The heavens preach

"I! Want! Hit! Heavy! Quantity! Level!"

Chapter 39 Gossip hand black, take off the helmet behind the head!

In a high-end mansion in the port city.

Panol's broad palm was holding a small sandwich, which was very visually contrasting.

And he watched the news on TV with the other hand, it was Chen Xixiang who challenged him.

Guru

Panol stuffed half of the sandwich into his mouth in one gulp, and after eating it, he laughed loudly: "These Orientals are really interesting, well, I'll play with them."

His assistant frowned and said, "Mr. Panor, you don't need to waste time on them."

"NO! NO! NO!"

Panor waved his fingers, an inexplicable cruel smile flickered in his eyes:

"That Mr. Bruce Lee became popular all over the world because of this so-called Chinese Kung Fu. I am very interested in it."

The assistant said helplessly: "My husband, you know, Chinese Kung Fu is just a Bruce Lee movie."

However, Panor did not listen.

After all, this is not the first time.

When had Parnor ever heard his advice?

The assistant also seemed to understand Panol's psychology.

He really enjoys the process of stepping on the dignity of the people of other countries. This is true for seven consecutive victories, and the same is true for uttering wild words on the podium.

Agreeing to this duel today, too.

There is a kind of person who naturally likes to gain a sense of superiority by humiliating others.

This is already the second day that Chen Xixiang challenged the heavyweight class through the TV channel.

There has never been such a thing as a middleweight leapfrogging to a heavyweight in any boxing world.

No event would allow such a match to take place.

So this fight will be held in a boxing club.

Now it's such a big deal.

The only venue that is qualified to take over this "amateur fighting" is the King of Fighters Club, the largest boxing center in Hong Kong.

The date and location of the fight are not secret.

I don't know how many people want to witness this "highly anticipated" duel live.

However, the King of Fighters Club is a high-end membership club after all, not everyone can enter.

Therefore, almost ninety-nine percent of the reporters and the audience who wanted to witness live were blocked from the door.

in the club.

Martial arts stars such as Fang Loon, Chen Jinbao, and Hong Ye, as well as boxers from all over Hong Kong, most of them came to this place in advance.

In the club, a pair of eyes stared openly or secretly at the young man in white sitting at a table by the door.

He was dressed in a white exercise uniform, the standard was a Tang suit, and the battle was imminent, but he didn't seem to be nervous or anxious at all.

I don't know who even offered a pot of green tea to Chen Xixiang, letting him have a slow taste there.

Sudden.

There was a commotion outside the club.

Fang Long immediately said in surprise:

"This is coming."

Chen Jinbao and Hong Ye also looked over.

Crowded by the excited and fanatical reporters outside the door, as well as many people from all over Hong Kong who flocked here to watch the fun, Panol, who was brought in by the security guard, looked at him with a pair of vulture-like eyes and a cruel smile. Seeing everything in the King of Fighters Club.

Afterwards, he glanced at Chen Xixiang who was sitting there.

Chen Xixiang stood up at the same time.

this moment.

Many people who used their identities to come here have already quietly turned on the video recordings, and even took pictures and posted them on the Internet.

Everyone knows that the result of today's duel, no matter what, is another big news.

As the owner of the local home court, coach Luo Ge coughed at this moment, stood up, and said:

"Today's duel is a private group arena. I have something to say first. Any personal accidents during the duel will be taken by me. In order to ensure that both parties are not responsible afterwards, please sign the Accident Liability Agreement in advance."

Chen Xixiang had already signed this book.

Since being nailed to the ground by Chen Xixiang's fist last time, Brother Luo has been in awe of Chen Xixiang, but he is still very worried about the outcome of today's match.

Panol grinned, and immediately picked up a pen and signed his name in a fluttering motion.

He glanced around at everyone present, and his eyes lingered on Fang Long for a while. Obviously, he could easily recognize the internationally famous martial arts superstar.

Then, he said something loudly to everyone present in a foreign language, and his tone was full of teasing.

Many boxers frowned, after all, they didn't understand.

Soon someone translated:

"Kung fu? Oh my god what a sad country, let me tear that poor fig leaf off your pants today"

In the boxing club, the faces of many people changed.

