"Dare to provoke me, you are really daring!"

In the ring, in the exchange of fists and feet, the crow scolded viciously.

"What, you also want to follow the example of me breaking He Yong's arm and break me?" The mad boy dragon immediately choked back.

"Want to provoke me with this trick? You're early! ”

The crow sneered disdainfully, his movements unaffected by his anger, and he was still crisp and neat, not dragging mud and water.

The mad dragon failed in his calculations, took a deep breath, and once again concentrated on the crow's attack.

I have to say that compared with He Yonglai, the strength of the crow has not risen by a little bit.

This gap is not only in the mentality, but also in the skills and experience between fists and feet.

For example, in the face of low kicks, Crow and He Yong, who are also based on boxing, have completely different responses.

He Yong's methods are all based on retreat and dodging, and he has obviously not stepped out of the framework of boxing, but the crow, who has rich experience in street fighting and boxing, knows when to raise his knees to defend and when to retreat.

Although at first glance, this gap is very detailed, but for those standing in the ring, whether the opponent retreats or defends, can derive countless changes, making the difficulty of the duel rise sharply.

"Hiding tricks from your own apprentices, you are really a rotten person."

Unable to find the flaw directly through the attack, the mad boy dragon tried to stimulate the crow again, trying to force the opponent's anger.

But just like the mad boy dragon, although the crow is usually irritable and irritable, when he steps into the ring, he is also surprisingly calm, and even in the face of the mad dragon's provocation, he can still put on an indifferent attitude.

"The apprentice of the church starved to death, I don't understand such a simple truth, no wonder you are useless, oh, when it comes to apprentices, I think of that one called Baalai, Yuezi, isn't it?"

When the two words Yuezi came out of the crow's mouth, the mad dragon's breathing suddenly became a little heavier.

This detail did not escape the crow's eyes, and when he keenly noticed that the other party's mentality had changed, the smile on the crow's face became even more proud, and he followed up: "Your apprentices are the same as you, they are all hard-boned, but no matter how hard and useful they are, they are not broken by me with a hammer." ”

"You're a hit!"

The mad dragon gritted its teeth, and bloodshot creeped up its eyeballs.

"Whew!"

The low sweep kicked out again, and the power was still amazing, but Li Wenhang in the audience frowned.

It's not good, this kid is crazy, and his anger has been provoked by crows?

As if to confirm Li Wenhang's conjecture, this time the crow did not dodge, but directly raised his knee to resist, followed by a homeopathic kick, and kicked on the lower abdomen of the mad dragon.

The center of gravity of the mad boy dragon was unbalanced, and he suddenly retreated again and again, but the crow was unforgiving, and pressed forward with the trend, and his fists were like a storm, blasting towards the mad boy dragon!

"Bang! Boom! Boom! ”

The crow's heavy punch, every blow is a loud sound, the mad boy dragon has no way to fight back, and when he finally survives a set of straight hook combination punches, he just wants to counterattack, but the crow has withdrawn and retreated, re-arranging the posture.

Horses, it's really tough.

The mad boy dragon rubbed the corners of his mouth, forcibly suppressed the restless desire to attack, and pulled the fist fight again.

"With this ability, you still want to avenge your apprentice? I think it's better to call your apprentice to help you collect the body! ”

The crow stepped forward again with nimble steps, and his jab went straight to the door of the mad boy's dragon face.

The mad boy dragon instinctively dodged sideways, but in the next second, he was directly hit by the crow's back hand swing punch!

Oops!

The mad dragon was shocked, knowing that he had been caught by a crow and was accustomed to the action, but it was too late.

And the crow who hit the opponent with a hook did not chase with a combination punch, but directly raised his leg and kicked hard!

"Bang!"

The mad boy dragon was kicked on the spot and fell into the ring in embarrassment.

"Wow, what a baa, it's already the fourth game, and it's another crushing game?"

"If you want me to say, if you don't crush it, there are ghosts, and you are talking about jokes when you are the name of the Dongying Five Tigers?"

"It's a pity that his life is declining, but he provoked Dongying's crows, hey......"

"There's a good sigh, the show has just begun, don't forget that he just interrupted Dong Yingzai's hand, the crow will never let him go so easily, hey, I'll come to baa when I say it, look!"

In the astonished exclamation of the audience, the crow had already stood in front of the mad dragon, raised his right leg, and took the head of the mad dragon as a football, and his kick was a fierce kick!

"Bang!"

With such a ferocious kick of the football, the mad boy dragon rolled several times in a row, lying on the ground on all fours.

Seeing this, the referee was about to step forward to slap the ground to count the seconds, but was grabbed by the crow.

"I haven't even played yet, count it, get away!"

Raising his hand to throw the referee aside, the crow stepped forward again, stepped on the chest of the mad dragon, jumped over the side rope and looked at Li Wenhang in the audience, and said with a sneer: "Little dragon, the most powerful boy under your hand has no ability, oh, by the way, aren't you the best at surrendering, do you want to surrender to keep him?" ”

Li Wenhang would not be disturbed by such a shallow agitation method of the crow, he just calmly stared at the mad dragon.

As long as he thinks that the mad dragon can't hold on, he will definitely throw out the white towel and admit defeat as soon as possible.

As for this last game, who should play......

Li Wenhang raised his hand, touched his glasses, and prepared to take them off.

If he loses this boxing match, he will pay Crow 7 million, and he is not interested in paying this money.

"I haven't lost yet, hit the streets!"

Just when Li Wenhang's hand was already on the frame of his glasses, the mad dragon, who was trampled on by a crow, suddenly spoke.

Then, before the crow could react, the mad dragon grabbed his ankle with both hands.

"Hold your mother, let me go!"

Stomping it twice, seeing that the mad boy dragon was like a dog skin plaster, and he had no intention of letting go, the crow had to lift his feet hard to withdraw, but how did he know that the mad boy dragon was waiting for this time!

As if tripping over a step, the crow fell uncontrollably backwards as the dragon let go of his hand.

Without wasting any more time to put on any boxing fights, the mad boy dragon propped himself up, jumped directly towards the stumbling crow, threw the crow to the ground, raised his fists and smashed wildly!

At this moment, the contest between the two sides has lost their skills, and there is no psychological level of offensive and defensive suspicion, they just follow the animal instinct of fighting and the burning anger in their chests, and beat each other.

"Bang! Boom! ”

The muffled sound of fists to the flesh continued one after another, the mad boy dragon pressed on the top position, smashing down with heavy fists, and the crow relied on the foundation of many years of boxing, trying to maintain the strength of the fist, trying to force the mad boy dragon back.

Ten strokes, twenty strokes, or more?

Even Xi Wei, who was watching the battle from the edge of the ring, couldn't count how many punches the two on the stage had punched each other.

He could only see that at the last moment, the fists of the two smashed into each other's faces at the same time, and the arms of the mad dragon fell limply, and the crow pushed him to the side.

Still lost?

Looking at the crow with a bloody face, he struggled to sit up, and Xi Wei showed unwillingness.

Almost, almost the crow was killed by the mad dragon!

"Siwei, go get the white towel."

Li Wenhang also sighed, ready to admit defeat before the crow got up to take revenge on the mad dragon.

But just as he turned his head and ordered Xi Wei, an exclamation suddenly erupted at the scene!

Don't......

Li Wenhang hurriedly turned his head and looked at the ring, only to find that the mad boy dragon had also sat up, reached out and wiped the blood on his face, and his eyes were staring at the frightened and angry crow.

"Come on! I, I'm just like you...... Haven't had a blast yet! ”