Church ran to the edge of the cage, and as he passed by Owu, he didn't forget to whisper to him: "Owu, work hard, don't let him survive the first round, I put a lot of money on you." ”

Dangdang, the gong sounds!

The boxing match has officially begun!

Owu jumped and rushed up like a brute bull. It seems that he has considered his tactics, and he is going to grab Qi Lang's neckline as soon as he comes up. Qi Lang didn't have a wooden sword in his hand now, in fact, Ao Wu didn't need to feel any worries at all, but he still wanted to control Qi Langxiang in the palm of his hand, and then slammed his nose flat with that punching bag-sized fist.

Qi Lang dodged Ouwu's thick arm in a circle, raised his right hand and threw a punch, but the jab that exerted all his strength only smashed into Ouwu's shoulder. The snap seemed to be just a cordial greeting between friends, and it didn't hurt at all.

"Come on, you shameless coward, don't fly like a fly!" roared Owu, whirring his fist.

Qi Lang knew how heavy that power was, and it was not at all something he could do head-on, and dodging was the only way.

However, the venue limited Qi Lang's range of movement, and although the boxing ring was five meters square, it was still too small after all. Qi Lang was slowly forced into the corner of the iron cage, and there was no way back behind him!

Ouwu's fist fell like raindrops, and it slammed into Qi Lang's arm one by one. It seems that Ou Wu has added a lot of strength training to himself in normal times, and any punch weighs hundreds of kilograms. Qi Lang was able to block a few times at first, but his defense line was quickly broken, and his forehead, shoulders, chest, and abdomen were ...... Punches in succession. In just a dozen seconds, Qi Lang felt as if he had been punched tens of thousands of times.

Bah!Bah!Bah!!

The crowd was already going crazy! They saw their chance, the match was almost over, and Ou had already sealed the win midway through the first round!

The climax of the game came so fast that the gamblers were already realizing that they were about to win and shouted excitedly. Especially Felix, he probably put a lot of money into it, and when he saw that the situation was completely developing according to his expectations, his face was already smiling.

Qi Lang was defeated!

Although he tried his best to block one of Owu's hooks with both hands, the force still knocked him to the ground!

Another hook punch hit Qi Lang in the chest hard, and he fell again! No problem, Qi Lang still had the strength to get up.

It was probably the longest three minutes Qi Lang had ever experienced in his life. Although he still had the strength to raise his arms to protect his head and face, the few punches that smashed on the top of his head alone had already made Qi Lang's consciousness begin to blur.

The frantic shouts on the sidelines could no longer reach Qi Lang's ears, and he felt as if he was in a peaceful palace, just in front of him, one by one, wooden figures were standing, and from time to time a stern voice came from behind him: "Kick your legs, sink your waist, swing your elbows, you are too slow!!" As the wooden man turned, the fake fist met him and slammed it firmly on his forehead!

"Oh!" came a frantic cheer from the sidelines!

It was a straight punch from Ou Wu that hit Qi Lang's forehead head-on!

Qi Lang flew up, like a ragdoll without resistance, and fell to the floor with a thud.

The punch was so heavy that people even wondered if the Oriental boy's skull had been shattered. Because when he flew softly in mid-air, it seemed as if he had lost his breath.

But Qi Lang knew he was alive, for he found that he could still breathe, and in his ear, a low, strange voice was clearly prompting: "Blood! You need to see your own blood, so you will remember how strong you are." ”

Qi Lang opened his eyes, and his eyes were covered by a red mist - it was blood flowing from his forehead!

"Tell me, you gave up!" Through the blood mist, Qi Lang saw Church's surprisingly tall nose. He was eagerly awaiting an affirmative answer.

"It's not time yet!" Qi Lang struggled to his feet.

A sigh of disappointment rang out all around. That Dongfang kid actually survived! It seems that the prediction of the end of the first round of the fight has been disappointed.

The long-lost gong sounded, and the first round ended.

Qi Lang survived, and although he was beaten badly, he still survived.

A significant number of people have already lost money, cursing has been heard one after another, and many gamblers are beckoning the dealer to make additional bets, hoping that Ou will not be so disappointing in the second round.

A minute's rest didn't seem to be enough, and Qi Lang grabbed the time to gasp hard. The physical exertion was beyond imagination, but Qi Lang felt that things seemed to have taken a turn for the better, especially after seeing his own blood, the pain on his body was not so strong.

