Uncle Zhou felt a sense of ease when he saw Shang Yang falling down. Looking at the figure that was smaller than the boxer, his eyes were filled with a slight sourness: "It's better to fall down... It's better to fall down..."

"call…"

President Ge breathed a sigh of relief and said that the most important thing was to make everyone happy, and his eyes fell on the ring without any sympathy.

Lao Hei did not greet and cheer like he had just now, but bent down beside Shang Yang. His mind felt dizzy. In the past, he had to beat the rhythm and breathe again. Today he was completely disordered. Now he was a little hypoxia, but he couldn't lose it. He was next to Shang Yang and shouted with all his strength: "Get up... get up!"

When the audience heard his voice, they responded with a passionate trance.

"three…"

"two…"

"I'm up!"

Before the countdown was over, Shang Yang stood up from the boxing ring with great speed. His movements were even more agile than before. His speed was very fast, and he had already stood firm in his blink of an eye.

Suddenly, the boxing ring solidified, the elegant bird was silent, and everyone was stunned.
Chapter completed!