"Are you sure you're conscious?" Gulf's face was frighteningly pale, and his tone was almost pleading as he said this, "Forget it, brother, give up...... He's going to kill you in the next round! I've never seen anyone get so many punches and hold out for three rounds. ”

Qi Lang rubbed his ribs, coughed twice, and spat out the blood: "I can still do it, Gulf." I'll fight back, please don't throw that towel!"

The buzz on the sidelines had become much quieter, and the gamblers were disappointed that they had indeed seen a good boxing match, but they were only a little short of winning, which made them very unhappy.

The odds that Qi Lang can finally survive three rounds have dropped, and there is probably only a ratio of one to three. Some bets have begun to be optimistic that Qi Lang can become the ultimate stander, which is due to the pressure of recovering the capital, and at the same time, they have also begun to believe in their hearts that this oriental kid should also do a lot of work to kill the vicious mutant liger beast - people's judgment of the truth is always involuntarily swayed by strength, which is really quite ironic.

The third round began quickly.

At this point, the situation on the sidelines is no longer as one-sided as it was at the beginning. Qi Lang could also hear his name ringing in the audience, and although it was far from the point where he could compete with his opponents, at least he had managed to win some support on his own. But he still flicked the switch in his head and closed his ears. He didn't need the agitation of that atmosphere, his own strength alone was enough to withstand Ou's heavy punches.

Owu looked slightly depressed, but the angry expression prevailed on his face. Ou Wu was also tired enough, and his heart was also suffering, but his determination did not waver, and he was still bent on defeating the thin opponent in front of him, and he alone occupied the twenty spirit stones!

"I barely recognize you, you look like you need a shoehorn to put on a hat. This time, instead of pounced on his iron fist at the beginning, he tried to humiliate his opponent first. He needed to strengthen his courage first, and at the same time test how much courage Qi Lang still had.

Qi Lang laughed contemptuously, his eyes were still so firm: "You don't recognize me, Ouwu, don't be kidding, you must have seen that I and my faith are standing here." But you're different, you're timid, I can see it, otherwise you wouldn't be talking nonsense with me. Didn't you always want to try how hard my nose is, what are you waiting for? It's here, come on!"

Owu was furious.

Indeed, as Qi Lang said, he already had some timidity in his heart. He lied in order to stir up controversy about his exploits, and even though it was a makeover decision at the instigation of Quill, AuU was ashamed of the move in his heart. He thought he could settle the battle quickly, but at that point, no one would care what the truth was, and people would only see that the victor deserved his merits.

But now, Qi Lang lifted the curtain with his own persistence, and the truth was clearly laid there. Oo can almost imagine how people will talk about this in the future - "The shameless Oo has hidden the truth, and he wants to take the credit that should belong to Qi Lang!"

Owu is furious!!

He pounced! The huge right fist was rounded, and the muscles of the whole arm seemed to explode, and the veins on it bulged, like a thick tree trunk tied to an iron hammer, and it made a whirring sound in the air!

Qi Lang stretched out his arms to block it, but the heavy punch still hit his ribs!

Bang!

Sharp pain in the heart!

Qi Lang stumbled a few steps, and before he could stand firmly, another heavy punch arrived! It was the hook fist of Aowu's left hand, fast and accurate, full of strength!

Bang!

Qi Lang flew up diagonally and fell to the ground with a thud. The punch to his right cheek was solid, and listening to the sound, one suspects that his cheekbone has burst open!

Qi Lang heard Gulf's exclamation, and looked to the side out of the corner of his eye in a daze: Gulf's pockmarked face was already flushed, and the towel was clutched in his hand, as if it was about to fly uncontrollably to the stage.

Qi Lang immediately came to his senses, he knew that he could still hold on, the game had reached this time, he couldn't give up no matter what! Qi Lang shook his head at Gurf, and struggled to get up halfway, and Ou's fists immediately smashed on his back!

Rumble!

Qi Lang slammed into the floor like a stone again, and the entire ring shook violently.

Referee Church guessed that Qi Lang's back had probably been broken, because this punch might even be able to smash the bluestone slab in two. He stretched out his hand to block Owu and cautiously stepped forward to read the seconds for Qi. But his actions proved to be completely superfluous, Qi Lang's two arms had already supported his body, like holding up a ten-ton rock, slowly, shaking, but he still stood up! Qi Lang suddenly leaned against the iron net, and his body seemed to have only the strength to breathe.

