This actor needs more money

Leaning against the side rope, Ding Xiu took a rest while bragging with Wu Jing, Wang Baoqiang and the others, and took a sip of the mineral water handed to him by Zhao Liying.

In the live broadcast room, the audience exploded.

"Brother Xiu is awesome!"

"Fuck you, how can you be in the entertainment industry with this skill? I won't watch the next Olympic boxing match without you."

"The most capable person in the entertainment industry is Stone Hammer."

"Made, looking at Ding Xiu's relaxed look, I don't know why, but he feels a little bit in need of a beating."

"He is an Olympic champion after all, so give him some face."

"Why hasn't a director called out yet? Isn't this a movie? I've already thought of the name. A master of Chinese martial arts versus a Western boxing champion."

"In less than two minutes, the boxing champion was lying on the ground with a nosebleed. Brother Xiu, my god."

During this break, Robert rested for five minutes to stop the nosebleed. Visibly to the naked eye, the bridge of his nose was crooked and there was a large bruise.

"Coming?" Ding Xiu turned around to see him getting up, returned the mineral water to Zhao Liying, gently rolled up his shirt sleeves, and stepped forward.

Robert subconsciously took two steps back, staring at Ding Xiu's feet.

He was scared from being kicked by both feet.

It's hard to defend against him. He has to guard against his hands and feet. He has to focus on two things. The key is that he can only use the rules of boxing.

Fists are not as long as feet. If Ding Xiu's leg skills were good, he would be defeated as long as he used his legs to attack from a distance.

No, we can't go on like this.

Robert rolled his eyes and said, "You can use your legs, but I can only use my hands. Isn't this unfair? I think for the sake of fairness, let's use the Sanda rules."

The rules of Sanda mean that you can use your legs without restriction, including pushing knees and jumping knees.

Ding Xiu: "?"

After Citizen Zhou translated, Zhang Lei stood up and cursed: "Fuck, you're a professional boxer and you beat an amateur. Is it fair?"

"Fuck you!"

Wang Baoqiang and Wu Jing couldn't sit still anymore, and started scolding each other. This was so shameless.

"Your American boxing is great. Why don't I give you some trolls? You'll just knock Brother Xiu down."

"You don't need Bi Lian so much. How did he say such a thing? He is 1.9 meters tall and weighs over 90 kilograms. He still has to use Sanda rules to beat an ordinary person who is 1.8 meters tall. .”

"Mr. John, is this your boxing spirit?"

In the audience, Robert's teammates were so embarrassed by Wu Bing's words that they blushed and did not dare to say a word.

Originally, it was embarrassing enough for Robert to beat Ding Xiu, but he didn't expect to use the Sanda rules and throw him at his grandma's house.

In the live broadcast room, the level of trolling by netizens is much better than that of Wu Jing and others. After all, Wu Jing and others are public figures and have to pay attention to their image.

Netizens went directly to Robert’s family tree.

"Oh my God, this little turtle boy had better not let me meet him, otherwise I will teach him how to behave in a minute."

"If I can't beat my legs later, should I ask my brothers to join us?"

"Hahaha, absolutely amazing. It's the style of a beautiful country."

"Where the hell does this boxing spirit come from? How shameless? I'm going to fuck his ancestors."

"For the sake of fairness, as an actor, Brother Xiu, it's not too much to use a machete, right?"

On the stage, Ding Xiu looked at the college student translator. The translator explained to him what Robert meant with a cold face, and said: "Brother Xiu, you can refuse, we won't fight."

Wu Bing, Wu Jing, Wang Baoqiang, Zhang Lei and others also had the same idea.

It has come to this point, and Ding Xiu has proved himself. If he retreats now, no one will say anything. Instead, he can create a wave of public opinion, saying that Robert does not have martial ethics, cannot afford to lose, etc.

Anyway, this is their home court, they know a lot of media, and the audience and fans are also biased towards Ding Xiu.

"OK!" Ding Xiu didn't hesitate for a second and made an OK gesture to Robert.

If he really wants to continue fighting like this, he still feels bored. He doesn't feel much if he wins. If he wants to come, he will be fierce and defeat the opponent in the area he is best at.

"Brother Xiu Niubi."

"Brother Xiu is mighty."

"Fuck, it's you as expected, Brother Run."

"To be honest, I used to think Ding Xiu was a bit pretentious and I didn't really like him, but from today on, he is my idol."

"Brother Xiu, moisten him!"

Robert didn't know that the viewers of the live broadcast were scolding him, but when he saw Ding Xiu agreeing, he immediately showed a sinister smile and started to move his hands and feet.

Even though he was standing, his leg strength was not weak at all. He could still knock people down with a whip of his leg.

So, this time he came up with a fierce side kick.

