This is the underground boxing ring with the best lighting effect, because at the moment the opening gong sounded, the battlefield in the middle area of ​​the nine stone pillars was illuminated by the lights and the area where the guests were slowly darkened. The light and dark light effects make people fall into an emotional change. In this emotional change, the two boxers wearing shorts and without any protective gear formed an extremely strong contrast with the eyes of the audience. At that time, the boxers only had opponents in their eyes, and the audience also had their figures in their eyes. The competition kicked off in this atmosphere. ∑,

In the light and shadow, the two boxers raised their fists to protect their heads, moving and changing positions while constantly traversing. The eyes staring at each other became brighter and brighter when the audience's emotions were not mobilized... The four words about to break out began to become clearer under the gaze of everyone on the scene.

At this time, the host who had retreated to the periphery of the nine pillars proved the value of his existence. He kept teasing the anger of both sides like the cricket grass before fighting, constantly accelerating the rhythm of the temptation between both sides, trying his best to bring the game into a hot atmosphere: "Byzantine warriors, haven't you noticed that today's audience was not very enthusiastic before you went on stage? Say something! Let the audience give up the calmness before the wonderful arrival, and let them stir up blood for your upcoming battle. Don't you want the scene to set off an uninterrupted wave of cheers and finally win in the crazy worship that has never stopped?"

The tall and powerful Byzantine warrior suddenly stepped forward when everyone was expecting what he said. Richardson chose to lower his body and dodge to the right the same second as the opponent rushed forward. His upper body had just deviated from the line that kept his body flat, and a tentative straight punch on the left had already stabbed him.

He dodged away, watching Yu Guangzhong's fist rushing through him in the gap.

Richardson, who was fully focused, was extremely calm. Under the opponent's tentative attack, he seemed to have been pressing the spring that had been pressed long ago. After avoiding this tentative punch, he had already shown the momentum that he was about to collapse.

This state is only available to professional athletes in the boxing world for many years, and only they are preparing for every second of the game.

Richardson got the distance he wanted. After all, the length of the arm span is only when the distance is far enough to have enough advantages. Once the distance is closer, it will be his world, which also confirms that the saying "one inch long and one inch long and one inch short and one inch dangerous" comes from the old saying in the East.

Wow!

When Richardson was about to counterattack by using the gap in his missed position, a wrong paragraph made him fall into a trap. He miscalculated the opponent's reaction speed, and he didn't expect that such a big man could retract the straight punch he had just tried so easily in such a small space, and pulled his upper body backwards, as if the temptation just now was to use Richardson's unfamiliarity with him...

He hugged him with a heavy punch, and Richardson watched his opponent swung his gibbon-like arm. When the surprise came from the bottom of his heart, goosebumps quickly tied together on his dark skin. He, a strong man who had never defeated on Devil Island, underestimated the professional player in the underground boxing world, as if a tiger was carelessly facing a rhino and could be kicked through his entire belly by the rhino horn. Richardson had no time to think, and with the memory of years of struggle to make the best reaction, he raised his hands to block the fist on that side, trying to use his full body strength to remove the Byzantine warriors' punch.

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Richardson put his right hand on the right side of his head, and his left hand hit the opponent's wrist. Even so, the huge force still gave him a sense of stimulation like a crash. Under such a powerful impact, his foot's regular steps immediately fell into chaos. When Richardson was unstable, he began to move quickly to the left to avoid being covered with the firepower of the combination fist. This is the man who has been struggling in fierce fighting for many years. Although his feet kept stomping on the ground with force, the sound of "touching, touching" under his feet kept ringing, his body moved several steps along the opponent's strength and then regained the rhythm he should have. The left fist that the opponent had prepared had been pulled back at this moment, which means that Richardson could not withdraw even if he wanted to withdraw.

Look up again!

The Byzantine warrior who put down his prepared fists grinned, and the veins on his neck burst out like a three-headed dog from hell, barking with absolute strength and arrogance.

"Nigga. I want to break your teeth one by one!" It was a fierce and bloody smell, and the attitude of biting like a wild dog was in the words.

