Chapter 0268: Battle of Shanghai

The one who flew out was the white hand.

Full of blood, the white hand has long wanted to make a move.

The audience exclaimed, the referee was stunned, and the Yanma was surprised.

That's the master.

The process of flying on stage is only a short two or three seconds, and the white hand can still take off the windbreaker and throw away the windbreaker, and the figure is extremely chic.

As he approaches the arena, the speed of the white hand slows down.

But immediately, the left hand of the white hand grabbed the pillar, and the body suddenly accelerated.

The body of the white hand did not land on the arena, nor did it fly towards the Yanma, but circled around the pillar.

One, two, three.

After the third turn, his white hands and feet kicked the pillar, and his body flew towards the Yanma like a sharp arrow.

saved Wang Gang with his white hands.

The Yanmar's kick didn't have time to step on Wang Gang, and he was also attracted by the figure flying out of the audience.

The martial arts and kung fu of the Chinese are always covered with a veil of mystery, and foreigners do not understand them.

The ability to fly two or three meters away like this has only been seen in movies, and the Yanma can't help but be attracted.

Not only was I attracted, but I was also confused. The Yanma forgot about Wang Gang, and even more forgot about the defense, and forgot that the white hand was coming at him.

The body of the white hand flew towards the great Yanma, not the head, not the hands, but his feet.

A chain of flying legs, with a white hand, kicked dozens of kicks in one go.

The Yanma was caught off guard, hit more than a dozen feet in the face, and barely stopped when his body retreated to the side of the pillar.

The white hand body landed on the ground, but did not stop attacking.

Give someone a taste of their own medicine.

The white hand kicked the crotch of the Yanmar.

The Yanma screamed and collapsed to the ground.

With his white hands, he struck while the iron was hot, and while he got up, he struck with both fists.

The fist rained down on the face of the big Yanma.

The Yanmar fell straight on the carpet, his face covered with blood.

The white-handed thief is very good, he accepts it when he sees it, and withdraws in time.

Almost all of them did not react.

The white hand still took advantage of the pillar, jumped off the arena, picked up the trench coat, and slipped away.

But there are still people who understand.

The guy who had participated in the first boxing match had already chased after him around the ring.

The white hand remembers that the name of this item is on the event schedule, and it is called Robert.

The trench coat was picked up, but Robert was also in front of the white hand.

When people reach the fist, they whirl and blow straight to the face of the white hand.

White hands love boxing.

Two of the videotapes that the uncle gave him were about boxing, and he had watched them dozens of times with his white hands.

Robert was fast.

White-handed back.

Between the arena and the auditorium, there is a two-meter-wide hollow-shaped space, which is more suitable for fighting than the arena.

White hand with right hand to resist, Robert's fist, never touched his head.

And the left hand of the white hand, all the time, holds the trench coat.

Facing the enemy with one hand, calmly and unhurriedly, the audience applauded.

Robert was enraged.

Defense is a white-handed forte, taught by Fang Yulan.

Robert attacked with all his might, and the punches rained down.

With his white hands, he just retreated, and the footwork taught by Fang Yulan really came in handy this time.

Seeing that Robert had the upper hand, the white hand was losing and retreating, but the insiders could see that the white hand did not even use his right hand with all his strength.

The hollow-shaped space makes the defeat of the white hand seem calm.

For two full laps, Robert was still attacking, and the white hand was still losing.

But the white hand also realized the essence of boxing.

The attacker can only use punches, not legs and feet, nor elbows and arms.

You can only hit the opponent's upper body, and you can't attack the ears and back of the head.

This Robert also made the white hand admire.

This guy is very well-behaved, his movements are standard, and his fists are all beckoned to the parts that are allowed to hit.

This guy's physical strength is good, at least two hundred punches, and his breathing is still not hurried or rough.

Later, the white hand understood that professional boxers also have strict training in breathing.

And Robert is not stupid, but the more he fights, the smarter he gets. He saw the power of his white hand, and he began to slow down his fist and began to fight steadily.

At this time, Ding Yaqiong in the audience shouted.

"Xiaobai, beat him up for me."

The white hand smiled, "Yes." ”

The trench coat flew up and hung on the rope of the arena.

There was another cheer from the audience.

But the white hand did not immediately counterattack, he was still retreating, but he had both hands, and the defense was more calm.

Retreating and retreating, the white hand retreated to the edge of each player's seat.

At that moment, a leg stretched out, stretching out on the way back with a white hand.

It was the player who participated in the fighting match and discounted Wang Yong's nose, Peng Beiao.

White Hand's right foot, as he stepped back, touched Pombeo's calf.

The white hand froze, and his face suddenly showed panic.

Robert grabbed the fighter, roared angrily, walked up quickly, and smashed his fist into his white hand.

Unexpectedly, the white hand fell backwards, dodging Robert's fist.

Instead of falling to the ground, the white hand did a backflip and spun around.

Dazzled, the white hand stood up again.

What is unbelievable is that while getting up with his white hands, he also hooked Pembeo's outstretched legs.

Pembeo was defenseless, and the man was taken off the chair, slid to the ground, and his legs, hooked by his white hands, involuntarily reached a height of at least one and a half meters.

It couldn't have been more coincidental, and Robert's right hand arrived.

With a bang, Robert's right fist smashed into Pembeo's calf.

The white hand also threw a left fist at this time, which smashed right on Pombeo's ankle.

The sound of cracking bones, crisp and piercing, echoed throughout the hall with the screams of Pembeo.

With a long roar from his white hands, he drowned out Pembeo's screams, and his fists swung to launch a fierce and ferocious counterattack.

The pace of the counteroffensive was so fast that the audience couldn't see it clearly at all.

Robert starts to defend and starts to be on the back legs.

But you can't prevent it.

The white hand is in order, and he didn't touch a single punch in the parts that are forbidden to be hit in the boxing rules.

However, what made Robert panic was that every punch from the white hand was aimed at his part protected by the rules.

Left hook, which targets Robert's right ear.

Robert had to retract his right arm to fend off the white hand's fist.

But the white hand's left fist changed direction halfway, dodged Robert's arm, and smashed firmly into his left cheek.

With a straight right fist, the white hand squats down, and the fist runs to Robert's crotch.

Robert hurriedly stretched out his fists to protect his vital point.

But the white fist changed direction again, suddenly rose up, and smashed into Robert's chin.

There was a crisp thud, and Robert received a punch to the jaw.

Robert fell backwards.

Unforgiving, he pounced on Robert and threw him a full twenty punches as fast as he could, before he fell to the ground.

The cheers were deafening, the audience stood up, and many people ran to the white hands.

The scene is a bit chaotic.

No matter how much he beats or helps, no matter how he kills or burys it, he took the windbreaker in his white hand, glanced at his body, and quickly integrated himself into the crowd.

ran out of the International Hotel until the white hand stopped, hiding in the corner and waiting for the white hand to come out.