All-around exercise system

Chapter 72 Is this fist speed slower than me?
Boxing is a game that differentiates based on weight. Li Jingzhe is now over 220 kilograms, and his opponent is at least 172 kilograms, making him the group with the highest weight class.

Of course, because it is a novice boxing match, the weight requirements are not too strict, and there are even many lighter weight players who would rather have a fight with Li Jingzhe, who seems very dull.

Standing barefoot on the slightly cold ground, Li Jingzhe looked at his opponent who was half a head taller than him, and the expression on his face gradually became serious.

The magic power in the body can no longer be felt, and it has obviously been blocked by the system.The next thing he has to rely on is his own strength.

"My name is Feng Mo! What's your name?" The tall and strong black-gloved boxer asked with a smile.

"Li Jingzhe." The boy responded simply, stretching his fists constantly, jumping up and down in place, doing the final warm-up exercise.

"Your name sounds like a cultural person. If you don't read your dead book carefully, what kind of boxing will you participate in?"

Feng Mo threatened with some sympathy: "If you surrender now, you can still avoid the pain of flesh and blood, or don't blame me for being merciless later!"

"Oh, I don't blame you." Li Jingzhe replied blankly.

Such a casual attitude and flirtatious answer immediately annoyed Feng Mo. He snorted coldly and stopped talking.

After the one-minute warm-up, the two began to stand face to face at the coach's instruction. After the referee gave the order, Feng Mo quickly launched an attack.

The black fist magnified instantly in Li Jingzhe's eyes, and punched him directly on the left side of the face!
"Oh--!!"

There was a burst of exclamation in the audience. No one expected that the first minute would be born so soon.

The fat man stood there neither defending nor retreating, like a fool.

Zhao Long didn't have any expression on his face, but Zhou Tingting in his arms clearly felt that the other party's hand holding his shoulder was getting stronger.

As for the white-haired old man in the back, he smiled slightly, not paying special attention to it, but his eyes revealed a light of interest.

Li Jingzhe on the stage felt the pain on his face carefully.

Despite the 5-point "resistance attribute" bonus, it still made him feel the obvious sting.

"Is this the strength of a boxer? It's much stronger than those street gangsters!"

Li Jingzhe suddenly grinned, with a faint trace of blood lingering at the corner of his mouth.

Feng Mo on the opposite side shook his chin and showed a contemptuous smile.

The opponent didn't dodge such a simple punch just now, it seems that it is really the same as everyone discussed before, this is an iron waste.

Hurry up and get rid of the waste to get the bonus!
After all, if you can knock down the opponent and make the opponent unable to stand up within ten seconds, then you can directly win without playing four rounds.

Without further hesitation, Feng Mo raised his fist and approached the fat man again.

"call--"

Feng Mo hooked forward with his left fist, and because his speed and power were strong enough, he directly brought out the punching wind.

However, what he didn't expect was that the fat man, who was still standing there without any movement, suddenly leaned back, and while avoiding his short punch, his right fist directly hit his left fist!

Hitting fists and arms usually doesn't count as points, so Feng Mo didn't think of hiding deliberately, but it was because of this idea that it became a huge foreshadowing for this game.

"Bam—"

Li Jingzhe's right fist hit the opponent's left fist firmly.Feng Mo, who didn't take it seriously at first, felt a sharp pain suddenly coming from the tip of his fist!
"Holy shit!!" Feng Mo cursed, and raised his right hand while stepping back, "Referee, I suspect there are steel balls in the opponent's gloves! It was too painful to hit me just now!"
"It's not right! It's obviously not right!!"

Hearing this, there was an uproar in the venue, and the rich and rich wives immediately made dissatisfied voices.

It is not uncommon in the boxing world to stuff steel balls or other things into your gloves to improve your striking ability.

But such a thing is directly classified as cheating, and will be directly suspended for one year in regular competitions.

As the person in charge of the club, Zhao Long's expression changed after hearing Feng Mo's words. He quickly stood up to appease everyone, and then walked up to Li Jingzhe himself.

Without directly questioning the boy, Zhao Long just patted him on the shoulder and said gently: "I absolutely trust you. But..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Jingzhe took off the glove directly, handed it to the opponent, and then opened his fingers and turned it front and back a few times.

Zhao Long nodded, handed the glove to the referee for careful inspection, and got a negative result.

"There is nothing, the gloves are fine." The referee explained loudly to the audience.

Hearing this, the wealthy people off the court settled down again.

On the other hand, Feng Mo on the field looked suspicious:

"How is it possible!! There must be something in his glove, otherwise how could it be so painful to hit me with a glove?"

"If you don't believe me, check it yourself." Zhao Long threw the gloves to the opponent with a cold face, and then asked Zhou Tingting to get a brand new pair of gloves.

Feng Mo, who failed to check, could only look at his opponent with a livid face and cold eyes.

However, Li Jingzhe didn't even look at him at all, and just continued to do warm-up exercises on the spot to maintain his body's heat.

Zhao Long patted Feng Mo on the shoulder, smiled and said:

"This fat man is brought by me. Do you think I will find an ordinary fat man to give you money?"

After saying this, he ignored the stunned expression on the other side's face, and walked off the stage directly.

After Li Jingzhe put on the checked new gloves, the referee announced the continuation of the match.

This time, Feng Mo, who already had a psychological shadow, did not take the initiative to attack again.

It was obvious that Zhao Long had reminded him just now that if the opponent really hadn't cheated, then there was only one explanation for the severe pain in his left fist just now - that is, the strength of the opponent's boxing had far surpassed his!Reached a sufficiently frightening level!

Thinking about it carefully, the other party is so fat, and his strength is undoubtedly a natural advantage.

If this advantage is gone, then the opponent will not be interested in the owner of this club at all.

Seeing that Feng Mo hesitated and stopped attacking, Li Jingzhe couldn't help but frown.

Just now, he planned to be as immobile as a mountain, so as to respond to all changes without change.

As a result, the opponent now does not dare to bully him directly like before, so he will not be able to find opportunities to defend and counterattack like he did just now.

"Since you won't come over, it's up to me to launch the attack."

Li Jingzhe raised his fist in front of his face while maintaining his body beating. Suddenly, he took a step forward, and the fist in his hand hit Feng Mo's face with a "boom" like a hammer!

"I'll go! Who told me that this punch is slow?"

(End of this chapter)