This action and this sentence quickly ignited the entire scene. The rich people felt the gradually rising heat of fighting spirit from the Byzantine warriors. The arrogant arrogance made every audience feel that the atmosphere was surging. Someone followed his roar and said, "wow!!"

"This is the underground boxing world. If the boxing event broadcast on TV was played like this earlier, it would be impossible for Tyson to be desolate afterwards!"

Looking at the battlefield between the nine pillars, Richardson was already staggered with the opponent by the Byzantine warriors. He should have been against each other with the Byzantine warriors, but now he is standing in front of him.

It must be admitted that Richardson, a guy who is dominant on Devil Island, has not adapted to the current arena. He never expected that his opponent would directly connect the backhand punch in a tentative straight punch. Just because the opponent entered the state so quickly made him feel surprised.

"Black... buck teeth, Byzantine warriors have begun to take serious care. Do you want to surrender under the pressure of the other party? You are a man, a man standing in the ring waiting for an outbreak. What should such a man say? Tell everyone with a loud voice!!!"

The host seemed to be stimulated by the Byzantine warriors. He shouted like crazy, his voice rippled in every corner of the scene along the sound, the enthusiasm of the rich was being stimulated bit by bit, and the atmosphere that should be in a boxing match was slowly brewing...

Richardson still maintained his standing posture. He ignored anyone, stared at his opponent with his eyes, and his body shook like a tumbler when his feet were crossed back and forth. Richardson, who had just been hit by a punch, was like a jar of stagnant water. Apart from some ripples, there were only a circle of ripples that appeared slightly after sand and dust entered the water. It seemed that the loss just now had been forgotten, and now he was only in this battle with all his heart.

The face was as cold as a cold mountain, even if it was the one who was at a disadvantage in the eyes of the rich.

"Buck teeth, I'm asking you."

Richardson heard the host's urging, and his upper and lower lips were slightly squirmed and said, "I won't talk to someone who is about to fail."

Swish.

Duoko on the sidelines heard this sentence and his pupils quickly dilated, his eyes were like magnification microscopes. Unfortunately, he could not see clearly what made Richardson so calm, but one thing began to become more and more obvious. Richardson had never been afraid of this ring. He just slowly transitioned from an unaccommodating position to the direction he could integrate.

"Did you hear it all!!!"

This is the last sentence of the host. He has seen the warm scene and is ready to let the audience enjoy it wholeheartedly during the competition: "This black gentleman said he doesn't talk to someone who is about to fail!"

"Gentlemen, a game that cannot be watched in the seat has begun, enjoy it!!!"

call.

The Byzantine warrior took advantage of his arm length and rushed up before the host finished speaking. His straight punch came tentatively again. The stride with label color and the fast-punctured straight punch that was close to him always took advantage of him. At this moment, Richardson could only be passively beaten unless he risked being bombarded by a heavy punch again, because his fist could not touch the opponent's body at all.

retreat.

Richardson quickly retreated, and his feet were tweeting in succession to let him retreat backwards for two steps, setting apart from each other in a way that faced each other.

With the experience of the last time, Richardson quickly gave up the idea of ​​avoiding the opponent's attack and waiting for an opportunity to counterattack. He suffered a loss before because he was unfamiliar with the opponent and was also a misjudgment of the opponent's reaction ability. This kind of mistake could not be made again.

"Woo!"

Boos were heard everywhere, and all kinds of insults were coming one after another. The environment that was about to boil blood soon became extremely noisy in an instant.

"Byzantine warriors, kill this - bitch - whore!"

"Nigga, do you just run away?"

"Who has the rope, tie this damn guy to the pillar!"

They are watching boxers fight each other, they are the collision of strength, speed, reaction force and technology, and what they want is the subversion of life and death between lightning and flash. Who wants to see you keep retreating? If you like this kind of offensive and defensive transformation, why not turn on the TV at home to watch the boxing champion competition?

Richardson turned a deaf ear to this, watching the other party step forward again, this time he did not give him a chance to tentative straight punch. He continued to make mistakes under his feet, and his whole body took two steps back in the blink of an eye.
Chapter completed!