It's ridiculous!

Ou Wu couldn't believe all this in front of him, and his heart was already trembling involuntarily...... drove the whole body to tremble non-stop. He was a little scared, because he saw that Qi Lang actually had a smile on his face at the moment, it was a crazy smile!

"For God's sake!" someone in the audience shouted, "break his jaw!"

There is less than a minute left, and if Qi Lang is still standing on the stage in a dignified manner, it means that the vast majority of people will lose tonight's gamble.

Aowu is going to become the laughing stock of others, and Qi Lang will become a hero in people's mouths, and this, Aowu can't accept it anyway!

"Flatten you!" Auwu roared and pounced!

That straight punch was extremely strong, and the punch style alone had already made Qi Lang feel tremendous pressure!

It was definitely a punch that surpassed the beginner warriors!, because even Felix couldn't reach that momentum when he wheeled the wooden sword with all his might!

But Qi Lang had a strange feeling at this time, he felt that a faint breath was unconsciously instilled in his chest, as if it affected his eyesight, because in Qi Lang's opinion, Ou Wu's movements seemed to be unusually slow.

At the same time, the deep voice sounded in Qi Lang's ears again: "Take it, you can do it!"

"Take it?" Qi Lang asked back in his mind for a moment.

"Yes, take it! now!" the voice commanded.

Sideways! Raise your left hand!

Boom!

The shouts from the audience seemed to disappear in an instant, and Qi Lang found that his left hand was firmly against Ouwu's heavy iron fist!

The force was really heavy, as if it weighed thousands of kilograms! Qi Lang's back slammed into the wall surrounded by iron cables, making a rattling noise.

But Qi Lang still took the punch head-on!

"Fight back, straight punch!" the deep voice continued to order.

Qi Lang unconsciously shook his fist, and at the same time, a force spread from his chest to his arm!

"Phew!"

It was a lightning punch! fast, accurate, and without the slightest hesitation!

Ao Wu didn't even see how this punch came over, he only felt as if his nose had suddenly hit a hard hammer! Under the heavy blow, he fell out hard! How did Ao Wu not expect that Qi Lang actually had so much strength, and he could return the punch while steadily catching his full strength.

At the same time, he was also completely frightened by Qi Lang's eyes! It was a pair of blood-red eyes, from which he seemed to see a wolf, a white wolf!

The audience fell completely silent......

People forgot to shout, and even forgot to breathe. There was silence all around, only Qi Lang's gasps could be heard, and the sound of Ouwu's huge body falling on the floor, "Boom!"

Church, the referee and commentator, was completely dumbfounded, and just stood there stunned, his long chin as if he was about to drop to the ground. If he is a good referee, he should run up to Owu and start counting the seconds loudly. But he forgot it all - it was a shocking scene, as if a rock squirrel had just knocked over a brown bear with its tiny fist! Who could believe their eyes?!

Although his waist seemed to be about to straighten up, Qi Lang was still standing there, his body as steady as a rock. With just over twenty seconds left in the fight, it looks like he's won, he's the ultimate striker!

"So......" Church finally remembered his duty and twisted his face to Qi Lang, "I think it's time to declare you the victor?"

But Qi Lang pushed him aside: "It's not time yet, my opponent hasn't given up yet." ”

Opposite Qi Lang, Ao Wu struggled to his feet! Blood was already flowing from his nostrils, drooping over his thickly curly beard, staining his entire mouth red, as if he had just bitten the throat of a cow, and the smell of blood had driven him mad!

Owu's eyes were full of disbelief, and he, like everyone else, couldn't believe what had just happened. He stood up like an angry man-bear!

"Bastard, bastard! I'm going to tear you down!"

Ou roared loudly, looking like he wanted to salvage the situation, and pounced as aggressively as he had at the beginning, slamming his opponent with his own punches.

But he couldn't! The dizziness had not yet passed, and his legs seemed to be dragging two large lead balls, and despite all his strength, he still could not take a step easily. At this moment, Ou Wu is like a drunk and reckless man, if he can get out of an accurate straight line, it is already a miracle in the eyes of others.

And Qi Lang just leaned there, panting and waiting quietly. He was secretly accumulating his strength, just waiting for Owu to come closer, and then swing his fist accurately!

Dangdang!

The gong sounded, announcing the end of the game.

Church threw his tall and thin body between the two of them, and shouted with all his strength: "The game is over!