"The young people of Ireland are too sluggish, my feet are stepping on the soul, and you can't hit me, because I am a poet and a boxing king. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Look at my dance, look at my eyes, look at my hands, it's clenched into fists!"

Nancy danced and chanted poetry, her expression exaggerated like that of an actress.

Spart was made to look like a turkey in a furnace, and his whole body was burning from the inside out.

He jumped and rushed over, unleashing a combination punch like a frenzy.

Nancy leaned back, shook her head, and squatted, one last jumping to dodge Speight's storm.

Speight's fist just swept Nancy's shoulder, and Nancy stood on the side of the ring without any pressure, about to make another coquettish poem. The gong at the end of the first round sounded inappropriately.

Nancy sat leisurely in the corner, but Speight, who was opposite him, was flushed with anger.

Because of the proximity, Wang San shouted beside Nancy: "Nancy really didn't expect your writing to be so good!" ”

"Of course!"

The shameless conversation between Wang San and Nancy made Usus regret sitting next to Wang San very much.

On the commentary platform, Charles and Norrell, who were about to say a few words, were choked up and speechless when they heard Wang San's praise.

There really are such shallow people in this world.

The black old man, Charles, barely suppressed his disgust for Wang San, looked at Yu Sus beside Wang San, handed Yu Sus a disdainful look, and then began to get down to business.

"In the first round, Nancy had the upper hand. This guy's speed and flexibility are simply superhuman, and almost no one can easily punch him! “

"And this guy deeply knows how to control his heart, and his ability to seize opportunities is also strong! Such a boxer can represent the top strength of our UK! ”

Norrell and Charles frantically praised Nancy's strength, and Wang San was madly envious of Nancy's literary talent.

Wang San's eyes flashed with little stars, and he secretly decided that I must also write poems.

If Yu Sus knew that Wang San had such ambitions, he would have fainted.

If Nancy knew that she finally had a like-minded partner, he would even give half of the property to Wang San.

At the start of the second round, the two men returned to the center of the ring.

At this point, Speight's coach may have arranged a new tactic for him, and Spart raised his hands a little higher and began to play steadily close to him.

Nancy watched as Spart raised her hands and immediately jumped backwards as she began to chant her own hymn again.

"Spat was scared, he raised his hands, he didn't dare to compare skills with me, he was afraid of me, he was afraid of him, he could only cover his face."

"Spart is stupid, everyone who is afraid of me, can only fall!"

Sparrow endured his nausea and approached Nancy step by step.

Nancy was pulled closer instead of leaving, spreading her hands and twisting her ass towards Spart in a cross shape.

Spart really wanted to hold back, but he really couldn't help it, and he threw a hard left jab.

Nancy's body just tilted her head and dodged away.

Speighter misses a punch and wants to retract the close-in tactics.

Nancy dodged a punch but suddenly threw a straight machine-gun-like punch at Speight.

"Bang bang bang!"

Speighter was taken by surprise and was hit with two straight punches in a row.

Speight, who ate the fist, was furious and was about to come back to knock out the pesky Nancy, but Nancy immediately hugged Spat after finishing the straight punch.

Taking advantage of the advantage, he will never give Spease a chance to fight back, Spart is very angry and pushes Nancy, and Nancy does not let go.

Nancy hugged Spat hard, and her mouth was still on the side of the cannon.

"I hit you, but you didn't hit me, Spart punched me and you can't do it!"

When Sparrow wanted to say something, Nancy pushed Sparrow away.

Speighter finally gained the distance, and when he wanted to punch, Nancy jumped away.

Sparrow chased Nancy with his fist, he only gained a little distance, but Nancy rushed up all of a sudden, and with a shake of his body, Sparrow raised his hand to stab, and Nancy directly gave the other party a slap with a forehand swing.

"Smack!"

Spart ate his fist again, and he was ready to resist it and go in to fight. Nancy immediately hugged again and didn't let Sparrow punch.

The moment the referee reluctantly separated the two men, Nancy gave a gentle kiss on the back of the party's head as she walked behind Speight.

"Honey, I like your shoulders, so warm!"

Nancy suddenly came to this mouth, and the hotel exploded, and the fans burst into laughter.

Wang San was a little disgusting, he felt that kissing a strange man was really unacceptable.

Sparrow was ridiculed, he was insulted, and he immediately stopped chasing Nancy, but Nancy also has her own tricks.

Nancy dodged backwards at a distance, hugged when she was close, jumped around, kept taunting, didn't know when to come up and play a set, and either hugged or left immediately after the fight.

Nancy relied on this series of tactics to beat Speight's dizziness, and the coach arranged to approach step by step, but Nancy was chanting poetry and kissing, and under this kind of ridicule, Sparrow couldn't advance steadily.

At the end of the second round, Spease was punched several times and didn't touch the corner of Nancy's clothes at all.

Originally, fans thought that Nancy and Spart were fighters of the same division, but now that the fight is underway, it has been discovered that the two men may be similar in terms of technical strength. But Nancy has an absolute advantage in terms of tactical use and psychological warfare.

At this time, the old black man Charles also began to blow Nancy on the commentary seat: "Nancy's psychological warfare and strategy use today are very successful, the style of play is very clear, the offense relies on surprise combination punches, and the defense is dominated by dodging and hugging." In this situation, if Spart couldn't get his mood in order, he wouldn't have been able to win today's game. ”

Spart also wanted to get his mood in order, but as soon as the third round began, Nancy stuck her tongue out at Spart and chanted poetry again.

"My dodges and hugs belong to the Irishman, and so do my fists."

"I'll keep beating Spat like an elven blacksmith flying to forge iron."

"Spart won't move, just moan, I'll kiss him, and for the sake of honor, for my throne Spease will leave blood."

Nancy chanted poetry as she stuck her tongue out at Speight.

In this way, Sparrow endured and did not punch, but Nancy suddenly shook towards the void, and then squatted down with a punch and hit the abdomen, and when Speight's hands moved down slightly, Nancy stood up and punched Speight's face with a straight punch, knocking Spart on the heel.

Sparrow staggered twice, his feet limped, and he sat down on the floor.

Sparrow was still caught in Nancy's trash talk, and then took a heavy punch from Nancy.

Spart barely stood up, although he could still fight, but he took a heavy punch and began to worry about Nancy's sudden attack, and the oppression tactics were also hesitant to execute, so there was no way to crack Nancy's tactics.

In the third round, the fourth round, Nancy continued to play with her opponent, holding everything in between applause.

Spat is so dizzy from Nancy's toying that he can't even execute basic tactical strategies.

In the fifth round, Nancy began to use a series of attacks to crush Speight, and in the sixth round, Nancy seized the opportunity to end the bout with two heavy punches.

Nancy won the British boxing championship belt, and to the cheers of the audience, Nancy once again chanted to the audience.

"The great Nancy predicted that the sixth round would be over and he would carry the crown."

"Nancy will wear a crown on his head, go out of England, Europe will be king, the world will cheer for him, he is a born king."

"Fist of England, dominate the world, follow me, watch me, I will lead you to conquer distant lands, cheer for me, I bring you blood and passion."

Nancy's terrible poetry did not disappoint the fans, but cheered and howled excitedly.

The British love Nancy, and they want Nancy, as he says, to bring gold belts to England.

The media, the fans, the agents, all cheered.

Only Speight, who covered his head with a towel, walked into the shadows in the corner of the hotel.