Sweat spread on Richardson's forehead, not sweat marks that oozed out from his pores and flowed on his face, but a wet mark appeared on his skin very evenly. When the light shone down, the light on his forehead was like a water curtain, and a white spot of light appeared on the sweat.

Obviously, Richardson's sweat was not discharged from excessive exercise and overheating in his body. It was painful. The pain in his lower abdomen made him feel sore and swollen. But it was another very stimulating and unbearable feeling. In addition to making people sweat, this feeling can sometimes force people's tears down directly. Most people want to withstand this pain, they will mostly pull their noses and grit their teeth to make a hideous face. Of course, Richardson is the same.

He stood up little by little, in the pain, in the soreness, and almost collapsed, wanted to lie down, and gasp heavily and never get up again, relying on this face that endured the pain and was extremely hideous, supporting his body, relying on the words he reminded him again and again to support his spirit... slowly stood up.

"Gentlemen, he's up!"

The host's words pulled all the audience's eyes to Richardson, the black man. At that time, there was a very awkward guy standing on the marble floor under the nine pillars. His legs seemed to be stuck in something, and the waist was not straightened and he was bent even with his movements. But he stood up, even if the standing posture could make the audience feel the twitching pain for him.

“i’ll-sun color-up…”

"call."

“i’ll-sun color-up…”

Everyone watched Richardson muttering while slowly walking towards the Byzantine warrior who was standing bent down and was still in a spasm. At that time, everyone had their own judgment. Although this black man did not have the ability to fight and fight like a Byzantine warrior, he had a ruthless force that could break his back teeth.

Richardson took a breath every time he moved. Every time he took a step, the corner of his mouth was trembling. After he used this attitude to pull all the audience's eyes in the underground boxing ring to himself, as if his eyes could not see all of this were only staring at his opponent.

This is the experience that the prison has brought to him. This experience tells him that as long as he can hold back a little more pain than his opponent and stand up for a second early, he may win...

It is possible that you will not be surrounded by a man as strong as you...

It is possible that you don’t have to watch those men unbutton their belts when they are beaten and have no ability to move their bodies. In their slightly proud and without any sympathy, you will feel like a bitch.

The humiliation scenes in prison appeared in front of him, as if watching a flashback in a movie and TV series. It would only make him grit his teeth harder, and he was twitching in the corners of his eyes, slowly standing firmly.

For the weak, they may struggle to die before death; but for the strong, they may give up in the face of death and burst out with unprecedented potential in the face of humiliation.

The Byzantine warrior had not yet woken up from the bloated eye sockets and the bitterness brought by his nose. At this time, he bent down and stood tightly, and did not even notice a person standing in front of him.

Richardson approached. At such a close distance, the corners of his eyes had begun to be beating nervously. The sweat from his forehead was forced out by the pain finally gathered into a stream, which slowly flowed down his cheeks. At that moment, he raised his fist and pulled it back hard. During the pulling process, the irritating pain in his lower abdomen never stopped, but this could not stop any movement at all. An extremely powerful perseverance was buried under the dark skin.

"i!ill!!!Daily color!!!Up!!!!"

The roar, the roar from the bottom of his heart brought in unestimable energy. Richardson's growing mouth and buck teeth made his whole face look like a chimpanzee that was so angry that he could see at this time. No one went to see if the Byzantine warriors had sensed the danger. The audience at the scene had long since disappeared from the idea of ​​sneering at the previous one, just staring with wide eyes.

bump!

He hugged the Byzantine warriors with heavy punches horizontally. The German man shook his chin in the direction of his fist. The muscles on his face trembled under this movement, and his feet were even more staggering to the side, as if he could not control the balance at any step, and he might be turning his body like he could fall.

call.

Richardson seized the time and took a deep breath. The throbbing pain from his lower abdomen when he was hit just now almost caused him to have the illusion that he would immediately break his abdominal muscles. The pain felt that it had not disappeared now...

"Back!"

The audience who woke up was howling as if they were punched by this black man, and his shout woke everyone who was standing in the same camp as him just now.

"Wake up!! You idiot!"

"Retrieve the overwhelming advantage just now, don't let this guy beat you up!"

