The first round was slow and fast. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The game is not over, so slow.

The competition is intense, so fast.

In other words, Qifu felt very slow, and Wang San felt very fast.

The crowd in the gym was somewhat silent, or more precisely surprised.

Marven, who was the most optimistic about Wang San before and often fought against Wang San, also felt that Wang San's performance in the first round was simply a miracle. He has a relationship with Kif, which is something he has a hard time doing.

Larsson happily congratulated Seuss.

"You're a good guy and have a lot of potential."

"Oh! I think so too. Ursus agreed: "It's only been a month to have this level, and the potential is really great." ”

The former sentence Larson can accept, and the latter sentence Larson is difficult to accept.

He hesitated for a long time, seriously recalling the time span of Ursus, and then suddenly frowned and looked at Ursus.

"Are you sure you didn't say the wrong time?"

"A month! There's nothing wrong with that. ”

Yusus's face was also full of self-deprecation, and this time Larsen could only curse.

“****！ Hell yes. ”

"That's what I thought, too."

Ursus honestly conveyed his feelings, and he was comfortable.

Larsson looked constipated, and he looked at Wang San resting in the corner of the ring, and still felt that things were a little unreal.

Qifu sat on the other side, he looked at Wang San seriously, and for the first time Qifu found that Wang San's eyes were very persistent.

Shayef squatted beside Chifu and asked in a low voice: "You are too anxious just now, fight seriously." He can't hit you, he's just a sandbag for movement. Let's not rush, play slowly, and be as patient as a cat catching mice. “

Chifu nodded earnestly, really seriously.

At the end of the break, Wang San added a little water, smeared the corners of his eyebrows, and returned to the middle of the ring.

Kifu's face was much more cautious, and he slowly returned to the middle of the ring.

The two men touched the gloves, and the second round began.

Wang San still held his head and slowly pressed Qifu, which was the simplest, most practical and least wrong way Wang San could think of.

Kifu's movements are much more flexible than the first round, and at the beginning of this round, Kifu's upper body is constantly shaking, head, shoulders, waist, all movements are constantly shaking, as if he is going to punch, and it seems to be dodging.

Kif's movements are bent on changing at any time before punching and dodging.

Wang San hugged his head, and he was also a little confused, he was not good at punching first. Chev went straight to the jab, and this time Keef's jab was not only fast but also very powerful, which felt different from the tentative jab of the first round, which was to hit someone.

"Bang!"

The jab punched Wang San's arm, Wang San's body shook, and Wang San continued to approach forward.

Wang San's strategy remained the same, and Qifu was shaking his jab again while moving, but the jab in his left hand suddenly turned into a bottom-up drill punch.

Qifu's drill punch hit Wang San's chin directly from the gap between Wang San's two hands.

"Smack!"

The strength of this kind of forehand is not very strong, but it can be clearly seen from the visual that Qifu hit Wang San.

Wang San didn't hurt when he ate this punch, but he immediately realized that his turtle shell was broken, and his head-hugging defense was no longer omnipotent.

With this awareness, Wang San was a little flustered, which meant that the strategy he had envisioned before to defend the turtle shell and then approach to close combat was going to be unworkable.

Wang San was a little shaken, but at this time, the shoulders of Qifu's back hand in front of Wang San suddenly shook, his body fell, and he made a move to make an uppercut, Wang San immediately subconsciously defended the side, but Qifu's jab bounced from below, making a quick jab of the front hand.

"Smack!"

Qifu's jab hit Wang San again, and two consecutive Qifu's jabs broke Wang San's turtle shell.

Wang San ate two boxers clearly, he really began to waver, and he didn't know how to defend.

Qifu became more and more agile at this time, his head, shoulders, and arms shook rapidly, he kept posing in various poses like a snake, his left and right shoulders feint, and his steps kept adjusting, Wang San was suddenly unsure of what kind of punch Qifu would make.

Just when Wang San was puzzled, Qifu's left hand trembled, and the extremely light jab almost touched Wang San's boxing gloves, and suddenly turned into a forehand swing fist, which swept to Wang San's ears from the side.

"Smack!"

It was another clear punch, and all three punches were not heavy, but they all really hit.

Wang San realized that if he didn't take the initiative to punch, he would be beaten like this, and such a result would naturally be impossible to win.

Wang San tried to make a quick jab, trying to hit Qifu by surprise, but Qifu shook his body like a snake, and his head tilted to dodge Wang San's jab, Wang San hit the back hand again, Qifu immediately swung his head again, continued to dodge, and then immediately pulled away to the side.

In the second round, Qifu's suddenly became serious, his front hand fist was changeable, and his feints were changeable, Wang San's turtle shell didn't work, and Qifu's tricky fists were drilled in everywhere.

Wang San tried to attack, but he couldn't touch the other party at all.

The game changed all of a sudden, and the serious Qifu really teased Wang San like a cat, constantly moving, constantly feints and teasing, Wang San showed a little flaw, and Qifu hit Wang San with tricky means.

