244. Entered the semifinals

At noon, in the lounge behind the Tinia Gymnasium, Dongfang Sheng was fully armed and fully dressed, and was sitting on the sofa at this time, waiting for the instructions from the front. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Alice was behind him, massaging the neck muscles, and Zhang Da and Joey pinched his arms with both hands and rubbed them vigorously. The warm-up exercise was completed, and at this time he had a fine layer of sweat on his body, which was slippery to the touch. He had only been sitting for less than a minute, and his name was already ringing outside.

Standing up, Zhang Da and the others also hurriedly stood up, took their own things, and then followed Dongfang Sheng to the passage.

The venue for the competition is still in the tennis hall, and the difference is that there are more spectators. It's just that these spectators are a little special, a group of five or six people, all gathered not far from the ring, holding their arms and pointing at the fists in the ring, and muttering in their mouths. They are not spectators, they are just there to spy on the military, or just the team of fighters who are competing.

On the left side of the ring, a bald black man said to the elderly black man next to him: "Coach Mondo, do you think the Chinese will win?" ”

"Are you talking about playing this now?"

"Hmm."

"Oh, that's not for sure." Mondo carefully observed Dongfang Sheng, and then said, "Judging from the past record and the current state and physical fitness, the Chinese are not worse than their opponents. However, as we all know, the physical fitness of the Chinese people is seriously insufficient, and the persistence is not strong in the second half. If his opponent adopts reasonable tactics and consumes too much physical strength of the Huaxia people in front, I think the Huaxia people will lose. ”

"No, no, I don't think so." The bald black man shook his head and said, "I've seen the previous video of the Huaxia man, he not only has strong punches, but also good footwork defense." Domon isn't strong, he doesn't have enough power and can easily be knocked out in close quarters. ”

Don't underestimate Domon, in the previous fights, he still met a lot of power fighters, but unfortunately they were all worn to death by him. I can venture to guess that if Domon can drag the fight out to six rounds, he'll win, and by knockout. ”

"Are you so unoptimistic about the Chinese people?"

"Of course, this is the experience of history."

The bald head shook his head, he had a gut feeling that the Chinese people who were walking in the ring would win. As a boxer, he is different from a coach, he looks at whether the opponent is strong or not, often by his own feelings, and more by the boxer's state, confidence, etc.

At the same time, there were several other people around the ring discussing the outcome of the match.

There is no doubt that everyone is more optimistic about Dongfangsheng's opponents. Although his opponent did not have a good historical record this time, and it was difficult to win the previous matches, the long-standing prejudice against the Chinese made them stubbornly believe that the Chinese could not win in the ring.

Dongfang Sheng's opponent in this match is named Domon, from Florida, 180 cm tall, 160 pounds, 4-0 professional record, no knockout. Reaching the round of 16 alone has already fought three times, which means that Domon has only one professional fight before that.

Stepping into the ring, Wang Xueming began to wipe Vaseline for Dongfang Sheng, next to Zhang Da wiped his sweat with a towel, and Joey also handed over something or something.

"The opponent's strength is insufficient, but the technique is very good, the footwork is very fast, and you have to keep a safe distance after a while, or rush into it to fight." Wang Xueming made a final admonition.

Dongfang Sheng nodded, opened his mouth to swallow the braces, and his fists collided hungrily.

The referee beckoned the two to pass, then grabbed their hands and began to explain the rules of the game.

Domon was a black man, with a strange head shape, shaved on both sides, and a ridge in the middle that stood like a cockscomb.

Seeing Dongfang Sheng look over, Domon grinned, revealing his blue braces, then raised his fist and gave himself a few punches to the head.

"This stupid, why are you telling me to punch him in the head?" Dongfang Sheng shook his head, a little confused whether the other party was provocative or amused.

The two looked at each other, their eyes becoming more and more fierce, and they both had sneers on their faces.

The referee separated, split his hands, shouted boxing, and the game began.

With a bang, Domon began to twist his upper body, his left fist turned in a circle, and with small steps, his right fist struck forward from time to time, but it was all a false move, only to see his upper body jerk forward, and then quickly retract.

Dongfang Sheng also used a circular step, with his fists on his chin, slightly arched his back, and his feet jumped, constantly staggering left and right.

Suddenly, Domon's right shoulder lifted, his feet slipped, and he was already in front of Dongfang Sheng, and then a straight punch slammed into Dongfang Sheng.

Dongfang Sheng didn't retreat, but just hit him with his left arm and hit him hard, so he took a step back.

Sure enough, the strength of the opponent's straight punch is still within the range of what he can bear, which is simple.

Next, Dongfang Sheng began to look for opportunities to attack, his footwork kept changing, he kept a safe distance, and several times he wanted to break through, but Domon quickly dodged it.

Frowning, Dongfang Sheng secretly bit his back molars and pressed directly towards the other party. Domon still wanted to dodge, but soon found that Dongfang Sheng's footwork was too fast, and he was forced directly into the corner.

In the corner, Domon was still calm, his neck shrunk, his head lowered, his body arched forward, his lower abdomen tucked, and his standard defensive posture.

Jab, jab.

Two quick jabs rang out, but Domon only shook his head slightly to get out of the way.

The opponent is fast and defends well.

Coming to this conclusion, Dongfang Sheng didn't think much about it, guarded his chin with his left hand, and slammed an uppercut to the abdomen with his right hand.

Syllable!

This hit the opponent's arm hard, but Dongfang Sheng didn't stop, to deal with this kind of person who lacks strength, is very fast, and has good defense skills, he should bomb with random punches.

Next, Dongfang Sheng put his head forward, his hands were in front of his chest, and he didn't stretch out, and constantly used hooks to hit the abdomen and ribs.

Bang Bang Bang ......

There was a dense explosion as Domon leaned his back against the rope, always guarding his head, occasionally twisting to dodge close-range hooks.

Suddenly, Dongfang Sheng's movements stopped, as if he couldn't catch up with his strength for too long, and there was a tendency to retreat.

"Good opportunity." Domon cheered, and a flat hook blasted towards Dongfang Sheng's cheek.

Is it really an opportunity?

Dongfang Sheng's figure that took a step back suddenly froze, and then slammed out left and right hooks at a faster speed, exploding directly on Domon's arm.

The huge force made Domon's arm instinctively retract, and in this instant, Dongfang Sheng's waist twisted, and an uppercut punch blasted towards Domon's chin.

Syllable!

Domon only had time to bury his head and push his fist forward. The expected uppercut didn't hit his chin, instead roaring in his ribs, and then Domon's body froze, followed by a snapping sound echoing in his ears.

Uppercut, uppercut, uppercut......

Dongfang Sheng seemed to be fighting indiscriminately, and his close hands kept hitting out, and only the sound of popping was heard at the scene.

After about five seconds, Dongfang Sheng jumped backwards, and then found Domon with his eyes rolled up and fell to the ground. (To be continued.) )