I can see luck value

Zhang Hao had never paid attention to boxing gyms in this city before. Even if he passed by this block, he only thought it was a memorial hall or exhibition hall. He never thought that this was actually a boxing gym.

The two-story building of the boxing gym is designed with an all-steel structure and large glass curtain wall. The gate is also a three-meter-high tempered glass door. The brass handles on both sides are engraved with the logo of Jidao.

As Fan Hong pushed the door open, there was an empty practice field inside, with thick sandbags hanging around, wooden stakes and exercise equipment installed on the ground, dozens of students wearing dojo uniforms were currently training there.

When Zhang Hao was surrounded by people, they all turned to look at him, and couldn't help but stop what they were doing.

"Coach Wang, please be the referee, please follow the rules of the International Kickboxing Council." Fan Hong found a bald man, and at that time he was instructing a student to perform weight-bearing squat training.

It wasn't the first time to compete in the gymnasium, and Coach Wang was very straightforward and immediately agreed.

But when he took out the protective gear, Fan Hong looked at Zhang Hao and said, "No need for this, just take out the letter of responsibility, this time we are in an official competition."

Coach Wang was stunned when he heard the words, is there an official match in the gym?What happened to this Senior Brother Fan?
When Coach Wang looked at Zhang Hao, he remembered something in his heart.

I heard that Fan Hong's younger brother was beaten inhumanely, maybe it was the one in front of him who did it.

"Senior Brother Fan, this is a bit out of order, do you need to ask Master Next Zhou?" Coach Wang whispered.

"Don't bother master, sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes, take care of your own affairs." Fan Hong changed his clothes on the field. When he took off his shirt, his sharp muscles and eight-pack abdominal muscles made people feel to a sense of oppressive power.

It was inconvenient for Coach Wang to persuade him, and then he came to Zhang Hao, handed him the game information and said, "You can fill in this, and then I will explain the rules to you."

Zhang Hao didn't say a word, just let Coach Wang talk beside him, while other people in the boxing gym surrounded him. This kind of excitement is not common.

Private fights are not allowed in the gym, but if it's a negotiated match, then it's fine.Therefore, Fan Hong applied for the boxing gym competition as early as yesterday, and paid the relevant fees out of his own pocket.

If something goes wrong in a game that has been reported, it is also my own bad luck.

After Fan Hong changed his clothes and wrapped his fists, he pressed the rope with both hands, jumped onto the ring easily, and pointed at Zhang Hao.

Zhang Hao also imitated Fan Hong's appearance, took off his coat, and then revealed a slightly fat body. Of course, 20 points of physical strength are contained in his muscles and bones, but the fat that has not been exercised cannot be removed.

He stepped onto the ring, looked at the rope loop that almost reached his chin, sighed, and passed through the middle of the rope circle.

Seeing his performance on stage, there was booing immediately.

The two are standing face to face on the ring at this moment, but the difference in stature is too obvious.This is pure amateur and semi-professional confrontation.

Coach Wang gave another instruction on the rules of the game, and then turned on the special camera for the game, announcing the start of the game.

As soon as the words fell, Fan Hong rushed over with red eyes, like a wild horse that had run loose.

He had been waiting for this moment for a whole day, and all he wanted to do now was to beat up the man in front of him and avenge his brother.

However, Zhang Hao hadn't given him a chance to get close. He moved his feet nimbly and kept circling around the rope circle to avoid the opponent's attack.

If Fan Hong couldn't catch up with the opponent, he couldn't use his sharp punches.

The audience below watched these two running laps around the ring, and were immediately speechless.I've watched so many games, whether it's a spectator match or a promotion match, I've never seen this style of play.

Fan Hong kept his pace at the beginning and chased after him, but he couldn't hold back Zhang Hao and let himself go and run all over the field.

How can you catch up with someone who is playing hide-and-seek?

Fan Hong couldn't help feeling impetuous, and simply let go of his posture, and rushed over.

Now it's all right, the two of them seem to be playing eagles and chickens in the ring, watching the figures flying around, but they didn't hit a single punch.

Coach Wang finally couldn't stand it any longer, stopped the game in time, and then warned both sides, especially Zhang Hao: "If you continue to do this, I will judge you to lose."

It doesn't matter if you lose, but Zhang Hao won't just admit defeat.

"This is my tactic. Is it not a foul to use the tactic?" Zhang Hao replied lightly.

"That's almost enough. Many people are watching." Coach Wang could only exhort.

With a wave of his hands, the game started again, and this time Zhang Hong directly rushed over with a tiger.

He calculated that Zhang Hao would definitely run away, so he made preparations, and this blow directly blocked his escape route.

However, things are not as he thought.

Zhang Hao not only didn't retreat this time, but went to meet him, got under Fan Hong's stomach, and then punched him in the air.

This is... a sliding shovel?
Legend has it that an antelope can cut through a tiger's belly with a sliding shovel, but ends up in the tiger's stomach.

Now Zhang Hao still uses a sliding shovel, but...

This punch missed Fan Hong's stomach, it was half a beat behind, and after a few inches, it hit the softest part of the lower abdomen.

Fan Hong wailed, and knelt down on the ring, leaning his head on the ground, with a grim and painful expression.

"Foul!" Coach Wang immediately warned Zhang Hao.

"Okay, I will pay attention, but please tell this person, it's okay, don't jump so high, it's hard for me to grasp the rhythm."

Zhang Hao said so, and then started bouncing up and down on the ring, constantly changing positions, looking very professional.

But an insider saw that this guy's footsteps were flimsy, his arms were not in place, and he was a layman at all.

"Brother, fuck him directly, if he still runs away, let's beat him together!"

After all, it was Fan Hong's home court, and the group of students below was filled with righteous indignation.

"Don't worry, I will never run this time."

Zhang Hao made a gesture of understanding, and then took the initiative to rush over.

Fan Hong subconsciously covered his crotch, and then counterattacked with a punch.

There was only a muffled sound, this sense of real hammer, did you hit it?

Fan Hong looked back, but did not see Zhang Hao's figure.

Frightened, he was hit on the side of the face with a heavy punch, staggered and almost fell.

The cheering crowd stopped abruptly. What's wrong with Fan Hong? He couldn't dodge this punch?

In their eyes, Fan Hong swung his fist into the air, and was hit hard by Zhang Hao before retracting his fist. Is this his level?

In fact, Zhang Hao himself knew that this punch he used the skill of whoever holds the chess piece, and manifested a puppet on the chessboard.It's just that only Fan Hong can see this puppet, while other people are not in the chess game and cannot see it.

Fan Hong's face turned red in an instant, and he accelerated his attack under impatience, and punched him with a set of fierce combinations.

It's a pity that these fists either missed or hit the puppet.

And Zhang Hao took advantage of the gap, and punched him with a punch, hitting the opponent's nose and face bruised.

Zhang Hao is not so much punching as he is teasing Fan Hong with his luck and skills. In addition, Fan Hong has lost his way and his strength is only [-]% of his original strength.

After another punch was missed, Fan Hong tripped over his left foot and landed heavily on the ground. This time he couldn't get up.

And at the end, he clearly heard Zhang Hao's joking voice: "That's all there is to Ji Dao, you're blind to your size for nothing."