A beautiful wish came over the audience's shouts. When the shouts appeared again, Doko looked at the side and found that the sounds seemed to be thundering at the beginning. At least half of the people chose to shut up and just stood there quietly.

Looking at Richardson in the boxing ring, he stood up straight in his breathing opportunity. His waist seemed to have never bent before. He was a guy who was completely integrated into this atmosphere. He raised his fists again with the momentum of the World Boxing Championship in TV to grab the gold belt. However, this time, he chose to attack directly, taking advantage of the Byzantine warriors that had not yet recovered...

A powerful gorilla appeared in the ring. Richardson had a chance to attack the back of his head and chose to return to the front of the Byzantine warrior when he was hit by a punch just now. Yes, he did not end the battle immediately. This was not stupid, but he was suppressed by this German big man just now. Now, he must find it back one by one!

In fact, the Byzantine Warriors still have a chance to turn the tables at this time, because Richardson did not have the concept of completing this game at a fast pace, in his mind. Victory was to let the people around him watch the battle through his rounds of attacks and understand who should not be messed with on the battlefield.

bump!

Richardson pulled his fist and pushed it from the Byzantine Warriors directly hit the opponent's right eye socket. When the opponent leaned back and stretched forward with both hands to control the balance, Richardson, who was like a gorilla, swung his left hand and smashed it with another punch!

The Byzantine warrior suddenly heard the explosion from his ears and stabilized his body with two steps under his feet. He actually chose to be beaten and feel danger like an ordinary person. He chose...defense!

This is the real reason for the failure of the Byzantine warriors!

Richardson's purpose of bullying himself is to use a set of combination punches. Anyone who has seen boxing knows that once a player is hit by an opponent's combination punch, no matter how you defend, you will definitely be hit by a storm. Unless someone loses the opportunity with one punch, or you find the right time to successfully counterattack, it will never end without being exhausted. Why did Richardson and Byzantine Warriors fight to the close combat just now and show a life-threatening posture when they are injured? This is because the opponent must not be able to successfully complete the continuous hits, which also proves that this gorilla is still clear-headed in the extremely unfavorable situation.

null!!!

The real murderous intent appeared. Richardson saw the Byzantine warrior protecting his head with both hands as if he had seen the most smooth situation tonight, and even every muscle cell in his body was moving, but the more critical he was, the more careful he was. The left fist hit the opponent's right arm muscle softly and weakly. Even the Byzantine warriors noticed something was wrong from the force, but he didn't have time to think about it. Richardson saw that the gap had already lifted an uppercut from the gap between his hands!

This is the killer weapon!

“Good!”

Duoko yelled like crazy, and many viewers around him showed a sense of joy in their eyes, such as hearing a different but pleasant singing at the Grammy scene, as if he saw a very creative and creative creation at the Oscars ceremony.

Richardson's technical movements were not very perfect, and his power was not shocking and lethal. But he had control over time nodes that other boxers did not have and kept a clear mind at all times. In the past, these two factors had to be combined with perfect technical movements or perfect power to play a decisive role. However, Richardson could actually carry them on their own.

boom!

The moment the uppercut hit the Byzantine warrior's chin, he had lost the opportunity to find balance by continuing to use the staggering pace under the impact. The punch was too fierce, and the harsh punch hit the chin caused the collision of the upper and lower teeth to feel numb. Then, the force rushed directly into the brain through the cortex. The Byzantine warrior felt that his brain system was like Moscow, which had just been bombed by the German army. In addition to being scarred, he also faced the overall paralysis of the entire command system, that is, he lost control of his body.

The second wave of yelling and scolding at the scene was once again shattered by this combination of punches. Every rich man was looking at the Byzantine warriors with straight eyes. They watched the Byzantine warriors' original defensive posture change instantly, and their hands fell naturally like they dislocated and then shook slightly, and their whole body fell backwards with tension.

This scene was extremely pale for those bettors who were still clamoring for a few seconds ago, so pale that they could not find any other expression except being stunned.

"Byzantine warriors were knocked down!"

"Can he get up yet?!"

The host's voice could not arouse the passion of the rich. They saw the Byzantine warriors falling to the ground with their own eyes and understood everything without any extra movements. If the Byzantine warriors are not in a coma, they must be constantly dizzy, and this state can only be cut by others.
Chapter completed!