Star of tomorrow

Qi Chen knew that Xiao Yong had practiced in a boxing gym for several years, signed a club with a mediocre reputation, and had not fought a few official matches. In order to make money, he also took a part-time job as a fitness coach. I met a young rich woman, and then moved to a bigger club, but I hardly won the game. In order to be famous and make money, the little rich woman asked someone to arrange this black boxing match.

Strictly speaking, the black boxing match in the Golden Triangle is not a real "black boxing". Although it is violent and has a gambling nature, it cannot kill people, and there are certain rules and restrictions, so it is still safe.

The "black" here simply refers to "gambling". Yucheng and even some wealthy businessmen from other places will come here for excitement. It is the best choice for money laundering and entertainment.

Compared with the high bets made by these wealthy businessmen, the natives of the Golden Triangle can only be regarded as small troubles at best, adding a little excitement to the numb life. It is almost impossible to get rich by this.

Qi Chen raised his legs and kicked. This is a Muay Thai move he is good at. It is full of power. It continuously kicks from Xiao Yong's calf to his arm. This requires huge waist and leg strength. Xiao Yong staggered to the side, his arm went numb instantly, and his face Showing a bit of vicious hatred.

The two stood together, their bodies contrasted sharply. Qi Chen was full of muscles without any excess fat, while Xiao Yong had a fair complexion and muscles on his body, but he was a little loose, especially on his stomach.

He jumped on the spot, looking for flaws in Qi Chen's body quickly, covered his face with his hands, bowed slightly, and immediately raised his leg to sweep back when Qi Chen was approaching, turned half a circle on the spot, and was caught by Qi Chen from behind. He hooked his legs and almost fell.

Xiao Yong didn't wear braces, and he cursed dirtyly. When he turned his head, Qi Chen punched him in the chest. The punch was fast and accurate. Xiao Yong leaned back on the octagonal cage, raised his hands and hugged his head, and was caught by Qi Chen. He was beaten hard on the arms and stomach.

"Fuck you..." Xiao Yong whispered, "You don't want money anymore, do you?!"

Xiao Zhang was in a cold sweat watching from below, ran to their side to pat the cage, and shouted softly: "Put it away! Keep it away!"

Qi Chen pursed his lower lip, pressed the man against the cage to his knees, his strength slowed down, Xiao Yong took the opportunity to kick the man away, punched Qi Chen in the face, and kicked Qi Chen to the ground with a flying kick. He rushed over and pressed hard on Qi Chen.

Qi Chen raised his hands to cover his head, and bent his knees to block Xiao Yong's knee that was pressing down. Xiao Yong punched him hard on the blocking arm, then pulled Qi Chen's ankle, and twisted it in the opposite direction.

Qi Chen kicked away violently, Xiao Yong immediately pressed down, his knees were on Qi Chen's chest, smiling condescendingly, he caught Qi Chen and beat him violently.

"You are awesome, no matter how awesome you are!" He scolded while beating, spitting all over the place, enjoying the moment, "So what if you win the prize? Why don't you have to be beaten on the ground by me! Can you get up? Get up!" Show me one! Has the money bent your spine?"

"Look at your virtue! I'll fuck you." With an elbow, Xiao Yong opened Qi Chen's blocking arm, and the two looked at each other instantly.

The roars and cursing from the audience were deafening, and even though Xiao Yong was not strong enough, Qi Chen felt a little dizzy and dull after being pressed and beaten so many times.

Satisfied, Xiao Yong raised his hand and made a provocative gesture, causing the audience to boo.

He said: "How about getting it done in one round? How about a TKO?"

Qi Chen closed his eyes, and with braces on his mouth, he said vaguely: "You move too much."

Xiao Yong didn't hear clearly: "What?"

Qi Chen exerted force under his feet, grabbed Xiao Yong's arm with one hand, and turned over in an instant.

Xiao Yong was crushed below, with a dazed expression on his face. Just as he was about to raise his hand to support the ground, Qi Chen punched him hard on the back, pressing down on his knees, so hard that he almost couldn't get angry, and elbowed back. , in the middle of Xiao Yong's temple.

Qi Chen lowered his body and pinned Xiao Yong so hard that he couldn't move. He mumbled, "This is how you use elbow strikes."

Xiao Yong was so dizzy that his ears were full of buzzing, and he couldn't hear what Qi Chen was saying clearly.

Xiao Zhang was about to scream at the sidelines: "Old Qi! Hold on!"

Ding--

When the 3-minute game time was up and the first round was over, the referee pulled Qi Chen away, and Xiao Yong was hurriedly pulled up by his assistant and coach.

Qi Chen sat on a chair in the corner, and Xiao Zhang came up with an ice bucket. While helping him with ice compresses, he twisted a handkerchief to wipe his body, and said anxiously, "What's the matter with you? What are you doing so hard? According to your style of play, he won't survive the second round!"

Qi Chen took off his braces, poured down half a bottle of ice water, panted and said, "How can I put water in his way of fighting like a peacock?"

"If he plays well, why is he still running here?" Xiao Zhang helped him relax his muscles, rubbed his legs and arms fiercely, and said, "I know this kind of opponent has wronged you, but it's right for us to take all the money." Right? You need to have some work ethic."

Qi Chen's jaw tightened, and he heard a lot of scolding behind him, and someone threw melon seed shells and pointed the middle finger at him.

Xiao Zhang said awkwardly: "Don't bother with them, how much did they bet? It's not your boss, so you don't need to take it to heart."

