All-around exercise system

Chapter 74
Although Feng Mo feinted his shot at the end, he didn't kick him after all. It was indeed a violation, but it was only a slight violation, and he would only be warned.

Although it seems a bit dramatic in this kind of novice competition, it can be attributed to the negligence of the rules by the players, and it can also be regarded as another use of the rules by the opponent.

But in a real game, there will be no such fakes, because sometimes things that are more outrageous, brutal and more direct than this may happen.

Who the hell came to fake it with you?If you want to kick it, you really kick it recklessly!
This is one of the reasons why professional boxers cannot participate in the Olympics-sometimes when the anger comes up, boxing becomes a fight, and who the fuck cares about winning or losing?

During the 1-minute break, Zhou Tingting wiped Li Jingzhe's sweat through the braided rope and fed him water.

However, compared to Feng Mo's situation where both ice compresses and Vaseline were applied, Li Jingzhe's side was much simpler.

Just as he imagined, when the 1 minute came, the magic power appeared automatically, quickly repairing the not serious injuries on his face and arms.

Although he lost in the first round, it wasn't entirely a bad thing, because this round had allowed him to adapt to the environment in the boxing ring, and he had also figured out the strength of his opponent.

In the next three rounds, as long as he keeps attacking, with his strong offensive power, the opponent may not be able to survive the third round.

Sure enough, it was about the same as he thought.

After the second round started, Li Jingzhe directly gave up the idea of ​​scoring and preventing the opponent from scoring, and continued to attack the opponent desperately.

He must try his best to injure the opponent within these 3 minutes, so that the opponent loses combat effectiveness because of the unbearable pain!

But to Li Jingzhe's surprise, such a reckless style of play allowed him to score a lot of small points, but the opponent had no time to counterattack because he had to resist his rough attack!

In this way, 3 minutes later, Li Jingzhe won the second round with a small score of [-] to [-].

After this round of bombing, Feng Mo has no fighting spirit at this moment, his nose is bruised and his face is swollen, and blood is seeping from his arms.

After the referee discussed with Feng Mo, the latter directly chose to admit defeat for the sake of his own safety.

Such a scene immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of all the local tyrants in the audience.

But since everyone will participate in boxing matches, they naturally understand the rules of the game.

The fat man's fierce offensive in the second round just now made them feel desperate. They knew that even if the black boxer continued to fight, he would not be able to escape the result of failure.

So dissatisfied complaints quickly disappeared automatically.

Li Jingzhe got off the stage and leaned heavily on the previous seat.

Zhao Long on the side asked with a smile: "How is it? Is it different from the game you imagined?"

Li Jingzhe was about to complain, when suddenly the phone rang.

Looking at the 2000 yuan that Zhao Long transferred to him, Li Jingzhe hooked his lips, and the complaints on his lips turned into admiration:
"Well, this competition is more exciting than I imagined! Without the opportunity you gave me, Boss Zhao, how could I possibly experience this different life!"

Hearing this, and seeing the change in the other party's expression just now, Zhao Long couldn't help laughing twice, patted the boy on the shoulder and said:
"It was a good fight, and it didn't disappoint me. Look at Boss Sun Yansun behind him, his face is really ugly.

"Usually we manage this club together, and she often gives me a look, tsk tsk, now I feel secretly happy seeing her like this.

"But you will fight the young man under her in the next game. That young man doesn't look easy, you should take a good rest, and don't embarrass us later."

Li Jingzhe nodded silently and did not speak again.

He didn't watch the game during the break, and chose to close his eyes and rest while hugging a thin quilt.

However, the rich people around cheered or sighed from time to time, telling about the fierce competition in the field.

About 10 minutes later, Li Jingzhe opened his eyes after hearing the referee's verdict.

Looking at the winner's arm raised by the coach with his left hand, and at the dejected loser held by his right hand, the boy's gaze was calmer than ever.

The previous match had built enough confidence in him. He believed that even if the opponent was a rookie brought by boss Sun Yansun, he might not lose.

Moreover, he still clearly remembered the other party's raised middle finger and the contempt in his eyes!

Putting on his gloves and mouth guard, Li Jingzhe stepped into the ring again, which surprised the rich people in the audience.

Other players will only play one game in a short period of time, because physical fitness and injuries will affect their personal performance.

And if you win a game, you can earn tens of thousands, and you can completely recuperate at home for a few days, and then participate in the game after your injury recovers.

It's really rare that this fat man came on stage after only one game.

However, this did not prevent everyone from betting, but this time there were obviously more people betting on Li Jingzhe.

…Looking at the messages of "Red Fist" sent out in a certain WeChat group on the mobile phone, the white-haired old man sitting behind had a meaningful smile on his face.

The fat man brought by Zhao Long is really interesting.

……

Li Jingzhe looked at the young man in front of him and the contemptuous smile on his face, but he still kept a calm expression.

"You are stronger than I imagined. I heard from our boss that you signed up for five games... But I don't think you have a chance to play the third game. I will let you get down in this game and let you know what is real boxer!"

The young man named Chen Xiong couldn't speak very clearly because of his mouthguard, but the arrogance in his tone was still strong.

Li Jingzhe glanced at the other party, frowned and said, "Why do you always like to say this kind of passer-by's lines? The real strong can bb so much?"

Chen Xiong's expression changed suddenly when he heard the plain but obviously sarcastic words.He opened his mouth, he didn't know how to refute for a while with only a junior high school education.

In the end, all the resentment can only be turned into a low sentence: "Draft it!"

Li Jingzhe narrowed his eyes slightly, but did not get angry.

On the ring, fists are more powerful than words!
When the referee's big hand fell, Li Jingzhe took the lead in launching an offensive towards the opponent.

He directly threw a left fist, but Chen Xiong didn't block it immediately, but when Li Jingzhe's fist was about to hit his face, he suddenly raised both hands towards the upper right, and parried it with the strength of both hands Li Jingzhe's punch.

A punch was bounced back, Li Jingzhe looked at the opponent's solemn face, and knew in an instant that this opponent was more than one grade stronger than the previous opponent!
(End of this chapter)