Who shouted that?

It must not have been Gulf's voice, he was beside him, his face pale with fright, and it looked like he was shouting as hard as he could, but the voice had already been drowned out in the noise.

Qi Lang's eyes widened and he looked around. No one looked at themselves with kindness, and their shouts were hoarse, and no one made such a low and calm voice.

Who, exactly?

"Breathe hard, breathe hard...... "Gulf was so busy that he didn't know what he was talking about, "Oh my God, you've bled a lot, are you sure you can continue fighting?"

Qi Lang took Gulf's towel and scribbled a handful of blood from his forehead: "No problem, for the sake of your ten Bernies, I will definitely go to the end." ”

"Forget that," Gulf began to regret, "you must not be reckless. Compared to ten Bernies, your life should be worth a lot. ”

"Thank you for thinking so highly of me. Qi Langqiang squeezed out a smile, but it was clear that Gulf was not comforted by it.

The second round is here.

The crowd grew even more frantic, and the shouts from the sidelines almost outweighed the roars of the mutant ligers.

Woo!

Ou's fist is also more vigorous!

Qi Lang quickly returned to the situation of being passively beaten, and received a few more punches in the chest and ribs, and he could feel that Ouwu's fists were heavier this time. That minute's rest allowed the big man to fully regain his vitality, and the occasional taunt from the sidelines made him even more violent. He'll have to settle the fight in the second round, or he'll have a hard time giving an account to his loyal fans.

Hook punch, hook punch, straight punch! Aowu's fist no longer wants to find the space of Qi Lang's defense, as if what is in front of him is just a sandbag the size of a person, and blowing it up is the final victory!

Qi Lang was about to be knocked down almost every ten seconds, but this time he felt something different—of course, the sharp pain in his body had worsened, but he felt that everything was bearable, and it was as if a fire was burning in his head, burning all his nerves, so that the feeling of pain no longer affected him in the slightest.

All he needs now is to persevere, wait for Ou's strength to run out, and then look for an opportunity to fight back!

But the tide of battle was not so easy to turn around! punch after punch, Ou Wu still did not mean to be tired, although his brown-red skin was already covered with sweat, but driven by rage, he was also gritting his teeth and persevering.

For Qi Lang in front of him, Ou Wu has hated it for a long time. His first fool was due to this oriental boy, and it was because of that crazy swordsmanship that he became the laughing stock of all the corporals. "He's a stupid donkey, a stupid donkey with no brains. Amused by the oriental cat, he should have been introduced to Bell's Mill, and that was where he came in. This is the most sincere assessment of Felix and his buddies when they talk about him.

For these occasional taunts that would reach his ears, Owu couldn't bear it for a long time, and because of this, he made up his mind, and after Quill gave the order to retreat, he still stayed behind the rock, wanting to make a contribution to the white boys to see what kind of character he Ou was!

But it's still this Qi Lang who ruined everything again!

Ou Wu had always believed that it was entirely possible for him to take out the mutant liger with his own abilities. Of course, I may suffer some minor injuries as a result, and I will not be as intact as I am now. But compared with the credit being equally divided, what he is most unwilling to accept is that the thin Oriental boy in front of him actually has the courage not to lose to himself!

To do this, he had to win this boxing match and make the reality of that day completely rewrite it as he wants!

However, judging from the current situation, it is estimated that it will take a while for the boxing match to end, because the second round is nearing the end, and although he has smashed the oriental cat to the ground dozens of times, he doesn't seem to feel the slightest pain, and shakes to his feet again and again. At this moment, Ouwu's psychology had been shaken, and after he completed every beautiful attack, he would habitually assume that Qi Lang would still stand up and continue to stare at him with those calm and slightly angry eyes.

"Haven't three minutes passed?" Owu was already starting to feel tired, especially his heart was exhausted. He really needed to take a minute to adjust himself, and he didn't want to make eye contact with that anymore, which always gave him an inexplicable chill in his heart.

The gong sounded again, and the second round ended at the moment when Qi Lang had just straightened his waist.

Qi Lang took a deep breath and secretly felt his physical state - it wasn't bad, if the ribs were not broken, he could still be on top in the third round.