Ding Xiu, who was always paying attention to the battlefield, retreated as soon as he raised his leg. He almost didn't avoid it, but he still leaned back and came across an iron bridge. This leg swept past his navel.

Then Carp straightened up, and not to be outdone was the Cyclone Kick.

"boom!"

Robert held his hands in front of him and his body just swayed.

Ding Xiu felt as if he was kicking on an iron plate. He had never kicked a sandbag weighing more than 100 kilograms at home.

The blow failed, and Ding Xiu's body was like a spring, taking six or seven steps back. Just when Robert thought he was going to defend, Ding Xiu rushed forward again.

The speed was super fast, and he came across with a big lunge. At the same time, he took a deep breath and snorted through his nose.

"Boom!"

The front foot landed on the ground, making a muffled sound on the ring.

Bend your arms, raise your elbows, and push hard.

"Baji, top of mind."

Sharp-eyed Wu shouted in surprise.

Master Wu Bing's eyes lit up: "Humph."

Ding Xiu used a lot of force with this punch. He didn't know if the little foreigner could deceive him.

"Boom!"

Robert continued to use his hands to protect himself, but this time it was a bit fierce and he did not protect himself. He just felt as if he had been hit by a bus, and his weight of more than 90 kilograms just flew out.

His body flew backwards, hit the side rope and bounced back. Before he could stand still, a pair of big shoe soles stepped on the bridge of his nose.

"Crack."

The bridge of my nose that had just been treated was broken again.

His legs softened and he knelt on the ground. Robert's nosebleed was fierce, and it flowed like a faucet. In the blink of an eye, the floor was wet.

The referee hurriedly grabbed Ding Xiu, waved and shouted for the doctor to come over.

It took a while for Robert to open his eyes after a towel and ice pack. Just as he was about to speak, he couldn't catch his breath and couldn't stop coughing. He felt a little pain in his ribs, as if he was squeezing his lungs.

After explaining the situation to the doctor, I felt better after taking a few taps.

Due to excessive blood loss, my body was a little shaken when I stood up.

The number of viewers in the live broadcast room has exceeded 2 million, and the comments are dense. Netizens admire Robert very much.

"If nothing else, foreigners are very capable of resisting attacks. They are still alive."

"That elbow just now sounded like thunder to me."

"Oh my god, the 19-meter-tall man was knocked out. Why didn't the director yell?"

"Brother Xiu Niubi, don't say anything anymore. I'll give you the memorial tablet at my house later."

"This kid is so scary."

"Damn it, back then I sprayed wolf fangs to fight against dozens of people. It was too exaggerated. I didn't expect that the director still shot it conservatively."

"I don't know if Ye Wen can fight ten, but I think Ding Xiu will be fine if he fights ten."

"If I go up there, Ding Xiu will be on his knees begging me not to die within three seconds."

At this moment, Ding Xiu indeed had a pleading tone and said to Robert: "How about forget it."

He was afraid that if the fight continued, Robert would die in the ring.

There is a saying that the ability of professional athletes to withstand blows is really strong. Ordinary people who were hit by his elbow would fall into coma or break their ribs.

But look at Robert, he got up after resting for a while, and he seemed to be fine at all. Well, at least he was fine on the surface. As for whether he had any internal injuries, Ding Xiu didn't know.

"No, I can still fight." Robert pushed away the teammates and doctors around him and said, "Don't use Chuanwu this time if you have the ability."

He was really scared of being beaten by Ding Xiu. The magical Chuanwu was a bit evil, the moves were weird and very powerful, and he was a little scared.

He suspected that there was a legendary internal force bonus.

It can no longer be used by Ding Xiu.

Wu Jing opened his mouth wide and couldn't believe it: "If you don't need to use martial arts, why should you use your mouth?"

Wang Baoqiang shouted: "Brother Xiu, just stand still and let him hit you."

"Ah this." Even though Wu Bing had seen the big scene, he was speechless and didn't know how to refute for a moment.

You come to challenge other people's Chuanwu masters, but in the end you tell them not to use Chuanwu.

It's noisy.

As professional boxers, Zhou Shimin and Zhang Lei have already covered their faces and don't want to watch anymore. It's so embarrassing.

Zhang Lei said: "How could I lose to such a person?"

Citizen Zhou patted him on the shoulder: "Forget it, it's not worth it."

He didn't even think it was insulting to be on the same stage with such an embarrassing person.

"OK, I don't use Bajiquan or Chuanwu. I use modern fighting."

Ding Xiu put away his boxing frame, bent his elbows with his arms in front of his chin, and beat his feet rhythmically, a bit like sparring and a bit like boxing.

There was no need for a college student to translate. Seeing Ding Xiu's attitude, Robert knew that he had agreed. Just as he was about to smile, a stream of nosebleeds came out again and flowed into his mouth along the corners of his mouth.

