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People stand in the ring for various reasons, and this is the most direct fighting arena, and the one-on-one victory and defeat can be seen at a glance.

A cross of cruel gore and smart art, Chiv jumped like a stag, his body writhing from side to side like a poisonous snake.

Wang San was silent, gasping, his eyes fixed on each other, he was even more like a heavy bull.

Nancy didn't know when she had hugged Winnie's waist, her hand caressed the other party's soft waist, and the **** became hot under the stimulation of violence.

Tina's gaze became more and more interesting, in her world, Wang San was originally a dumb melon, but today she happened to pay attention to Wang San's game, but found that Wang San was not completely stupid.

Ursus was thinking about what would become of Wang San, and Larson was thinking about whether to introduce Wang San in a magazine.

Only Mo's eyes were the most profound, and he had long been unaccustomed to the hypocritical struggle of humans, which seemed meaningless to Mo, neither for food nor for females.

"Silk!

Chif's voice was like that of a viper, and his jab sliced through the air.

"Bang!"

Wang San blocked, and then he also counterattacked with a jab, surprisingly Qifu also chose to block, raising his arm to block Wang San's punch, Wang San encountered the opponent's block for the first time, he thought he had hit the opponent.

The stout left leg kicked the ground suddenly, and the savage body slammed into Qifu with a fist, but Qifu retreated deftly, and then hit Wang San's face with a straight punch like a poisonous snake.

"Smack!"

Wang San took a punch and instinctively paused, but this time Qifu was not in a hurry to expand the results. Instead, he jumped up and down, waved his hand at Wang San, and motioned for Wang San to hit him.

Wang San did not punch directly, but also took a feint, shaking his left hand, and then suddenly punched a jab with his right hand.

Wang San thought he had made use of his skills, but Qifu instinctively saw through it, and Wang San's feints were still a bit rigid, which was very easy for an old fighter to see through.

Qifu's head shook to the outside of Wang San's arm, flashing out of the range of his fist, and then a hook punch hit Wang San's stomach, Wang San's body shrank, and Qifu punched his head again.

Wang San ate punches one after another, he himself was a little inexplicable, Qifu's feints and changes were less, how could he be beaten more!

He continued to press on Chif, ready to beat him up with a beating, which he had done before.

At this time, the gong at the end of the second round sounded.

Wang San walked to the corner of the ring, Marven hurriedly took out the bench, and then stuck to Wang San's side.

"Kifu is hitting you with rhythm, he teases you, and then when you punch him, he hits you. Now you don't have the skills to play with him, and since he uses his experience, you can only fight hard. My good brother, I bless you, and then you fight hard! ”

Wang San wanted to spit Marven on his face while drinking water, what kind of tactical guidance is this bastard, and he understands this kind of tactical guidance! What a shameless bastard.

Compared with experience, more than technology, I really can't compare, since this is the case, I can really only work hard. It's just, it's just that what's going on in the cabin? Who is the girl in the white dress? What does she have to do with herself? I really care. Also, why are you so sad and angry? What's going on?

If you don't know, let yourself box! This is the only way to find memories. Wang San doesn't want to be at a loss, boxing is a way for him, and it is also a kind of venting to reality.

Chifu sat on the other side, gasping for breath, he never expected to get to this point before the fight, the opponent was very resistant, the opponent was very hard, and the opponent always took the opportunity that only some veteran fighters could take.

The ability to take advantage of opportunities is only the most important thing for a fighter, because the ultimate goal of boxing is to hit the opponent with heavy punches. And he ate the opponent's heavy punch, which is very dangerous, and then he can't eat heavy punches anymore.

If you want to win, you must win, you can't lose to a guy for a month. If you lose, then what is your years of hard work, is it a proof of your mediocre talent? Hemp eggs! , I don't want it, I'm going to beat him.

Chifu pumped his chest, waiting for the moment when the gong sounded.

The gong sounded, Wang Hai rushed into the ring like a bull, and Qifu was as gloomy as the North Atlantic.

The two men rushed towards their opponents almost at the same moment, both with forehand jabs.