Wang San really became a sandbag at this time, the offense couldn't be hit, the defense couldn't be prevented, Wang San finally couldn't bear it anymore after being punched several times in a row.

Wang San also became active, shaking his left hand, and then suddenly attacked Qifu with a straight punch in his backhand.

Qifu finally waited for Wang San, who punched, so he was happy.

Wang San, who didn't punch, actually put a lot of pressure on Qifu, because if Wang San didn't punch, Qifu would never be able to put his mind at ease. But Wang San punched, and Qifu had no pressure, and at the moment when Wang San punched, Qifu dodged and then hit Wang San in the nose with a straight punch.

"Smack!"

Wang San was shaken by the beating, and Qifu took this opportunity to follow up with another straight punch, knocking Wang San to the edge of the rope loop.

At this time, Wang San wanted to fight back in the middle of the beating, and made a big hook.

The large movement was too flawed for a professional boxer, and Qifu easily dodged, and then hit Wang San's chin with a ferocious downpercut.

"Smack!"

The power of Qifu's punch was transmitted directly from the spine to the brain, and Wang San's eyes were pitch black, and he finally fell to the ground.

"Oooo

There was an exclamation around him, and Qifu saw Wang San fall to the ground, and there was a relieved expression in his eyes. It turns out that only an uppercut can effectively knock down a difficult opponent in front of you.

The world in front of Wang San shook, he felt everything shake, and he wanted to open his eyes, but he couldn't.

The world of the gym blurred, and what appeared in front of me was a shaking cabin, a shaking world, and at the door of the cabin, a girl in a white dress yelled at herself. Then he saw red, a piece of red.

What is that? Why is there red, why is his heart hurting so much, the pain is heartbreaking, even the black in front of his eyes has disappeared, Wang San suddenly wanted to cry and scream.

So he screamed.

"Ahh

When Wang San counted to 6, Wang San let out a strange howl and stood up again.

The referee observed Wang San and motioned for the game to continue.

I don't know why, Wang San felt some anger in his chest that was difficult to stretch, and he couldn't suppress those restlessness, as if he couldn't suppress his instincts.

Like a wounded bear, he lunged at Kifu in a ferocious continuous straight punch.

Wang San's fists rumbled like two cannons, with the sound of the wind and even anger.

The fighter is sensitive to his opponent's emotions, and Qifu dodges quickly, leaving the wind behind his ears, so that Wang San's anger can only be directed at the air.

Wang San punched out a few times, and adjusted a little.

Kifu leaped in, silently like a ghost jumping over the streets of the night, a brisk jab, and then a sudden hook that hadn't been made in a long time.

"Bang!"

The knot hit Wang San's abdomen firmly, Wang San felt his internal organs churn for a while, and his arm naturally put down.

Qifu, who had obtained this information accurately, had a flash of light in his eyes, and his fierce and accurate downpercut hit Wang San in the chin again.

The accurate punch made Wang San shake again, and those shaking worlds and sad and angry emotions churned in his mind.

Qifu came again, he wanted to pursue, he wanted to expand the results of the battle, and instinctively Qifu still didn't want to admit Wang San's progress.

Wang San's anger and sadness made him enter a strange state and emotions. He wanted to destroy the world, Wang San saw Qifu's fist, he didn't dodge, but threw Qifu's punch above his head with all his strength, and then hit a bottom-up hook at the same time.

The power starts at the very end of the toes, from the thick thighs, to the strong shoulders, and finally to the arms and fists.

"Bang!"

Crisp, the thunderous sound of the door sounded at the same time.

Qifu's punch hit Wang San in the head, and Wang San shook a little.

Wang San's punch hit Qifu in the heart, but Qifu felt a cardiac arrest and his whole body was paralyzed, and then he fell to the floor with a bang.

The people in the ring were stunned by the moment that happened in the ring, the knockdown and the reversal of being knocked down.

The excitement of the second round was even better than the first, and Qifu's technique, ability to accurately seize opportunities, Wang San's unreasonable resistance and heavy punches all made people feel suffocated.

Qifu, who fell on the floor, was also a little stunned, he was actually knocked down by a rookie for a month, and he was really knocked down, not blindly, but really knocked down.

This bastard! How could this bastard be. There is only one month, and there is only one month that I have seen with my own eyes. Are you so weak! How can such a weak self get the boxing championship belt, and how can he give Shayaf an explanation. Bastard, asshole, asshole, asshole, I'm going to let him see my fury, it's boxing, not a savage simple sport, this asshole.

Cheek stood up before the referee could count to 5, and Cheek's face changed.

Shayef yelled from the sidelines: "Don't fight hard, play your skills, and more importantly, experience, experience is more important than technology!" ”

Qifu kept nodding and walked towards Wang San, Wang San gasped, he felt something in his chest being suppressed.

He didn't know what he remembered, but he at least felt it, and it wasn't a good thing. My memories are not happy! But even so, Wang San has to look for it.