On the oval playing table, which is made up of square marbles, there are two heavy gasps that linger.

One of the wheezes was slow-paced, and the rough nasal sound was constantly staccato and felt like the wheezing of an elderly ploughing ox as it struggled to keep it from being abandoned.

The person who gave this gasp was a man with a strong physique, who was standing in the corner of the stage at this time, staring intently at the fan-shaped humanoid remnants in front of him, even though the large and small wounds on his body were constantly overflowing with blood, moistening the dense dark red blood scabs on his naked upper body, and muddying his shoes and socks that had long been wrapped in sweat, he did not dare to relax the slightest.

But unfortunately, the real attraction of this burly man is not his bloody wounds and attentive expression.

An arm the thickness of a telephone pole clenched five fingers, and a bowl-sized fist was half-suspended in the air and tucked at the waist, looking ready to attack.

Compared to the giant-armed man who was on the defensive, the other man, who was constantly looking for an opportunity to attack, was a little shorter to breathe. Although it was also an intermittent gasp, the frequency of the attacking side was significantly higher.

The attacking side is not very large, and if you put him among normal adult males, you may be able to see that he belongs to the thinner part.

He seemed to be very anxious, although he had been using extreme speed to create a fan-shaped afterimage around the corner where the giant arm man was, but the messy footsteps were indeed very different from the previous order.

The same is half-hanging hands, except that one of them hangs from one, and the other hangs from two. Needless to say, the one hanging with one hand is naturally the man with the giant arm. And those with two hands need to take a closer look.

It is not so much the arms of the thin man that are half hanging in the air, but not the two branches that are often exposed to wind and rain. The radius of both arms decreases from the elbow, and by the time the wrist is reached, the cross-sectional area is only about three-fifths of the elbow.

The skin on the thin man's arms was rough, like the bark of a tree that carried countless memories of time, and his fingers were so slender that they seemed to break off at the slightest touch.

It's just that the bright red of the man's hands and the blood that is still dripping from his fingers reveal his deceptive appearance. The reason why the skin appears wrinkled is because there is a fine stratum corneum, and the fingers become slender in order to better use the speed advantage.

Being different from ordinary people is the only reason why they are selected for the competition. As for the face shape, he and the giant arm man in the corner are both public faces with a very low sense of existence, and they belong to the kind that is automatically filtered out by the brain.

More than a dozen spotlights from different directions hit the two figures on the stage tightly, perhaps because they didn't like the darkness, and the light without dead ends compressed the shadows of the two infinitely, until they completely turned into a footprint of the two......

Dodging a beer bottle thrown from the stands once more, the thin man lunged forward, the distance between the two men almost instantaneously. At this time, the giant arm man just happened to fly a Fuji apple that fell from the sky.

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"Young master, you have to be careful!"

In a dark room connected to the underground boxing arena, two figures collided.

Under the orange light, the two figures repeatedly collided and separated, and the shadows projected onto the wall were also elongated, staggered, and compressed with the movement of the owner's position.

After another collision, Yuan Hai did not choose a conservative style of play as before, he rolled his eyes, looked at the figure in front of him who had just blocked his attack and wanted to retreat like before, and did not speak, but hooked the corners of his mouth.

Sure enough, there is still a lack of actual combat showmanship, if this is the case, then just end this boring game. But it's really boring.,It's not much better than last time.,But you have to come to me.。 It seems that last time I was lighter, see that I don't want this kid to go back and lie down for a month this time!

His thoughts turned, followed by the retreating figure, Yuan Hai also took a step out, and what appeared with this step was his waist punch.

The subtle sound of breaking the air continued to spread along the trajectory of Yuan Hai's punch, and rushed forward with inertia.

Bang!

Yuan Hai raised his eyebrows, looking at the staggering figure with some surprise, one step, two steps, three steps...... Eight steps, eight steps later, the other party stopped retreating.

But this is indeed worthy of Yuan Hai's surprise, it turns out that the kid who can be put down with one punch has grown to the point where he can be put down with two punches?

However, the trouble that this episode brought to Yuan Hai was limited to this, and quietly waiting for the other party to stabilize his body was the limit of what he could do.

But when the other party was punched by this, he was already on guard in his heart, so he stayed where he was, waiting for Yuan Hai's next attack. It's just that Yuan Hai thinks that his speed is not dominant, so he doesn't rush forward.

So for a moment, the two of them just stared at each other here......

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The last resort. Yuan Hai thought silently in his heart.

Seeing that he was about to be punched in the face, Yuan Hai's indifferent face did not change at all.

The opponent's moves change so little that you can know where your opponent's punch is just by looking at it.

Take this punch as an example, it is definitely aimed at his temple, and the strength is very strong, but unfortunately the opponent's unstable next plate is destined to be not very accurate, and it can accurately fall on his face, which is already the best result of trying his best to remedy.

And for this seemingly fierce punch, Yuan Hai has too many ways to deal with it.

Putting a posture on the spot to resist the opponent's punch is undoubtedly extremely stupid in Yuan Hai's opinion. In contrast, it is much wiser to take a step forward or backward.

It's just because Yuan Hai wants to end the fight as soon as possible, so he is ready to take a step forward, take advantage of the opponent's punch to empty, and give the opponent a punch in the stomach before the new force is born, and then he can clean up for a while.

In habit, Yuan Hai couldn't completely ignore the punch that greeted him in the face, and just as he was about to turn his inner thoughts into reality, he glanced at the opponent's fist with his residual eyes.

Bang!

Yuan Hai was instantly knocked to the ground, and after his cheek made close contact with the opponent's fist, his body also made zero contact with the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a calf pressed fiercely against Yuan Hai's chest, and the five words were slowly spit out by the owner of the calf.

"Uncle Yuan, you lost."

It's a pity that after Yuan Hai turned over and also pushed him to the ground with his calf, the funny meaning of this victor's declaration went far beyond the seriousness attached to it.

It's just that as the only listener of this sentence, Yuan Hai didn't want to laugh at all, but stared at the person who was pressed to the ground by him with a strange look.