"Roar—" The onlookers laughed together, the Michael's first mate, Paul, was the most capable fighter in the docklands, and the most troublemaker. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This violent man seems to have itchy bones if he doesn't fight for three days, so the people in the vicinity stay away from him, and occasionally bumped into him, they will lower their posture and admit to begging for mercy, and they don't give him a chance to play at all.

But today, this unlucky boy who came out of nowhere was actually caught by Paul. Although it was not necessarily a spy sent by a hostile force, it certainly gave Paul a reason to intervene. But fortunately, none of the guys in this area are the masters of peace, as long as they don't play by themselves, they are still very keen to watch the fight and brawl.

Even the guy who was already organic shouted and opened the handicap: "Bet, bet, Paul boss vs unknown brother......"

"Hey, hey, I'll buy Paul Boss and win, five bucks!" Obviously, this kind of gambling project is already the mass entertainment here, and before the person who opened the market finished speaking, someone had already waved the banknote and responded loudly.

"Damn! Of course, Paul the Boss wins! Boss Paul is a fierce man who can kill the arrow lip shark in deep water with his bare hands! Looking at the kid's physique, I doubt he'll be able to withstand the boss's punches. The guy who opened the plate was thin and tall, and his complexion was dull, and he was like a hemp bamboo pole and said there:

"So we're betting that kid will last a few minutes in the hands of Boss Paul! I want to think about it...... One hit is one to two, one to one within five minutes, three to five minutes to ten minutes, five to twenty minutes to five to five, and more than 20 minutes to ten to ten......"

"I'll buy it for five minutes!!"

"I'll buy a hit to kill!"

"Ma stick, I want to buy that ...... that pays 10" The crowd shouted again, if it weren't for Shak feeling that Paul on the other side had completely locked himself, he would have wanted to try to "break through" in the chaos.

"Anyway...... What if your Paul boss loses? ”

"Cut! If Boss Paul loses, I'll pay you twenty for one! The young man who opened the handicap did not raise his head to reply while collecting money from his companions, but as soon as the words came out, he suddenly realized that the person who asked the question was actually the foreign youth who was about to be "beaten".

"Hey, it's a deal!" Shak grinned, took out the wallet he wanted to use to bribe Paul from his arms, took five large bills with a denomination of 20 calories from it and threw them in the direction of the hemp pole, and at the same time took off the cool style sunglasses on his face and inserted them casually in the pocket of his chest.

Paul on the other side had been waiting impatiently for a long time, and couldn't help but stick out his scarlet tongue and lick the dry corners of his mouth. At this time, seeing Xia Ke fighting, he immediately rushed over with a low roar.

With the experience of being dodged by Shaq several times before, this time Paul didn't throw punches immediately, but used his pace to press his opponent's space to move. And Shak also stood in place very cooperatively this time, after all, this time there were people from the other side all around, and if he was too close to the edge, he would inevitably not be attacked by black hands from the "sidelines".

Confirming that Shak was no longer evading, Paul's movements were released a little, and the distance between the two was quickly shortened to less than two meters, which was already an effective attack range for Paul's arm length. So Paul finally couldn't help but smash a jab.

Even though it was only a tentative attack, Paul's punch still carried a force that could not be ignored. His punches are standard, like most professional fighters, but the speed and power of this punch are incomparable to most fighters.

Some layman onlookers didn't even see how he threw his punch, only to see his left fist suddenly blur forward, and an afterimage flew towards Shak's head. And those who know a little know understand that this is one of Paul's famous stunts, "transparent jab"!

When Paul approached, Shaq also clenched his fists and half-squatted, making a fist fighting posture similar to that of the opponent, and when facing the opponent's extremely fast jab, he did not move at all. In the exclamation of the onlookers, this fist mark landed accurately on his face, and then ......

Then he actually wore it like this, and he was still in that position, half-squinting, his face was indifferent, as if the blow just now was really completely transparent, and it didn't cause him any damage.

The crowd was in an uproar, because this was obviously too unscientific, although it was not real, but no one would doubt the power of Paul's fist, if it was blocked or dodged, it was acceptable, but it passed through unscathed, this is a divine situation? Could it be that the man on the other side is a ghost?

This is what most people think, but there are still discerning people, such as Paul himself. He knew he was missing, but it wasn't really piercing the opponent's body, but when his fist was about to hit, Shak's head dodged slightly. This dodge was fast and the arc was quite small, and the nearest cheek was only a few centimeters away from the fist he had grazed.

