Wang San didn't hear the assertion of the two of them, and Wang San was happy now, because he was simply inspired in the lounge, and finally made him think of a perfect poem. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Wang San felt full of accomplishments at this time, he finally understood the nobility and greatness of art, which was simply as refreshing as a drug.

Therefore, when the referee on the stage announced the start of the game, Wang San couldn't wait, Wang San was very excited, and Wang San shouted loudly.

"Ah, Kafka on the other side!"

"Where do you live?"

"Your face is so ugly."

"Your body is so ugly"

"Your ass is uglier."

"But it's not as good as fame, your reputation is a stench."

Wang San suddenly recited this famous book with a loud voice, and the entire gym froze for a moment.

Wang San's poems are too powerful, and this is too much of a slap in the face, this is simply not a slap in the face but a slap in the face.

Kafka is not good-looking, and he has a bad reputation, but you can't write poetry like that! It's killing people.

Sure enough, Kafka was originally very calm and decided to box, but when he heard this poem, he rushed forward like an angry bull, and a fierce back hand straight punch directly bombarded Wang San's face.

Kafka's agent covered his face on the side.

Yusus was dumbfounded, the level of this poem is simply too king.

Marven has become demented.

The two veterans, Charles and Norrell, were so speechless that they couldn't comment.

Only Nancy jumped up and screamed in hell.

"Wang, your talent has surpassed mine. I am the first poet in England, so you are the first poet in the world. ”

"Oooo

The fans couldn't stand Nancy anymore, and Nancy was still screaming and screaming, completely shameless.

At this time, everyone else had already been petrified, and only Marven added a sentence in his mind.

"I can't be as shameless as Nancy."

Wang San didn't feel how exciting he was, he just felt that he was telling the truth.

Kafka is indeed ugly, and Kafka's fame is indeed very stinky.

His poems are artistic, they state facts, and he doesn't understand where Kafka's anger lies.

Many Wang San didn't understand, but Wang San understood that Kafka's movements were too big.

Kafka got so angry that he lost the consciousness of some boxers, and it can be seen from the fact that he often fouled that he was not very disciplined.

Kafka's defense relaxed, his movements were so great that he dared to strike directly with heavy punches with impunity.

Wang San was surprised by this, but he also seized the opportunity.

The standard left-handed block, the straight fist of the right hand blasts out like a cannon barrel.

"Bang Bang!"

The crisp, crackling sound of fists and facial impacts tore apart the noisy ring.

Wang San's punch was accurate, direct, and powerful, and Kafka, who was punched, staggered back two steps in a row.

Immediately after the amazing verse, there was an amazing punch counterattack, and the fans' spirits and eyes were not yet adjusted.

Wang San immediately took the second step and missed, and he rushed to Kafka's front in one step.

His face was hideous and terrifying, like a demon in hell, and a ferocious uppercut hit Kafka in the abdomen, twisting Kafka's flesh and body even more.

Kafka felt the snow white in front of him, his stomach was tumbling, and he lost the sense of defense and the consciousness of counterattacking.

Wang San's fists were like two hammers at this time, swinging, with a bad wind, with a scarlet flame, and with dull power.

"Bang Bang!"

A large two consecutive flat hooks, and a straight left hand, bombarded Kafka's pathetic face like a rocket launcher.

"Bang!"

When Wang San was about to continue the attack, Kafka lost the strength of his movement, and fell into the ring with his eyes rolled straight like a piece of log.

"Boom, boom!"

The gym erupted with an explosion-like roar.

Even if the referee doesn't say anything about this situation, all fans understand that Wang San knocked out his opponent in the first round.

Wang San knocked out Kafka beautifully, Kafka had lost control of his body, he had already rolled his eyes, and he had lost.

The roar gradually flooded, and the whole hotel was full of explosions, and the fans in the hotel were shouting excitedly.

Anger your opponent's poetry, then lightning-like a beautiful counter knockout with heavy punches. Pleasing to the eye, pleasing to the eye, boxing, short but beautiful.

After being stunned, stammering, and rigid in his thinking, Charles finally regained his ability to speak.

"Yousus' at Thornton Gym is really good at training fighters' language skills, and if I heard poetry like that, I would make a mistake."

Charles has always been at odds with Ursus, and not many people know about it, but it doesn't prevent Charles from taking the opportunity to add some strange fame to Ursus.

Norrell was genuinely shocked at this point.

"Too fast, too fast. This time the game was too fast. ”

His speed includes a lot, the speed of the game, and the speed that far exceeds his expectations.

The referee waved his hand unsurprisingly to signal that the game was over.

The cheers of the audience were even more bursting, and in the cheers, Wang San waved excitedly to the fans.

At this time, Wang San suddenly realized one thing, the game ended so quickly, what is the point of the control boxing method he practiced before?

Meaningless, Wang San suddenly felt a little lost again, and it was unwillingly unwilling.

Yu Sus was also smiling bitterly at this time, could it be that his boxing gym could only be amazing! Can't you have some normal good fighters under your command?

No, I want to get rid of Wang San's bad habits, that kid is still good, and I can't let Nancy completely pollute him.

Ursus made up his mind to be unfavorable to Nancy, but Nancy didn't realize it at this time, and he was still shouting at Wang San without shame and discipline.

"Wang San did a beautiful job, Wang San, you have my style today, we are the strongest poet duo in Thornton Boxing Gym."

Marven was fascinated by watching from the side, looking at Wang San, who was a rookie a few months ago, and now he can play such a hearty game, his heart is trembling.

The bout was over, and Wang San walked into the rest tunnel amid the cheers of the fans.

Nancy hugged Wang San's shoulders and planned their poetry boxing cause, Wang San agreed, but Yu Sus smiled sinisterly on the side.

Wang San won the bout so quickly, and although the next bout in the hotel started quickly, there were waves of explosive comments on the Internet where fans gathered.