Qifu has a longer arm span, so Qifu hits Wang San, and Wang San is beaten.

"Bang!"

Wang San paused slightly, but did not stop, and waved his right fist at Qifu.

Wang San planned to fight hard, but Qifu took advantage of it and immediately coldly dodged his body, he would not fight hard with Wang San without a good deal.

Wang San waved his fist and couldn't touch the corner of Qifu's clothes.

Wang San pounced again, combining straight punches with his front and back hands.

Kifu hugged his head and moved nimbly under his feet, allowing Wang's combination to fall into the air.

Wang San couldn't touch Qifu, but he still had to attack. Because he understands that if he doesn't take the initiative, he will soon become a punching bag for Qifu.

Wang San didn't breathe, and rushed up with his fists again.

Wang San's offensive intent was too obvious, which was a fatal flaw for Qifu, who accurately countered with a straight punch with his backhand, hitting Wang San's head with a shake.

Wang San stumbled under his feet, and Qifu wanted to expand the results of the battle, but Wang San stumbled and threw a ferocious downpercut.

This made Qifu more clearly realize Wang San's determination to fight hard in this round, he calmed down, retreated and continued to look for opportunities.

Wang San took the initiative to attack in the third round and ate fists one after another, which did not make him retreat, but made the blood in his heart heat up.

He knew clearly in his heart that if he wanted to hit Qifu, he would inevitably be beaten more.

Continuing to attack, Wang San's jab shook, and then suddenly came out with a backhand hook to attack.

Qifu dodged, and his jab still hit Wang San so easily.

Wang San kept attacking, constantly eating punches, constantly attacking again, and then constantly eating punches again.

At the beginning of the third round, Wang San ate a lot of fists.

But Wang San's footsteps did not stop, and the continuous punching made his head a little dizzy, but these vertigo states made Wang San feel a little strange.

He felt that his body had lost some control of himself, and that his body had taken control of its own actions.

His steps looked vain, but he was much more flexible, jumping back and forth, left and right, and Wang San suddenly shot a rapid and continuous jab.

Qifu was actually punched, and Wang San finally had a little upper hand, and he rushed up frantically to expand the results.

But he forgot that his continuous jab was not that heavy, and Qifu took a punch, but he still kept his composure, and his body did not lose control, just at the moment when Wang San rushed up. Kifu prepared a perfect slight sideways dodge, and then landed an uppercut that landed accurately on Wang's chin.

Wang San's eyes were dizzy for a while, his eyes were dark, the figure he expected did not appear, and Qifu's other punch downcut did come unexpectedly.

"Smack!"

The darkness in Wang San's eyes was even more, his head was dizzy, and his body lost control and fell to the ring.

In the third round, Wang San took the initiative to attack, but he was knocked down first.

This time Wang San felt a little strange, he felt that something seemed to come out of his body, he felt a little cold, he felt a little trembling, he tried to get up, looking at Qifu from afar, this scene was a little familiar, this feeling was a little familiar, something and someone was yelling at him.

"Can't lose, never lose! Go up, go up, hurry up! “

Wang San succumbed to the voice in his heart, because he knew that it was his instinct, and he thought the same. Hurry up, get up! I want to fight, I want a hearty fight.

After Wang San lost 7 in the referee, he rushed to Qifu all of a sudden, and Qifu was taken aback.

The people around the ring were also surprised, Wang San's fighting spirit at this time was too far from the unassuming character of ordinary days.

Wang San's fighting spirit at this time is simply described as turbulent, even if he eats so many punches, even if he is knocked down, Wang San still rushes up fiercely, which is against human nature, and it is also an extremely terrifying fighting spirit.

Wang San's ferocious left and right hand hooks swept away, and Wang San was like a rampant crab, desperately venting his anger.

Qifu flickered left and right like a pendulum with his head bowed, causing Wang San's heavy punch to fall into the air again.

Wang San's ferocious blow, in the absence of Qifu, was fruitless.

Kifu dodged, pulled away, and then suddenly threw a jab, and Wang San ate a punch.

Wang San threw a straight punch and was dodged, Wang San squatted down and punched the abdomen, but was hit in the face by Qifu's swing punch.