Just as most people can't see the trajectory of Paul's punch, many more people don't see Shak's dodge at all, so there is the illusion that the punch penetrates the body.

"Sure enough, there are two hits!" Paul licked his lips, and the light in his eyes grew a little brighter, like a gourmand who had seen a delicious meal. In the next second, his entire left arm blurred, and countless jabs blasted towards Shak like a storm.

Shak frowned, and his tense body began to move. However, in the eyes of ordinary people, he did not move fast at all, and most of the jabs thrown by Paul could fall on him, but the result was still the same as the first punch, and all the attacks passed through him without leaving a trace.

This kind of battle made most of the besiegers forget to heckle, dozens of pairs of eyes nervously stared at the two people in the field who seemed to be slow and fast in circles, and the atmosphere did not dare to take a breath, and the area fell into an eerie silence.

As the minutes ticked by, Paul's face became more and more ugly. In the past, his fast punches often led to a split second, and he had never held on for so long with such a fast punch. A lot of sweat poured out of his pores, and the intense physical exertion made him like a fish out of the water, every cell in his body alerting his brain to a lack of oxygen.

But he didn't dare to relax the rhythm of the attack, because Shak's eyes kept staring at him. There is a hint of animalistic cruelty in his playful and indifferent eyes, just like a beast lurking in the shadows, quietly observing his prey, and when the other party has a flaw, it will immediately tear the other party's throat.

The dizziness of the brain is getting worse and worse, and continuing to swing empty punches at high speed is not only a full squeeze of physical strength, but also a high degree of mental torture. At this time, his body was already like a dehydrated animal skin because of such a high-intensity and high-speed punching movement. Paul began to regret it a little, it seemed that he had indeed chosen the wrong opponent today, and the fighting spirit that had been high before was still subsiding at the moment, and an inexplicable fear actually rose in his mind when he regained his clarity.

Just when Paul was about to give up, there was an obvious flaw in Shak on the other side. When dodging a facial jab of his own, Shaq didn't dodge sideways, opting for a big back, and in doing so, he opened up a gap in his chest.

"Good chance!" Paul's originally somewhat dim eyes shone again, and his long-stored right fist burst out, which was one of his killer features at the bottom of the box - "invisible hook"!

This punch, Paul has already played at a super level, and the strength of twelve points is enough to crack the stone. And it was so fast, so fast that his entire right arm seemed to disappear into thin air. Paul believed that if this punch hit, the slick loach-like creature in front of him would have his jaw shattered, his body would fly out like a broken pocket, and the depression that had accumulated in his chest would be poured out with this punch......

However, the punch eventually stopped, more than a foot away from Shak's jaw, and his body froze in place as if he had been immobilized.

And what stopped him was a fist, a fist less than half an inch away from the tip of his nose, which belonged to Shak.

The two men who were fighting were eerily still, and the crowd of onlookers clamoured again after a moment of silence.

"Wow! What just happened, and who can tell what is going on now? ”

"Why did you stop? Who won? Who won? ”

"Isn't this a tie, it looks like both of you are about to hit each other, right?"

"Why did Boss Paul stop? A punch flew him, and looking at that kid's fist was probably not enough to tickle Boss Paul......"

A drop of cold sweat slipped from the tip of his nose, and looking at his opponent's fist slowly withdrawn from his eyes, Paul exhaled heavily, his legs weakened, and he almost fell to his knees on the spot.

"Huhu...... You...... You win...... Whoo ...... gasping for breath, Paul's whole body was like being fished out of the water, and the short ten minutes of combat just now was even harder than when he fought with the arrow-lipped shark underwater. Both the body and the willpower have been squeezed to the limit.

As a party, he didn't think it was a draw. In fact, when his invisible hook was about to be launched, the opponent's right fist appeared in front of his eyes, and the reason why his fist was able to approach the opponent by a foot was simply because he couldn't close the momentum.

As for the power of Shak's punch...... Paul subconsciously touched his cheek. The strong wind from his fist alone could make his cheeks hurt, and if he couldn't put himself down with this punch, he was probably just deceiving himself.

Paul simply admitted defeat, and the crowd was in an uproar, especially the young man who had opened the handicap before, and his face was even paler at the moment.

Twenty to one...... 2,000 calories!!