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Facing Cheng Gang who was a head taller than him, Zhang Hao said without any fear: "Your extreme boxing skills are nothing more than that, even if I stand here, you can't beat me."

This sentence is too arrogant, it is almost defiant.

Cheng Gang laughed angrily, with one hand behind his back, and the other clenched fist stretched out in front of Zhang Hao.

"I only use one hand. If I can't beat you within three punches, I will quit boxing!"

You must know that Cheng Gang is now a sub-heavyweight professional boxer, and his record in the national league is five wins and one tie, which is quite good.

Against an ordinary person, not to mention three punches, the winner will be decided within one punch.

No one thinks that Cheng Gang is too big, but Zhang Hao still stimulates him with words: "One hand? Forget it, then I won't move. Let's see if you can hit me?"

Cheng Gang couldn't wait any longer, and shouted violently: "First punch!"

As the fist struck like lightning, it brought a painful punching wind.

Zhang Hao focused on his fist, and at the critical moment, everything seemed to be in slow motion.

Take effect? The prayer for 1000 luck points has taken effect!
A one-in-ten-thousandth situation happened, Zhang Hao slammed to the left, and brushed his ear with his fist, but missed!
There was a sharp pain in his ear, but Zhang Hao didn't move for a moment, dodging Cheng Gang's first punch.

Cheng Gang was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Zhang Hao to escape.

For the second punch, he made some preparations. Although it was still with one hand, he used three feints in succession.

Zhang Hao handed over his body to luck and swayed at will, but in the end he escaped all the feints and dodged perfectly again!
This scene stunned the students of Jidao. They started from complete laymen, so they naturally knew the difference between professional boxers and amateurs.

It can be said that a master of the tenth stage of professional martial arts can't stop the three punches and two kicks of professional players in the ring.

But Zhang Hao escaped by standing still. Could it be that he is possessed by boxing champion Ali?

"It's the third punch, you should use two hands." Zhang Hao joked.

Cheng Gang gritted his teeth, and then shouted: "No, you will fall down with this punch!"

Then, he came up with a punch, seemingly completely unprepared.

Zhang Hao still used the old trick again, but as the false move was dodged, the opponent withdrew his fist and smashed it down in the air with an elbow.

This... really didn't hide.

At the critical moment, Zhang Hao kicked out violently, hitting the opponent's crotch.

It was this trick that made Cheng Gang cry out in pain, and then tilted his elbow a little, not hitting Zhang Hao's head.

"You fouled!" The Jidao crowd shouted angrily.

"I only said not to move, not to fight back, and this is not a game, what kind of rule is committed?" Zhang Hao said naturally.

This is really true, everyone can't find a loophole, but Cheng Gang glared at Zhang Hao, and said after a while: "Okay, I'll quit..."

"Is it necessary to quit after losing one move? Then I have already quit several times."

At this time, a strong and steady voice came from the door, and then everyone turned their heads, and saw a middle-aged man with a square face, a long upper body, a short lower body, full of masculinity, walked in quickly, and followed behind him There are also a few young people wearing professional team uniforms, all of them are like tigers and wolves.

"Master, I'm sorry!" Cheng Gang bowed his head.

"I've told you many times that no matter what opponent you encounter, you must not underestimate the enemy, let alone be impatient. If you don't listen, you will suffer a lot."

Since the visitor can make Cheng Gang so obedient and be honored as a master, who else is there besides the legendary boxer Zhou Hongtao?
Taking the place of Cheng Gang, Zhou Hongtao looked at Zhang Hao, only took a look, and said: "You have not practiced systematically, and you can escape Gangzi's three punches. It's amazing. But Jidao is not what you think It's so simple, my boxing skills are not something you can comment on at will!"

Facing Zhou Hongtao, Zhang Hao felt an unparalleled sense of oppression, and then looked over his head, a blood-red Siberian tiger with luck as high as 9000!

"I never wanted to provoke you Ji Dao, it was you who were aggressive!" Zhang Hao replied neither humble nor overbearing.

What he was referring to was of course Fan Hong's matter, and the two brothers were both masters of retribution for flaws.

"I know everything about Fan Hong. The apprentice should be taught by me as the master. It's not your turn to tell me what to do!" Zhou Hongtao said, Zhang Hao finally knew where their ethos of protecting their weaknesses came from.

"How about this, I just used a move just now, and I will not change the move. If you dodge, then this challenge is useless. From now on, when people from the extreme world see you, they will take a detour, how about it?"

Facing Zhou Hongtao this time, Zhang Hao didn't dare to be careless. He learned the boxing technique and set his posture.

But the next moment, he saw the ceiling.

The abdomen twitched for a while, and the severe pain spread to the whole body, even breathing was a luxury.

"Go back, we'll see you here in a month's time, I hope you won't let me down again."

Zhou Hongtao dropped those words and left.

Those professional boxers looked at Zhang Hao on the ground with a half-smile, as if they were laughing at his overreaching.

In the face of absolute power, the luck of luck was suppressed to the minimum. It can be said that even if Zhang Haohao threw ten thousand points, he could not avoid Zhou Hongtao's punch.

Zhang Hao was admitted to the hospital, and he was treated by an old doctor.

"Muscles are torn, internal organs are bleeding, and you need to rest for a month."

After the old doctor explained a few words, he left the ward, and Su Mingde walked in after him.

"Brother, why didn't you call me when you were fighting? Whoever beat you like this, I will avenge you!"

Looking at Su Mingde's expression of gnashing his teeth, Zhang Hao said unceremoniously, "It's Zhou Hongtao."

"Which one?" Su Mingde didn't seem to hear clearly, and asked again.

"Zhou Hongtao." Zhang Hao repeated.

"Uh, forget that. I remembered that I still have something to do, so I'll take a step ahead. I'll come see you tomorrow." Su Mingde looked up at the ceiling, and then wanted to go out.

"Is Zhou Hongtao really that powerful?" Zhang Hao asked again before Su Mingde was about to leave.

"Please remove the truth, okay?" Su Mingde said seriously.

"If I play against him, will I have a chance to win?" Zhang Hao changed his question.

Su Mingde turned around and said: "I, Su Mingde, have admired two people in my life. One is my master Gong Zhiwei, and the other is Zhou Hongtao. In professional boxing, fifty wins in fifty fights and fifty knockouts win, you think it's Bai Got it?"

This record... is really too much.

Hong Tao's fist, as one of the nine great legends, was never just talked about casually.

"Old Su, I have a good reason to fight him. Do I need to prepare anything?" Zhang Hao sighed and asked again.

"The coffin." Su Mingde replied unceremoniously.

"Damn it, you're so happy that I'm dead. I mean it."

Su Mingde rubbed his head and said: "Actually, I really don't know why you insist on fighting with him. But if you do fight, you must first learn the basic boxing skills and responsiveness."

Su Mingde was born in street fighting, and he has dabbled in all kinds of boxing skills.

When he introduced it in depth and simplicity, Zhang Hao couldn't help being interested.

It turns out that there are so many ways to fight, and fighting with the brain is much better than fighting with brute force.

"Old Su, from today on, you will teach me boxing."