Cheng Hui's expression was not good, and he cursed: "This foreign devil's mouth is still so stinky."

If it wasn't for him triumphantly insulting the oriental race after winning the game, he wouldn't be scolded by the whole Chinese. Today he still hasn't improved a bit, and continues to spout shit.

Chen Xixiang's tone was flat: "It's useless to talk too much, come on."

He beckoned and stepped forward.

This is a private game, so there is no need for a formal arena, and there are no rules.

Many people gave up a large space for the two early on.

Panor also stopped talking.

He ignored the words of the assistant who frowned and tried to persuade him.

boom!

After the field opened, Luo Ge called out to start, and immediately Panol rushed towards Chen Xixiang like an African bison.

Two hundred catties of weight!

The height of 1.8 meters four!

Coupled with his violent and brutal record in the arena.

Under his shock, many people couldn't help but feel fear in their hearts.

With a distance of four or five meters, Panor rushed to Chen Xixiang without any fancy attempts.

His heavy punch seemed to explode the air.

What skills are needed for a heavyweight boxer of two hundred catties to beat a man of one hundred and thirty to forty catties?

Weight is power.

Power is everything.

But at the same time, Chen Xixiang gathered his energy and spirit in an instant, and everything in his field of view was concentrated on Panor and the punch in front of him.

In an instant.

Chen Xixiang exerted strength all over his body, all the big muscles in his body trembled for it, and immediately stretched at the same time, and then he bounced vigorously!

collapse!Snapped!

The moment Ming Jin fired, his whole body exploded like firecrackers.

Right hand pinch hammer,

One punch!

This punch directly hit Panol's casserole-sized fist.

Between punches and fists.

boom!

There seemed to be a big drum in the air that was violently hit, making a muffled sound.

Everyone at the scene gasped.

Fang Long's heart trembled at this moment.

They never expected that Chen Xixiang didn't dodge anything, and directly punched Panol hard with his own fists.

And the result of this punch

It was Panol who showed a panicked expression and felt the terrifying force behind Chen Xixiang's fist. Unprepared, he stepped back a little under the confrontation of fists.

"My God, there can be no such thing!"

A young man with a height of 1.7 meters is almost as strong as himself who is two hundred catties after punching!

Panor's eyes were red, he absolutely couldn't believe the power of this punch!

This is absolutely not in line with his cognition, not in line with human mechanics!

Chen Xixiang's eyes were always indifferent, and his face was as cold as a pool. After throwing out a punch, he continued

boom!

Between the shock of the footsteps.

Chen Xi stepped forward like lightning, his whole body has been fully trained, after the muscles are fully stretched, he can bounce and shake with the strength of a horse and a horse. At this time, he squeezed out his fist, and the big muscles of Qingsen were like small snakes circling around his arms, exposing him , Abnormal visual impact!

A "cannon punch" smashed down.

boom!

There seems to be a feeling of "thunder on the flat ground" throughout the venue.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Xi's fist storm was as violent as rain, and it covered Panol, making him unable to breathe.

boom! boom! boom!

The sound of fist and fist colliding, as if two human ligers were fighting fiercely!

Under the extremely powerful fist wind, the air in front of the two of them was violently turbulent!

Panol was immediately taken over by Chen Xixiang, he growled ferociously, and hurriedly defended, but several consecutive "bombing" punches hit him, making him feel as if explosives were constantly exploding on his body, and the pain continued to bombard him. It was as if every inch of his flesh and blood had been blasted.

"Roar!"

With a low growl, Panor was of course unwilling to be completely controlled by the fighting rhythm.

At this time, he no longer has any emotions to think about "why a person of such height and weight has such a strong strength".

At the cost of a few punches to the shoulder and elbow, he punched hard!

boom!

Panor's power is not fake.

Chen Xixiang's eyes froze. After all, he didn't dare to take it hard. He immediately moved his hands together, and a "drilling cannon" in the shape and meaning was used. Immediately, his hands lit a firecracker on the top of his head, and suddenly exploded to both sides!

Throwing out the terrifying force with both arms!

boom!

After Panol's punch was blown away.

Chen Xixiang punched non-stop again, his arms spiraled vigorously, and he pinched the hammer.

boom!