All-round Exercise System

　　 Although Feng Mo flicked a shot in the end, he did not kick him with his foot after all. It was indeed a violation, but it was only a minor violation and would only be warned.

　　 Although it seems a bit dramatic in this novice game, it can be attributed to the player's negligence of the rules, and it can also be seen as the opponent's use of the rules again.

　　 But in a real game, this kind of illusion will not happen, because sometimes something more outrageous, cruel and more direct may happen.

　　Who did you fake it? If you want to kick it, you really kick it recklessly!

　　 This is also one of the reasons why professional boxers cannot participate in the Olympics. Sometimes boxing becomes a dry fight as soon as the anger rises. Who cares about winning or losing?

　　 After a one-minute break between the scenes, Zhou Tingting wiped Li Jingzhe's sweat through a braided rope and fed him water.

　　 But compared to Feng Mo's situation where he had to apply ice and petroleum jelly, Li Jingzhe's side was much simpler.

　　 As he imagined, when this minute came, magic power appeared automatically, quickly repairing the minor injuries on his face and arms.

　　 Although he lost in the first round, it is not entirely a bad thing, because this round has allowed him to adapt to the environment on the boxing ring, and also find out the strength of his opponent.

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

　　 As expected, it was almost as he thought.

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

　　 He wants to hurt the opponent as much as possible within these three minutes, so that the opponent loses combat effectiveness because of the pain!

　　 But what makes Li Jingzhe a little bit surprised is that such a reckless play has allowed him to get a lot of small points, but the opponent can't spare time to counterattack because he wants to resist his rough attack!

　　 Just like that, three minutes later, Li Jingzhe won the second round with a small score of 9 to 6.

　　 After this round of bombing, Feng Mo had no intention of fighting at the moment, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and blood oozes directly from his arms.

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

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

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

　　 The fat man's fierce offensive in the second round just made them feel desperate. They knew that even if the black boxing gloves continued to fight, they would inevitably fail to escape.

　　 So the complaints of dissatisfaction soon disappeared automatically.

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

　　 Zhao Long smiled and asked, "How about it? Is it different from the game you imagined?"

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

　　 Looking at the two thousand dollars transferred to him by Zhao Long, Li Jingzhe ticked the corner of his mouth, and his complaint turned into admiration:

　　 "Well, this game is better than I thought! Without the opportunity you gave me Boss Zhao, how could I experience this different life!"

　　 Hearing this, and looking at the other person’s expression change just now, Zhao Long couldn’t help but laughed twice, patted the boy on the shoulder and said:

　　 "I played well, but I didn't let me down. Look at Boss Sun Yansun behind, his face is really ugly.

　　 "Usually we manage this club together, she doesn't help me look at her face, tusk, now I feel refreshed to see her like this.

　　 "But you will fight the young man under her in the next game. That young man doesn't look easy. Take a good rest and don't lose our face later."

　　 Li Jingzhe nodded silently and said nothing.

　　 During the rest of the game, he did not watch the game again, holding a thin quilt and chose to close his eyes and rest.

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

　　 About twenty minutes later, Li Jingzhe opened his eyes when he heard the referee's decision.

　　 Looking at the winner's arm raised by the coach's left hand, and then at the dejected loser who was holding his right hand, the boy's eyes were calmer than ever.

　　 A previous game has given him enough confidence. He believes that even if the opponent is a newcomer brought by the boss Sun Yansun, he may not lose.

　　 And he still remembers the contempt that the other party raised his **** to him and the contempt in his eyes!

　　 With a pair of gloves and teeth guards, Li Jingzhe, who once again stepped onto the ring, surprised the wealthy people in the audience.

　　 Other players will only play one game in a short time, because physical stamina and injury will affect personal performance.

　　 And if you win a game, you can earn tens of thousands, so you can rest at home for a few days and wait for the injury to heal before participating in the competition.

　　 It's really rare to be on stage like this fat man after only one game.

　　 But this does not prevent everyone from betting, but this time there are obviously more people betting on Li Jingzhe. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

　　...Looking at the “red fist” messages sent from a certain WeChat group on the phone, the white-haired old man sitting behind showed a deep smile on his face.

　　 This fat man brought by Zhao Long is really interesting.

　　……

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

"You are stronger than I thought. I heard from our boss that you reported for five games... But I don’t think you have a chance to play the third game. In this one, I will let you get down and let you know what a real game is. boxer!"

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

　　 Li Jingzhe glanced at the other person, frowned and said, "Why do you always like to say this kind of long line of passers-by? The real strong will have so many bb?"

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

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

　　 Li Jingzhe narrowed his eyes, but didn't 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 his opponent.

He directly made a left fist, but Chen Xiong did not immediately block it. Instead, when Li Jingzhe's fist was about to reach his face, he suddenly lifted both hands toward the upper right, and used the power of both hands to block it. Li Jingzhe's punch.

　　 was bounced back with a punch, Li Jingzhe looked at the opponent's Shen Ning face, and instantly knew that this opponent was stronger than the previous opponent by more than one grade!