Qiao Yu slowly stepped into the ring.

The audience was silent for a moment.

In the ring in the distance.

The young man was dressed in white and clasped his hands into fists.

"Xiao Nanshan, Qiao Yu."

She has a clear voice, a modest attitude, and a scholarly gentleman's air all over her body, elegant and handsome.

It's not like a martial arts competition, it's like coming to chant poetry.

What's more, the teenager is too thin.

There is no deterrent at all.

If this punch goes down, it won't be crippled.

My mother's fans are also worried.

Before they could persuade him, his son stepped onto the stage.

Isn't that nonsense!

"What are you afraid of, I have confidence in our son."

In the center of the guest seat, a man in a suit spoke.

"Your son? You've got a fart son! It's just a fool's errand! ”

The old principal scolded and scolded, helped his reading glasses, and wanted to drag his apprentice down.

But I didn't want to, the challenge lights in the ring lit up, and the flames of the audience boiled instantly!

"Yan God! Yan God! ”

"Yan God! Yan God! ”

"Yan God! Yan God! ”

Fans tore their throats and screamed excitedly as they held up cheering cards.

Boxing champion Jiang Yan!

The King is back!

They are going to cheer with all their enthusiasm for the god who has ascended to the top!

Jiang Yan stepped into the ring.

Faded under sportswear, the muscles are well-proportioned, with a blood-pumping masculinity.

It's just that there are a lot of scars.

Especially on the back, the sinuous scar has obviously experienced a desperate fight.

He stared at Qiao Yu.

To be precise, it was staring at Qiao Yu's abdomen and calves.

That's where the most attacks and injuries are in a boxing match.

And, the face.

He looked at Qiao Yu's delicate and delicate face.

"I'm not going to show mercy."

So, sorry.

"Neither will I." Qiao Yu replied.

Jiang Yan looked at her and smiled.

Raise your fist and use your teeth to quickly bite off the boxing bandage on your hand.

This action made the audience gasp.

In combat matches, gloves are used to protect the wrists and hand bones. At the same time, the power of the hammer is increased.

The world sports world has recorded the data of Yan Shen's double fists.

Right fist, 800 kg.

Left fist, 500 kg.

When you take off your gloves, you will not only hurt others, but also hurt yourself!

"Yanshen's wrist injury isn't okay yet."

"It's not a problem of injury, look at her small body, if she really gets punched, she will still have it?"

"What do you know, Yanshen respects opponents."

Right.

Respect!

When the national martial arts team came to power, it was always bare-handed.

He Jiang Yan doesn't bully people!

"Last time, you said, why should you use other people's rules in this ring?"

Jiang Yan took off the bandage and moved his hand bones.

"I can't interfere with other rules, but today, here, it's better to use your rules."

Qiao Yu clenched his hands into fists.

"Compete in martial arts, don't hurt your life, that's all."

Jiang Yan was slightly surprised, that's it?

In the international arena, there are many rules, what can't kick the crotch, can't kick the head, and the rules are strict.

How can it be in her mouth, just three sentences?

In fact, Jiang Yan misunderstood.

The so-called, learn art before learning etiquette, learn martial arts before learning morality.

Under martial arts, every time you make a move, it is the rule.

The referee came to the stage.

In the spotlight, the words announcing the start just fell.

Boy, it's up to you!

It belongs to the unique martial arts of Xiaonanshan.

Nine clouds!

This momentum is like an eagle overlooking the earth on the top of the clouds in the nine heavens, staring at its prey, ready to go!

Everyone's breath tightened instantly.

"Be careful."

Jiang Yan reminded that the speed of punching is fast and accurate, and he is terrifying!

Truly respect the opponent and never retain strength.

She Qiao Yu is worth his full effort!

Jiang Yan's fist is like a tiger, roaring for nine days!

Qiao Yu's eyes were calm, his posture was like an afterimage, and he started the offensive!

"So fast!"

The audience was shocked!

The boxing king's punch is never in vain!

"This kid wants to hide?"

"She's still a little self-aware."

"That is, as long as she is punched by Yan Shen, she will lose."

The audience teased again:

"What's the use of being fast, when the time is long, it's not a loss."

"She's not hiding!"

Suddenly, the taunt was interrupted.

Everyone looked to the ring.

The young man's posture is like a swimming fish gliding by, not to avoid its edge, but to take the opportunity to counterattack!

Drink –

How dare she!

Qiao Yu made tricky moves, fast and fearful!

"You see, she's left-handed."

I don't know who shouted, everyone subconsciously stared at Qiao Yu's left hand.

In the ring, Jiang Yan's face changed.

Qiao Yu uses his left hand!

'Your hand, looking inconvenient, wrist. ’

In his memory, the boy gently reminded him.

Now, she is also using her way to tell everyone.

She Qiao Yu doesn't bully people!

Jiang Yan stared at her punching hand, and the silent hot blood in her body suddenly ignited.

Even when he was at the pinnacle, he was just winning or losing.

But in the face of Qiao Yu, he wanted to beat this kid.

You're crazy!

"Bang-"

A muffled punch, Jiang Yan lost his mind at this moment, Qiao Yu's fist instantly hammered into his acquaintance's waist and abdomen!

"Be careful."

The young man reminded gently, but the momentum that followed was like a sharp blade out of the sheath, beckoning blood!

Jiang Yan was in pain and cursed in his heart.

Just reminded her to be careful, she was good, find the opportunity, and remind him a word.

You're holding a grudge!

Jiang Yan is serious!

A heavy punch, a slam attack!

Qiao Yu saw the move, rose to the top, and punched back!

The supreme peak martial arts in the body, swept from the meridians, burst out of the fist wind, like a knife!

The boy in the field, open up!

Everyone breathed for a moment.

It's so strong!

The slender boy burst out with the strength that was not inferior to him at all!

However, Jiang Yan is not bad either!

The acumen and experience of a professional boxer allowed him to instantly find the flaw in the attack and punch it.

"Bang-"

The punch landed on the young man's cheek.

"Bang-"

This punch landed on Jiang Yan's shoulder blades!

No one will admit defeat!

No one took a step back!

In the air, the smell of blood was filled, mixed with salty sweat, dripping in the ring!

The audience stopped cheering!

Every time it seems, a punch that has the upper hand will be instantly hit back by the opponent who finds the right opportunity!

Still fighting!

They're still fighting!

"Why is this kid so powerful!"

"That's Yan Shen!"

"Wait, she won't last long."

Can't hold on!

In the face of an adult's punch, or a punch from the peak boxing champion, few people can withstand it.

The teenager moved, slowly.

Only half a beat.

The hand that swung the fist was only half a beat slower.

But Jiang Yan instantly found the opportunity and hammered the young man in the abdomen with a punch!

This punch!

Vicious! Permit! Perverse!

made Qiao Yu's abdomen like a knife, and he snorted in pain.

"Bang-"

Another punch, this punch, made up for the young man's back, making Qiao Yu stumble and suddenly planted in the ring!

The audience stood up instantly!

It's like you're going to lose.

This kid is really deadly!

"Qiao Yu!"

"Uncle Shi!"

"Prince!"

The guest seats and the disciples of the master instantly gathered in the ring.

When they got closer, they found out that the tragic situation in the ring.

The boy's eyes were bruised, blood was oozing from his mouth, and sweat was sticking from her sideburns to her slightly swollen cheeks.

Referee, it's time to play.

Next chapter.

Gods!

(End of chapter)