Wang San's fighting spirit is fierce, but the more he punches, the more he is beaten, and Wang San's face is unconsciously bruised and bruised.

Wang San's footsteps were a little vain, and he was scarred, but the oppression did not stop, and he was still panting and pressing heavily towards Qifu.

Qifu hit Wang San many punches, Wang San still did not fall, Qifu was angry and fearful, such a fighter is terrifying, because this bastard cannot be defeated, and his heavy punches must be guarded against at all times.

Qifu slowly approached Wang San, his left shoulder shook for a moment, and suddenly he threw a straight punch with his right hand.

Kifu punched out quickly, "Smack!" A punch hit Wang San, Wang San's body stiffened, and Qifu's boxing instinct allowed him to seize the opportunity.

Immediately moved his body close to a punch and hit Wang San's jaw again.

"Smack!"

With an incomparably crisp hitting sound, Wang San's eyes were pitch black, and his body was soft and he was knocked to the floor for the second time.

Wang Sanyi was knocked out for the second time in the first round, and there was an exclamation around the ring.

Usus sighed, it would be difficult to turn the tables after being knocked down twice in one round.

Nancy was also a little disappointed, but not very disappointed, Wang San was only a fighter for a month after all.

The referee yelled the numbers in Wang San's ear, and the referee's voice was a little erratic.

Pain and dizziness were in Wang San's mind, and he fell! Fall! You should rest, you should rest.

Wang San almost understood the advice, but some voices were shouting again, no, no, no, Wang San didn't know why he couldn't fall. But the instinct of the body desperately urged him to stand up.

So Wang San staggered to his feet and stood in the ring again.

Wang San stood, his feet were still a little shaky, the boxers around the ring began to shake their heads, the sidelines were clear to them, Wang San couldn't hit the other party, Wang San had no choice, Wang San had been hit too many times and it was difficult to fight back.

Qifu also saw the floating under Wang San's feet, he moved steadily, bent his body, and shook his back hand with a straight fist.

"Smack!"

Wang San was hit too much, and his reaction had slowed down, and he completely ate the punch.

Wang San fell to the hoop at once, and Qifu knew it was an opportunity, and he won by knocking himself down three times in one round.

He quickly rushed towards Wang San, who was leaning back at this time, his head was pitch black, and a hidden instinct made him move, suddenly stopped, and his shoulders shrunk together.

Qifu punched an upper, but Wang San's body twisted suddenly, and his forehead hit Qifu's fist.

"Bang!"

It was a muffled sound, and Kif's fist felt strange, and it didn't hit it, and he was sluggish for a millisecond.

In this millisecond, Wang San took advantage of the situation and hit Qifu in the abdomen with an uppercut.

"Bang!"

A sound like thunder rang out in the audience, and Shayev's eyes widened in horror.

Yu Sus's expression also became nervous, and Mo didn't know what he felt and shouted.

"Wang!"

At this moment, Kifu felt that his internal organs were flattened, his whole body was sore, and his feet seemed to leave the ground.

He barely felt any pain, except that he felt a truck hit him. Momentary distraction.

Wang San raised his hand and punched a fierce back hand straight punch, and Wang San's punch bombarded Qifu's face like a cannonball.

"Bang!"

There was another muffled sound, and then I saw that Kifu's face was splashed with sweat and blood. Kif's body flipped almost 180 degrees, he went limp, and he fell to the ring with a bang.

"Boom, boom!"

The fighters and spectators, who had already judged the end of the match, burst into shouts, and in a situation where they had almost failed, Wang San actually seized an opportunity to knock Qifu down.

This is the final reversal!

This is the unique charm of boxing, and it is a one-punch solution.

The referee rushed to Chifu and waved his arm as he watched as he was already staring blankly.

Wang San actually won at the last moment.

Wang San looked at Qifu who fell to the ground and looked at his hands, he actually forgot what he had just done. Who commands their body, is it instinct, or memory, or just subconscious.

Wang San won, Wang San smiled, Wang San shook a little, and also fell to the corner of the ring.