On the other side, because Xiao Yong didn't wear braces, his lip was cut and bleeding continued.

He rinsed his mouth with ice water, leaned on the octagonal cage and said angrily: "Damn, he hit too hard, is my back purple? Is it purple!"

The assistant said weakly: "It's still a competition anyway, even if you want to make the opponent let go, it shouldn't be too obvious. Put on the braces, don't underestimate him, that's Qi Chen."

The coach folded his arms with a sullen face, and said nothing. Xiao Yong glanced at him and snorted coldly: "What? I feel bad? I know you have been optimistic about Qi Chen before, but you are disappointed to meet him here?"

Xiao Yong thought that no matter how hard he tried these days, he couldn't win, and people around him always told him how pity Qi Chen was, he was unwilling to accept it, and with a weird pleasure of gloating, he sarcastically said: "No matter how talented you are, you can't win." What's the matter? It's not like you're making fake punches in this dark place, I read those reports and they said nothing wrong..."

The coach couldn't bear it anymore, and scolded: "Even if it's fake, you still have to respect my opponent! What kind of style do you play? Have I taught you? Are you here for entertainment? You watch too much WWE?"

Xiao Yong shut up, rubbed his cheeks painfully, took the braces and put them on.

The baby holding the sign twisted his slender waist in a circle, and his upturned buttocks swayed in front of Xiao Yong. Xiao Yong laughed a few times, stood up and stretched his legs, and said: "Don't worry, the second round will be won in one fell swoop. "

Ding--

When the game bell rang, the two sides were in position, and Qi Chen's eyes were heavy.

Ji Xing was a little nervous down there, because he didn't know much about the style of play and the rules. He couldn't understand it, and he could only hear the people next to him scolding while eating melon seeds: "Then what kind of things did Xiao Yong play? There are so many loopholes, Qi If Chen can still lose like this, there is really nothing to say."

"Look at him turning half a circle and sweeping his legs, what the hell? His back is completely exposed to the opponent, and his foot is not stable."

"Qi Chen is the best at ground skills. It's hard to justify not being ruthless."

Under the headlights, the two of them on the field were covered in sweat. Beads of sweat fell on the ground, and their skin shone slightly.

Ji Xing felt pain in his body, Xiao Yong punched him, and he couldn't help but hide to the side, his shoulders trembling, and his movements were a little funny.He clenched his fists subconsciously and muttered: "Fight back! Fight back! Hit him!"

"Lock him! Lock him!" The person next to him suddenly stood up and yelled loudly.

Ji Xing was startled, and saw Qi Chen hugging Xiao Yong and throwing him to the ground, with his arms crossed to lock one of Xiao Yong's arms, and his hands were pulling the opponent's hand out.

In this position, if the opponent does not surrender, it is easy to break the arm directly. It is a commonly used ground technique in MMA.

Ji Xing's eyes widened, thinking that the victory was decided, but Xiao Yong pulled his hand back violently, and then kicked Qi Chen on the side. Qi Chen bowed slightly, and Xiao Yong immediately rushed over, from behind Lock Qi Chen's arms, clamp Qi Chen's waist with his legs, clasp Qi Chen's wrist with one hand, twist in the opposite direction, and pass under the arm with the other hand to form a support point - ground technique, Kimura Lock is formed.

"Fuck! Fuck!" The person next to him cursed angrily, "You can break free like this? What the hell?!"

People in the rear also threw crushed beer cans and melon seed shells forward one after another, booing bursts.

Xiao Yong didn't care about the audience's booing, and smiled proudly: "You're acting well, aren't you? After playing here for two years, your acting skills have improved a lot? Admiration."

Qi Chen didn't speak, just put his face on the ground, looking at the noisy and dark crowd off the court.

Xiao Zhang was lying on the side of the cage and shouting something, but he couldn't hear clearly at the moment, the sweat slipped from his eyelashes, and hit the ground drop by drop, he could hear his violent heartbeat, rapid breathing, Xiao Yong's voice It seemed to come from far away, swaying slowly, mockingly said: "I don't think you will be able to return to the arena, why don't you develop your entertainment spirit, this business is really suitable for you? Maybe you can be a A black boxing star?"

Xiao Yong loosened his grip on Qi Chen's hand, he didn't intend to really break Qi Chen's wrist, it was just acting, not to the point.

He said in a low voice: "Okay, surrender, it's almost done."

Before he finished speaking, Qi Chen pulled his hand out suddenly, turned over and fell back, and then hugged Xiao Yong. He hugged Xiao Yong's head and punched him several times, then raised his knee to press Xiao Yong's abdomen. Yong kept retreating in order to avoid, and the coach behind him yelled: "Hold his leg! Hold his leg!"

Xiao Yong couldn't see where Qi Chen's fist was, but felt that his nose, mouth, and temples were being punched hard. Before he could dodge, Qi Chen strangled his neck with his arms and turned his head downwards. , with his forehead on the ground, and a bang in his heart—it's over!

"Guillotine!" The people around Ji Xing yelled again, "Break him! Cut the fuck!!"

Qi Chen took a deep breath, his biceps stretched out in a tight arc, the muscles were bulging firmly, and he even looked a little ferocious.

He firmly locked Xiao Yong's neck, and Xiao Yong kicked his legs on the ground fiercely, but he was powerless to resist.

Three seconds, five seconds, seven seconds...

Xiao Yong felt that he was starting to lack oxygen.

What is this man going to do?what to doReceive money and do nothing?Hold!