It's reasonable for me to be versatile as a variety show guy, right?

And what is certain is that Ma Ying may spend the rest of her life with a wheelchair until she grows old.

"You want to ruin my life? Damn it! If it weren't for the live broadcast, labor and management would definitely beat you to a hemiplegia!"

After growling angrily, Wang Hao stepped onto the sixth floor of the boxing gym.

Ma's boxing blows, Ma Tianlong!

The name is quite loud, but after being hit in the chest by Wang Hao's whip fist, accompanied by the sound of ribs breaking, Ma Tianlong, who is known for his brutal punches, finally fell on the ring.

……

The seventh floor of the boxing gym.

Majia boxing car (ju), Ma Wenxiu.

Although the name is very delicate, but this fighting style can be described as extremely reckless.

Once the fight starts, the whole person is like a heavy truck, and it is called a rampage in the ring!

Thanks to Wang Hao's excellent legwork and quick reaction, he finally took him down with a "over-the-shoulder punch".

And when he fell down, this Ma Wenxiu even wanted to stand up and fight Wang Hao again several times.

As a last resort, Wang Hao could only end the battle with one move on horseback!

……

The eighth floor of the boxing gym.

"Huh? What about people?"

Looking at the empty arena, Wang Hao and the others couldn't help but frowned.

There was such a big commotion below, the ring guards on the eighth floor must have received the news, and it was impossible for such behavior to be late.

Just when Wang Hao was about to ask the staff, he saw the door of the locker room on the other side of the ring slowly open, accompanied by a thin middle-aged man walking slowly.

"Ma's leg king! Ma Wuying?"

Seeing the middle-aged man walking slowly onto the ring, there was an exclamation from the crowd.

"No? Isn't it a boxing championship match? Why does Ma Wuying appear in the ring?"

"Hey? What does the Ma family mean? Isn't this just playing around?"

"Hey, boxing and kicking, why do I feel like this situation is a bit like a mixed martial arts match?"

"Tsk tsk, there is no one in the Ma family! A good boxing championship match has turned sour."

Accompanied by bursts of noise, Ma Wuying stepped onto the ring.

In terms of leg attack alone, Ruoma Wuying is ranked second, and no one in the huge Huaxia dares to call it first, at most it is tied for second.

This alone is enough to prove that Ma Wuying is terrifying.

In particular, his self-created "Five Kicks" has shattered the lifelong dreams of many fighters!

Looking at Wang Hao opposite, Ma Wuying shook his legs.

While throwing out a series of leg shadows, he sneered and said, "You are young after all. It is indeed normal to be young and energetic, but I still want to advise you to take care of yourself and don't ruin your future!"

"Okay, thank you senior for letting me know, so can we start playing? There are still two games waiting for me, I think it's better for us not to waste time."

Wang Hao didn't have the slightest idea of ​​giving Ma Wuying face at all, and his words revealed a strong sense of self-confidence.

"Oh, I hope you don't regret it!"

Ma Wuying snorted coldly, and Dang even launched an offensive against Wang Hao.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

It was obviously kicked in the air, but with Ma Wuying's kick, there seemed to be a sonic boom sounding vaguely!

"Hey! What a powerful kick!"

"Although it's lame, I have to say that Ma Wuying's legwork is indeed one of the best in China."

"I heard that when he was a child, he wore sandbags on his legs when he walked. This is pure victory at the starting line."

The people's admiration constantly came from the audience, which made Chen Chulian, who was watching the battle among the crowd, frown involuntarily.

Surrounded by people who are praising the horse without a shadow, when the two sides compare, it seems that Wang Hao is very weak.

However, at this moment, the situation changed suddenly!

After Ma Wuying slammed a whip kick, instead of dodging or avoiding his sharp edge, Wang Hao also swung his right leg to meet Ma Wuying with a whip!

"No! If you kill one thousand enemies, you will lose eight hundred!"

The man in glasses yelled, but Wang Hao had no intention of listening to his suggestion at all.

boom! ! !

The next moment, the two whip legs collided with each other.

click-

Accompanied by the sound of bone cracking, Wang Hao put his legs back steadily, while Ma Wuying fell to the ground hugging his right leg.

At this moment, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and when he looked at his legs, he could even vaguely see the broken bones pierce the skin and come out through the body!

"Quick! Call the doctor!"

The staff member acting as a temporary referee rushed forward, and while protecting Ma Wuying with his body, he hurriedly called for the doctor loudly.

Glancing at the fainted Ma Wuying, Wang Hao said coldly: "Youth is not only vigorous, but also strong enough, which is not comparable to you old men."

After all, he walked straight off the ring and strode towards the ninth floor.

Chapter 93 The knife is not sharp, Ma is too thin, what are you fighting with me?

The ninth floor of Majia Boxing Gym.

There are two arenas on the ground, and the next two battles will start here.

Although the boxing gym is ten floors high, there is no ring or other training facilities on the top floor, but the office of the boxing gym.

While stepping onto the ninth floor, Wang Hao also saw the two opponents he was going to fight this time.

