke, he was punched in the mouth by Du Xiaosheng, and the front teeth in his mouth were all knocked out by Du Xiaosheng's punch.

Simon Marcus held on to the rope at the edge of the ring and tried several times in a row to get up, all of which failed.

"Du Xiaosheng's punching speed is too fast, just a dozen seconds, let's use a high-speed camera to see the number of punches he throws......"

"Now it's a slow double, Du Xiaosheng's punching speed is ......"

"Oh my God, even if I slow down, I can't see the speed of this punch."

"The camera kept slowing down, and in the blink of an eye, it was eight times slower."

"The incredible speed of punching, Du Xiaosheng's punching is very shocking in terms of strength and speed."

"9 punches in one second! God, the fastest boxer in the world can punch ten times a second, and Du Xiaosheng's punching speed is almost about to break the world record! ”

……

As the commentator's inspiring words sounded, the head coach of the Chinese Boxing Association sat in front of the TV at this time, covered his mouth, and said excitedly: "Du Xiaosheng's movements are obviously not very standard, but his fists are too powerful." ”

Next to him, a sponsor who has something to do with the national boxing team asked curiously: "Is Du Xiaosheng's fist very powerful?" I saw that he had to throw so many punches to knock the opponent down, and it seemed that his level was just that. ”

The coach covered his mouth, flushed with excitement, and said excitedly:

"No, it's not like that! Du Xiaosheng's fists are quite powerful, his fists are not just as simple as speed, in addition to speed, his fists have great power. I dare to say that the second Bruce Lee of our country is about to be born. ”

"Oh God! If Du Xiaosheng can participate in the official competition, he is likely to become a new generation of world-class boxing champions in Huaguo! ”

If all these fists hit Simon's head, the other party would probably be killed directly by Du Xiaosheng. But he didn't do that! There is only one answer, that is, Du Xiaosheng is teasing Simon, and he wants to make this ripper pay for his words and deeds......"

……

At this time, the underground black fist organized the black mist.

Seeing that Simon was beaten almost seriously and almost died, all the high-level members of the underground black fist organization turned pale.

No way.

Why is Du Xiaosheng so strong?

His weight is not the same weight class as Simon, how did he win such a fight?

"Boss, give up! Simon Marcus can't die, he's our cash cow......"

Yugas's face was gloomy, he slapped the table, and howled loudly with blood-red eyes: "Give up? That's more than 10 billion! ”

"No, we can't afford to lose this battle...... Let Simon use that thing! ”

The staff of the underground ring, at this time a person hidden in the shadows said something into the headset.

The person who received the order immediately nodded, secretly found the person in charge of the entire boxing match, and whispered: "Add some material to Simon, this boss will win." ”

Magnusson, the person in charge, nodded, slipped his hand into his pocket and pressed a small controller......

"The system warns that the opponent's adrenaline and ** ketones are rising rapidly......"

Du Xiaosheng originally stood opposite the ring and raised his fists to demonstrate, but when he heard the system prompt, Du Xiaosheng turned his head violently.

I saw that Simon Marcus, who had a blue nose and swollen face and a bloody face, suddenly had bruises on his neck, and his shoulders hanging on both sides suddenly hit the ring pillar, and the dislocated joints instantly reunited.

Standing in front of Du Xiaosheng, six or seven heat abnormalities suddenly appeared in the heat sensing parts of Simon's body.

"Bluestar, what's going on?"

"The other party is supposed to be in Simon Marcus's subcutaneous fat, with a hidden adrenaline box and multiple small hormone needles installed......"

The so-called subcutaneous hormone injection, although not common in the underground black boxing market, is by no means uncommon.

This doping is implanted into the fat of the fighters and used secretly in black boxing matches.

In underground black boxing matches, opponents are often killed, so it is difficult to be investigated for doping shots in the middle of the game, and the one who survives is the winner.

Before Du Xiaosheng's system intelligence could answer, Simon Marcus, who was originally dying, suddenly howled angrily and rushed towards Du Xiaosheng!

A large amount of stimulants made his body quickly rejuvenated, and under the double stimulation of hormones and adrenaline, Simon Marcus was like a fierce beast returning to the light, launching a desperate counterattack towards Du Xiaosheng.

Seeing this, Du Xiaosheng tried to retreat and dodge, but Simon Marcus's muscles had turned a strange red, and both eyes were about to burst out of his sockets.

Punch!

Du Xiaosheng tossed and turned, trying to dodge this fatal punch, but he didn't know whether the referee deliberately didn't quit the field, or if he didn't have time, the position behind Du Xiaosheng's dodge was the referee.

Although it was clearly blocking Du Xiaosheng's way, the referee was also shrewd, and when he saw Du Xiaosheng bumping into him, he first grabbed Du Xiaosheng's arms with his hands, and then quickly raised his hands.

The intention of this was obvious, he first blocked Du Xiaosheng's way, and then raised his hands to prove that he did not interfere with the game.

Insidious, very insidious.

However, if Du Xiaosheng was so well calculated, he would have died 10,000 times a long time ago.

Seeing that the referee intended to harm him, Du Xiaosheng limped, hooked his foot at the same time, shook his body, and suddenly brought the referee to his position 'inadvertently'.

"The Ripper's terrifying punch has arrived."

"I can even feel the other party's tearing fist wind through the big screen."

"God, what's going on, is the referee crazy?"

……

The narrator hasn't reacted yet.

I saw that the referee who was brought to him by Du Xiaosheng in a flash had already met Simon Marcus's iron fist.

Whew!!

With a strong wind, the referee who was hit instantly flew over, and was actually knocked out of the ring directly from the edge of the ring!

"Oh my God, what a horrible punch ......"

"Hell, the referee was beaten in the face by Simon in just one round......"

Everyone's eyes couldn't help but focus on the referee.

I saw the referee struggling to get up from the ground, and asked the staff around him worriedly: "Is my face crooked?" ”

The staff nodded in horror when they saw his collapsed facial bones.

"God, different parts of the human body bones can withstand an impact between 200 kilograms and 500 kilograms, and Simon Marcus's punch just now has surpassed the punch power of many of the world's top fighters!"

"Such a heavy punch definitely has the strength to knock out one punch, and if Du Xiaosheng is hit by a furious ripper, then his consequences are unimaginable. In such a situation, Du Xiaosheng had no choice but to dodge......" the narrator shouted in surprise.

At the same time as he responded excitedly, Du Xiaosheng suddenly did not dodge or dodge, his back foot against the ring pillar, leaned forward, and swung it with Simon Marcus's fist as well!

"Du Xiaosheng didn't choose to dodge! Facing the other party's heavy punch bombardment. He chose to go head-to-head! ”

My God, hell, God...... The narrator was in a stupid state at this point, he had forgotten all the language that could be organized, and could only utter a limited number of words to lament how shocking and exciting the war of the century was......