"I'm just going to challenge Fat Superman."

"I'm confident."

Listening to the young man's bold declaration, Hu Yunjin was embarrassed for a moment, so he had to ask him to go backstage to prepare, and said a few words of blessing with a forced smile.

After asking the last rookie player, several challengers came backstage to prepare for the draw.

In the end, only three rookies decided to challenge the champion directly, Ang Qin, Tsuruyu, and a foreign rookie with a mustache.

The three of them drew lots, and Ang Qin was in first place, and first stepped forward and touched a small round ball with numbers written on it and showed it to the camera.

"Number 2." Speaking in stiff Mandarin, Aung Qin used a combination of punches that burst with a sense of power to express his dissatisfaction with the result of the draw.

He took restless steps like a racehorse crashing into the fence, eager to prove his strength in the racetrack. From time to time, he shook his arm muscles, and said with the fledgling momentum of a young man, "I want to be the first to appear." ”

"It seems that our youngsters have been restless, I hope you keep this momentum, tonight's second game, looking forward to your game."

Tsurumi followed up and drew lots. Compared with Ang Qin, his movements are lazy and slow, reminding people of the uncle walking in the park for no reason.

[Laughing to death, taking his grandfathers to exercise every day, the anchor is a sloth visible to the naked eye. 】

[I think he's always been like this.] Quiet as a virgin, moving like a mad rabbit. 】

[Mad Rabbit? How do I remember it's a rabbit? Jiumin, is it a curse of the parallel world again? 】

Heyu couldn't see the barrage, the old cadre grabbed a No. 3 with his back hand, raised it up and said helplessly to the camera: "I hope everyone can be quick in the first two games, I still want to go to bed early and get up early." ”

The outside stands erupted in good-natured laughter.

[Absolutely, the anchor's work and rest in the yang world can't be set. 】

[Speaking of which, I really haven't seen the anchor stay up late. Other people's brothers and sisters are all broadcast until the early hours of the morning, and my anchor just happens to be seamless with people who stay up late. 】

[For the sake of peerless magic, I have insisted on going to bed early and getting up early for half a month, although I haven't started exercising yet. Not to mention anything else, the skin is a lot better. 】

[I also go to bed early and get up early, but instead of following the live broadcast room, I get up early to go for a run by myself. However, running is too tiring, especially sometimes I can't sleep well at night, and I still exercise during the day, and I feel old. I suspect that going to bed early and getting up early is not scientific. 】

[Upstairs, exercising every day is indeed good for your health, but the premise is to be able to rest well. Didn't see a lot of financial/IT elites who insisted on exercising and still had chicken blood every day, were they all sudden deaths? To put it bluntly, it is strong on the outside and dry in the middle, looking at the spirit, in fact, the more you practice, the more you become weaker. 】

The live broadcast room was discussing how to exercise to be healthy, but no one paid attention to the remaining foreign challenger youngster. However, when the festival officially began, everyone turned their attention back to the competition.

The foreign teenager has a mixed-race face, a thick skeleton, and a scary wide shoulder. He challenged the god of death, Fang Rengeng.

The two touched their gloves, the same tall man with broad shoulders, and the ring was a little crowded for a while. Both of them are new and old players who also take the same fierce road, under the narrator's incendiary explanation, there is quite a kind of old man who still has a thousand miles of ambition, the young eagle has rushed to the clouds, and the heroic and heroic of Changchun, the way of fighting.

The referee tries to make a background board within a reasonable range, and watch the veterans and newcomers not give in to each other, and fight with fists to the flesh.

Fang Rengeng's powerful thigh slashed down, and several spectators stood up excitedly, as if they had seen the young player opposite fall into the ring with Fang Rengeng's lower split.

[Death stunt, reappear in the rivers and lakes! ] 】

[My mother, this leg is like a pile, people can be hammered into the ground! 】

However, the newcomer did not retreat, but stood on the side of the position, kicking sideways from the bottom up. The two thick legs like steel pillars slammed into each other solidly, and with a bang, the hearts of the audience also jumped heavily.

After the hand-to-hand battle, the veterans and newcomers each took half a step back, and they fought equally.

People can't help but be impressed by this foreign youngster.