Standing on the left side of the ring is a young man about 28 years old. It is worth mentioning that the young man's height is only about 1.7 meters five, which is a little short of the shortest standard in the boxing world of 1.8 meters zero.

And the other party didn't wear any armor or gloves, but his elbows were slightly bent, and there was a palpitating breath in his eyes.

"Let me introduce, this is my Ma family boxing knife! Ma Feng!"

"You may not have heard of him. This is my grandson. He has developed abroad in the past few years. He mainly focuses on Muay Thai boxing, so he is not well-known in China."

The one who was speaking was an elder in his sixties. He was wearing a gray and white Chinese tunic suit, with a faint smile on his face, giving people the feeling of facing a kind grandfather.

While Wang Hao was secretly guessing the identity of the old man, the onlookers who followed him to the ninth floor answered his doubts.

"Haha, Mr. Ma is really getting stronger and stronger!"

"Mr. Ma, long time no see. I am the successor of Mo Family Boxing, Mo..."

"Lingsun's posture, this momentum, huh? Why do I seem to have seen it somewhere?"

"Fuck! Isn't this Ma Feng? This guy has won gold medals in Muay Thai (IFMA) competitions for three consecutive years!"

"You mean the elbow knife Ma Feng? The Ma Feng who beat his opponent to death in the octagonal cage?"

"Yes! That's right! It's him! This is a man who has seen blood!"

Following the exclamation of the crowd, Wang Hao also had a clear understanding of the two in front of him.

This old man is obviously Ma Baoguo, who is the speaker of this Majia Boxing Gym, and also the organizer of this "Championship Championship".

And his next opponent is Ma Feng, who is good at using elbows!

It is worth mentioning that there seems to be a life under the opponent's hands, obviously a man who has seen "blood".

"Come on, let's go to the ring."

Ma Feng on the ring suddenly waved at Wang Hao, his pair of pupils with "murderous intent" were like poisonous scorpions, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any time.

"it is good."

A smile appeared on Wang Hao's face, and after nodding slightly, he signed his name on the "indemnity agreement" handed over by the staff at the side.

However, just as he was about to go on stage, Chen Chulian at the side suddenly grabbed his arm.

Ok?

Wang Hao turned around in doubt and looked at her puzzled.

An anxious look appeared on Chen Chulian's face: "Why don't we stop fighting? They all said that Ma Feng beat someone to death, it's too dangerous!"

At this time, many viewers in the live broadcast room continued to post bullet screens to persuade them.

The eight battles just now were enough to be thrilling, and the frightening thing is that the higher you go, the stronger your opponent will be.

Now on the ninth floor, the opponent has even killed people, which makes everyone in the live broadcast room feel terrified.

However, to everyone's surprise, Wang Hao suddenly smiled and said: "It's just a guy who looks like a strong man, but actually has a weak kidney. Why do you encourage him?"

After all, Wang Hao stepped into the ring directly.

Strong on the outside but dry on the inside?Kidney deficiency?

Chen Chulian's face turned red again!

……

On the arena, the two without any armor faced each other.

Although the referee brought the armor, Ma Feng didn't intend to wear it, and Wang Hao naturally didn't mind him, so he chose not to wear it either.

"Ma's boxing knife! Ma Feng!"

"Visitors can leave their names!"

uh-huh?

Wang Hao raised his eyebrows, and replied without hesitation: "Bida Express, Wang Hao!"

"I will defeat you within ten strokes!"

While swinging his body from side to side, Ma Feng calmly declared victory.

Wang Hao smiled: "Then I will wait and see, I hope your knife is sharp enough."

At this moment, the noise in the audience had stopped, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the two on the ring, waiting for the start of the confrontation.

And the more than 200 million fans in the live broadcast room are also waiting for it, hoping that Wang Hao can knock out the opponent with a punch.

Yan Min in the director's car and the assistant directors couldn't help clenching their fists, praying in their hearts, Wang Hao must not lose!

After repeatedly confirming that the two are ready, the referee on the sidelines slapped the ring fiercely and shouted:

"start!"

……

To the regret of many people, following the sound of the start, the two did not fight immediately, but proceeded step by step, and began to test each other.

Wang Hao leaned over fiercely, intending to hug him, but when he saw Ma Feng raised his elbows without hesitation, he retreated back without hesitation.

The opponent is also a professional fighter, and his reaction speed is not much worse than his own, so Wang Hao is not confident that he can successfully hug him before he gets an elbow.

So, after trying out a few tricks with each other, the two simply started to jab.

boom! boom! boom!

After three punches in a row, the fists of the two were bloody!

Bright red blood was continuously splashed onto the ground, but the two of them didn't seem to care about it, they just fought their fists, as if they were competing to see who could hold it first.

Soon, after the six punches were over, Ma Feng took the lead in retreating to the edge of the ring.

He rubbed his blood-stained fists against his clothes, feeling the burning pain, he was extremely annoyed.

In the head-on confrontation just now, he was obviously at a disadvantage.

His punches are not as hard as Wang Hao's!

"Hmm, what's the matter? Don't fight anymore?"