"Nonsence!"

Feeling unlucky, Robert spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Three two one, start!"

After the referee counted down, Robert was no longer reckless and moved slowly in tandem.

Ding Xiu, on the other hand, jumped on the spot easily, using the butterfly step under his feet, a unique move of Muhammad Ali.

Slowly and leisurely, he came to Robert and felt that his arms were long. Robert's eyes narrowed and he punched it with a fist as big as a sandbag.

Ding Xiu bent down and turned his head to avoid it.

Robert's fists rarely only hit one punch, but they usually used combos, shooting left and right.

Unexpectedly, the second punch was still dodged by Ding Xiu.

He stayed put the entire time, only moving his upper body.

"Shaking flash, can you do this?"

Zhang Lei's jaw dropped.

In the boxing world, the most famous person for dodge is undoubtedly Tyson, who only retired two years ago. During his peak period, he put his hands behind his back and only used dodge to toy with his opponent, and he couldn't even hit a punch.

Ding Xiu's dodge was not as good as Tyson's, but his movements were skillful and his timing was accurate. Robert's two punches almost missed his ears.

Anyway, Ding Xiu dodged.

This is far from the truth.

He is so good at Chuan Wu, and he can also box. What the hell is this freak?

"If I had known I had sent him up, what would Robert have done with the gold medal?"

It's okay. If you look at Ding Xiu's condition, you will know that Robert has been beaten into such a bear shape and is no match for him at all.

Citizen Zhou said: "No, Ding Xiu is not tall enough or tall enough to beat you in the super heavyweight class, but he can fight in the light heavyweight class next year. The lightweight class is also fine."

Ding Xiu's height is good and well-balanced, but his weight is a little off. If he improves a little, he can still fight in the light heavyweight category, because it only weighs 79 kilograms, which is less than 160 kilograms.

The lightweight category is even simpler, you don’t need to gain weight, you can just start fighting.

With his fighting skills, super heavyweights will be beaten when they come, but beating those light heavyweights is not a joke.

"Alas, the next Olympic boxing champion, the lightweight class is the first to book a gold medal."

"Who says it's not the case? With the temper of those old men, they will hire foreign aid. They have ready-made ones at home. How can they let them go?"

Sometimes the game is more than just a game. It is normal and common to hire foreign aid for the sake of face.

The football team, basketball, roller skating, figure skiing, etc. all have foreign aid.

The country is a little better, with a vast land, abundant resources, and many talents, so we don’t need much foreign aid.

Internationally, those who play table tennis, until the end, the Chinese team plays only their own players with yellow skin.

It's just that everyone's camp is different.

This group of people really couldn't survive at home, but when they went abroad, they became table tennis masters. The eyes of foreigners almost popped out, and they finally paid a lot of money to hire them as foreign aid.

Just by fighting, these people will see the opponents they once looked up to.

Looking at their skin colors, those who didn’t know better thought it was a competition within the national team.

Ding Xiu has boxing talent and very high kung fu skills. How could the national team let him go? Just watch, he will definitely be there in the next National Games and Olympic Games.

On the side, Wu Jing listened with envy.

He also wants to join, but he doesn't have the conditions and strength.

There was a time when he, a kung fu boy, had the intention of representing the national team, but they were just playing routines, exhibition games, and did not have actual combat capabilities.

When you get into the ring and fight professionally, you have to be carried off within a few minutes.

…

"call!"

Robert failed to succeed with his two punches. Taking advantage of his height advantage, he stepped forward, jumped his knees, and struck Ding Xiu on the chin.

Ding Xiu took a step forward and struck with his elbow, pushing down the knee that had just jumped up. At the same time, he reached out with his palm from the bottom up.

Looking at this familiar move, Wu Jing felt his jaw hurt a little.

This is how he was beaten back then.

This time it's Robert's turn. It seems that I am not alone.

"Snapped!"

The palm of his hand was on Robert's chin, and Robert's head fell back, and his body couldn't stop retreating.

He is not Wu Jing. His ability to withstand blows and physical fitness are many times stronger than Wu Jing's. For him, this palm is just an unsteady center of gravity and he just takes a few steps back.

The next second, when he saw Ding Xiu coming forward, Robert hurriedly kicked out with a backspin.

Ding Xiu must lie down if he dares to come over.

"Snapped!"

Ding Xiu stepped forward and performed the same backspin kick, but it was a ground-touching backspin kick, which was much more powerful.

Bending down, touching the ground, Scorpion raised his legs.

The two of them were almost side by side, and at the moment when their figures crossed each other, another kick hit Robert's nose.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Robert covered his nose and squatted on the ground, tears falling heavily, and nosebleeds flowed freely from between his fingers.

The ground-touching backspin kick belongs to the Brazilian war dance, and Ding Xiu was too wild.