[No wonder he dared to challenge the god of death, and his strength was extraordinary. 】

[The first challenger is so good, I started to borrow/borrow money and look forward to the next two games.] 】

[Me too! I am optimistic about Angqin, Baturu, a native of our grassland, which is stronger than cattle. 】

[Am I the only one who is worried about the third game? It's almost impossible to win. 】

[I'm different, I don't lend/lend. The first game is going on, isn't it good to focus on the first one? Why are they all talking about it? The Grim Reaper's game is also very exciting, this kind of tough guy who dares to fight ......]

The first round ended with the two men intersecting punches and kicks. The little sisters walked into the ring with small signs, posing in a seductive and seductive pose, adding another blood-pumping scene to this arena.

On the edge of the ring, Fang Rengeng's coach nervously cooled him down, water splashing on his copper-colored muscles and stubble. Fang Rengeng wiped it casually, opened his arms with half-closed eyes, leaned on the guardrail rope of the ring, and showed a row of big white teeth with confidence.

"I've already spotted his weaknesses. In the next round, I'm going to knock him out. ”

I want the rookies to know that the majesty of veterans is not something that can be easily provoked!

In the backstage of the game, Ang Qin was maintaining the heat of his body, and Heyu was still as leisurely as an old man, and even clicked on the live broadcast of the game to watch it with relish.

Ang Qin proudly despised Crane Yu: "I don't look down on people like you. I bet you can't win. ”

Hu Yunjin was afraid that he would anger Heyu, and the two contestants fought directly in the background, which had a bad impact on the show.

But she was too worried. This kind of reckless man who has a tendon in his brain at a glance, Crane Yu doesn't care about him. And in all fairness, he admired Angqin's straightforward temper.

He could see that Angqin's physical fitness was very good, just like the fellow villagers who supported him in the live broadcast room said, he was as strong as a cow.

[If you start a sect in this world, you must collect a few good seedlings of body refining. By the way, how happened to the little girl who practiced her own sense of qi before? 】

Heyu's train of thought went off track, and Ang Qin found himself bored, and he no longer paid attention to this side. It was his turn to play next, and although he was simple-minded, he didn't have no brains at all.

From the first group of games, he saw that the mentality of the veterans towards the newcomers.

In the first round, it seemed that Fang Rengeng was on par with the rookie, but in fact, it was more about finding out. If it is as he expected, Fang Rengeng's attack will be more varied in the second round.

Whether it can stand up depends on whether the rookie can withstand the ever-changing attack of the veteran in this game.

Three gongs sounded, and the second round began immediately.

Fang Rengeng narrowed his eyes, smiled, and bumped fists with the youngster like in the previous round.

The young general shivered inexplicably, shook his shoulders, and doubted in his heart.

Why do you think that in just one minute, Fang Rengeng on the opposite side has become a fierce tiger? It's still smiling, crossed out, it's a smirking tiger.

Sure enough, in the second round, Fang Rengeng launched a stormy onslaught on the young general opposite. People tend to focus on Fang Rengeng's trademark lower split, but ignore his pair of cannon punches.

After a few legs, the youngster's slightly slender muscles were obviously unbearable, and the muscles trembled slightly when he landed. The lovers who are rich in theoretical knowledge at the bottom are united in saying that it is not good. Sure enough, this millimeter-level slight tremor did not escape Fang Rengeng's eyes.

Another round of stormy output, the young players who hit retreated again and again. With a forward kick, Fang Rengeng successfully broke through the protection on the youngster's chest, and then hit the chest and arm with a straight fist with his right hand.

The young general staggered back two steps until he reached the guardrail, and then he narrowly stopped.

But anyone with a discerning eye can see that the outcome is decided. Even the youngster's instructor wiped his face helplessly.

Sure enough, Fang Rengeng seized the opportunity and forced the person into a corner, and with a series of punches and kicks, the young general had no power to fight back. Another heavy punch directly broke up the young general's forearm protecting his temple, and his jaw was hit by Fang Rengeng's uppercut and leaned back weakly.

The youngster's coach jumped into the ring to stop him, and the referee also hurriedly stepped forward and separated the two.

The scene wore a calm but cruel sound.

“KO。”