Smack-

Although it didn't hit any object, the end of the fist brought a strange breaking sound. It was like a soft braid thrown out and then snapped away, using the second acceleration of the whirl to pull the air.

This strange situation made Ren Yihua's chest depressed and extremely uncomfortable.

If Zhou Xiaoyu faked an empty fight, he would not be able to shake Ren Yihua, who has suffered a loss now, but Zhou Xiaoyu is really fighting, but he is not beating, which makes Ren Yihua, who is in the induction, be induced, but immediately judge that he should not make a move. In this way, the sudden reeling of the mind is also pulled like the violent reeling of the whip.

It can be said that Zhou Xiaoyu's punch was in the air, but the real impact was in Ren Yihua's heart.

Ren Yihua took half a step back as if he had been punched, and at the same time that his chest was depressed, his throat was salty, and blood was already gushing up.

But Zhou Xiaoyu was also not happy, the strongest leopard pierced the fist and hit in the air, there was nowhere to go, all by himself, when it was the pull from the muscles and bones, he was a little unbearable, and like Ren Yihua, his throat began to gush blood.

This kind of didn't really fight, but it made the opposing sides almost spurt blood and retreat, and they couldn't understand it when they saw that everyone was staring.

Only Miyamoto shouted, "Okay." ”

While retreating from each other in the field, Ren Yihua forcibly cheered up his spirit to respond, if there was no mistake in judgment and he had a gap, Zhou Xiaoyu's intensive attack from pure foreign boxing would hit like a wave.

But Zhou Xiaoyu didn't move, and still held onto it, which once again made Ren Yihua mentally fall into passivity.

At this point in the fight, Miyamoto and Du Bing saw that there was no longer the possibility of separating the winner or loser, and there would be no more fierce confrontation, because both sides were exhausted and overdrawn, and only the spirit was supported.

There is only one ending to consumption: both sides are consumed to death!

Sanyuan looked at the venue coldly and whispered, "Miss Du Bing? ”

Du Bing shook his head and shouted: "Ten percent, there's no need to talk about it." ”

Sanyuan looked at her and smiled: "It's not easy for the family to make some money, do I admit victory or defeat?" ”

Du Bing snorted coldly: "You little family is angry." I dare to use your money, and naturally dare to admit defeat. This is a common practice, if you lose, count me, and you will always have 10% gain. ”

Sanyuan nodded with satisfaction: "I wonder if Miss Du Bing is free tonight, so let's open champagne together to celebrate the beginning of our cooperation?" ”

Du Bing wanted to scold him a little bit, but it was hard to say, since the agreement had been reached, it was natural to open champagne, even if it was superficial work.

Wang Kenaiquan, who noticed this, didn't look at it, because he couldn't understand it, so he came over curiously and said, "Is there a party?" Can I come? ”

Du Bing gave her two white eyes, thinking, what's the mess?

Of course, on the surface, Sanyuan nodded and said, "Of course you are welcome." ”

Sanyuan looked at Miyamoto again and asked, "How is this fight?" ”

Miyamoto whispered in Japanese, "There is no more real and wonderful martial arts than this." No one will be spared. ”

Only then did Sanyuan feel more satisfied, and sure enough, the Nine Dragons Pavilion gave enough face and sent Ren Yihua, who was known as the third dragon, to fight this time, and did not fake because of Du Bing's face.

He walked into the arena and said: "What Miss Du Bing said before is right, competition is competition, not hatred, there is no need to get to the point of life and death." I propose to stop here, I wonder if the two of you will give face? ”

According to the rules, since there is an agreed fair fight, unless the two people in the field agree, outsiders should not interfere, but in view of the fact that the real cause is Sanyuan, and Sanyuan's identity is relatively special, Ren Yihua, who was sweating like rain, showed a difficult smile: "Mr. Sanyuan is happy." ”

He seems to have difficulty speaking, although he didn't do Boss Du's explanation, but it can be regarded as complete.

Sanyuan turned his head to look at Zhou Xiaoyu again, Zhou Xiaoyu was like a dying little tiger, still staring.

"Don't fight, come back, this time it's a tie." Du Bing greeted Zhou Xiaoyu in time.

After hearing the boss's words, Zhou Xiaoyu, who was only supported by one breath, fell to the ground with a plop. After that, Ren Yihua in the distance also shook a few times and sat down on the spot.

Sanyuan looked around and said, "That's a fit." Thank you for sending me money. He looked at Du Bing again: "Miss Du, we'll see you later." ”

After speaking, he slowly left with Miyamoto.

That Wang Kenai looked left and right and no one paid attention to him, and ran out after him: "Alas, wait for me, I haven't given you money yet... ”

Ren Yihua has a group of younger brothers to serve, but Zhou Xiaoyu is the only one lying alone and gasping.

Du Bing came over and sat next to Zhou Xiaoyu on the spot, and let him rest without disturbing.

This fight was the most intense, but it was the least hurtful, mainly because of the physical exhaustion, and this situation required relaxation and rest.

Someone brought the basin, a small amount of water in the basin, a large amount of ice, Ren Yihua's beaten hand was already purple and red into the basin, and a cold compress was applied.

Du Bing said: "Take another pot." ”

The group of guys looked at each other, although they were a little unhappy, but they didn't dare to raise the bar with Du Bing, and someone immediately sent another pot.

Du Bing took matters into his own hands and put Zhou Xiaoyu's reddened hand into the basin for a cold compress.

Zhou Xiaoyu's fierce wheezing, his physical overdraft was the most serious, and his lungs were already faintly painful.

A coolness came from the almost numb hands, and gradually felt it. Zhou Xiaoyu said: "Thank you, boss, I'm sorry for your trouble." ”

Du Bing snorted coldly: "It's strange, I'm really your boss?" What I say you say like a dog barking? ”

Zhou Xiaoyu said: "No... ”

"Shut up!"

Du Bing felt aggrieved in his heart. Although in principle, the passivity of the Sanyuan Division is not directly related to Zhou Xiaoyu, but it is always a little implicated. She still put the fire on Zhou Xiaoyu's head.

Zhou Xiaoyu doesn't quite understand where the boss got such a big fire? I don't dare to open my mouth to scold casually.

The sunlight that came in obliquely from one side of the glass was getting lower and lower, and slowly becoming dim, and in the blink of an eye it was past seven o'clock.

Ren Yihua, who had already changed his clothes and had gauze wrapped in his hands, walked out of the side rest room surrounded by a group of people, and when he arrived in front of him, Ren Yihua stared at Zhou Xiaoyu for a while before saying, "Are you okay?" ”

Zhou Xiaoyu nodded.

"That's good, it's strange and difficult to fight with you, I hope there will be a chance to fight in the future."

After Ren Yihua finished speaking, he looked at Du Bing and said, "I'll go over first, and I'll see you later." Be careful of the Japanese, be careful of your people. ”

Du Bing frowned: "What does Brother Hua mean... ”

Ren Yihua said in a low voice: "Sanyuan was facing me when he stopped, and I am familiar with that kind of look." Sanyuan is unwilling. He is a frivolous man, and the Japanese have always valued face and dignity, and I don't think it's over. You look at it. ”

After Ren Yihua finished speaking, he left with a group of people, and the hall seemed quieter.

Du Bingcai muttered: "You dog day Sanyuan, I know it's not that simple, bastard, blackmail me ten percent with a boxing match, and scheming?" ”