This sudden scene was beyond imagination for everyone.

In their eyes, Lao Hei's fist was extremely powerful. The explosive muscles contained in his arms, and his clenched veins on his fist were undoubtedly not a sign that this person's terrifying power could not be provoked. But they did not know that Shang Yang's anti-beating was how many sticks he had knocked behind him, how many wine bottles he had smashed on his head, and how many times he was surrounded by punches and kicks. If there was really a golden bell cover iron cloth shirt, he had completed his initial stages in his career for more than ten years.

Being beaten may not be worth showing off.

Who says it is not a skill to resist beating?

Shang Yang stood up again, right opposite Lao Hei, and continued to act with his forearm blocking in front of him and his stomach bent as much as possible. In the previous quarters, he never made any moves except for hitting Lao Hei. He was apart from squatting down and getting beaten up with his head, and running around the field. This is also the main reason why President Ge asked the game to end soon.

"This guy...want to die?"

"This fool is named after the fight against beating?"

"I really don't think my brain is very good. Lao Hei, keep fighting, don't stand!"

There was another roar in the audience, but it was no longer so pure.

"waste!"

All kinds of eyes were narrowed into slits and cursed in resentment.

"Xiao...Xiao Shang?"

Uncle Zhou was completely confused.

But the person who was most excited in the field was not an outsider, but Lao Hei who was in the middle! He knew more than anyone else about his physical strength and knew the strength just now. How could he stand up? Why could he still stand up? He slowly climbed up and panic.

This panic was far away, but Shang Yang, who was closest to him, could see it clearly. He knew that even the most professional actor could not perform this kind of expression.

Suddenly, he took a step back, then put his arm down, no longer defending, nor dodging fearfully, but stood there, glaring at Lao Hei, in full view of everyone, in the dark light that was just now, raised his fist, imitated Lao Hei, and aimed at his own.

"Bang bang bang..."

Three consecutive strokes.

At the same time, he shouted, "Come on, hit me, hit me!"

The voice was no longer as angry as the one who had just vented, nor was it such fearless provocation, but was like a loud bell, shouting with confidence, and the shouting spread throughout every corner of the boxing ring, buzzing in people's ears.

"You are..."

Lao Zhou widened his eyes incredibly.

"Pu"

The cigarette roll in the second floor of Mr. Ge's hand was immediately adjusted to the ground.

Brother Xiong was shocked and said, "This family is so sensible?"

In the field.

Lao Hei's body could not stop trembling. Three points were shocked, and three points were manifestations of exhaustion after excessive force. The remaining four points were completely angry because he felt that the eyes of all directions seemed not as friendly and admiring as before. There was only waiting and a hint of hatred. Even if he was knocked down before and was koaned, he had never been so angry. But today, he completely realized it.

In an instant, my eyes were covered with red bloodshot, and I wanted to glare out.

"You...you!"

After saying that, start attacking again.

Shang Yang adjusted his spirit to the most rigorous moment. He had just felt that Lao Hei's fist was not as strong as before, and even his speed was declining sharply. He was confident that even if he was not defending, he would not be knocked down!

This time, I didn't hide, but went up to meet.

Seeing his pace, a "huh" sound suddenly burst out from the boxing ring, which was very different from before. It was a little ridiculous, but now it was all surprised!

"Bang!"

Lao Hei's fist hit him again, accurately hitting Shang Yang's face, and the latter just tilted his head, then suddenly turned his head, a trace of cold light burst out from his eyes, and he also swung his fist and hit him with all his strength.

"Bang!"

The sound is no less than Lao Hei's strength.

Lao Hei's body involuntarily moved slightly to the side.

"Come again, hit me!"

Shang Yang followed sideways and shouted like thunder.

He didn't swing his fist, but just waited with a wide eyebrow.

"Bang..."

Lao Hei You felt a sense of humiliation and gritted his teeth and swung it over.

Shang Yang tilted his head again, turned around and punched him.

"Bang..."

It happened to hit the old black face.

"Come again!"

"Bang bang"

"Come again!"

"Bang bang"

"Come again!"

"Thirteen…"

"fourteen…"

The two men in the boxing ring were in the most primitive struggle, with no rules, no routine, no earth-shaking, only fists to the flesh, and they were enjoying each other. The figure who was not worthy of being called a boxer was standing very straight at this time, and the fortitude bursting out in their eyes made anyone look at it. The audience was no longer simply cheering for anyone, and no one said that Fool Yang was a monkey, counting the number of times the two punched each other in a highly unified mouth, and they were enjoying it...

"sixteen…"

"Seventeen..."

"This...this!"

Mr. Ge's face on the second floor was so complicated that it was hard to describe it in words. At first, he just gave Lao Zhou a face and asked him to find someone to replace him. Then when he came on stage, he found that Shang Yang had no ability at all and felt a little regretful. Finally, he could only escape when he saw that figure. He was so angry that he ordered to solve it quickly. But now, that guy was like a phoenix nirvana, and then stood up again after being beaten.

Of course, this is not enough to make Mr. Ge, who has seen strong winds and waves, beating wildly.

The most important thing is that anyone can clearly feel that the audience counts based on Shang Yang's fist movements, that is, he mobilized the atmosphere of the entire audience alone, which is too incredible. You should know that in the past, there were extremely noisy places, with various sounds intertwined, and it was difficult to centrally unify them...

The audience of No. 300 shouted at the same time.

Such scenes are rare in the boxing ring.

Brother Xiong behind him looked at the audience with a heavy expression: "If Lao Hei fights normally, he will definitely lose. He underestimates the enemy too much and gives up all the rules after being annoyed. This is a taboo for an athlete. Once he is overdrawn, his fatigue will be more intense than that of ordinary people. He was originally a part of the previous quarters to solve the enemy. The longer he drags on, the less good it will be for him. Now, he seems to be in decline..."

"Come on...come again!"

Shang Yang was also panting, his physical strength was reduced by at least half. However, compared with Lao Hei in front of him, he was enough to use it. He was firm and pressed step by step. One eye was beaten by Zhou Fei. Now, the wound on his head was opened again yesterday, with blood everywhere in his nose and mouth, and his face could no longer be seen clearly.

But the eyes, which were clearly black and white, were as firm as ever.

"Why did the father and son marry a wife together? They raised their hands and threw him out. Look at him again. How could you humiliate him at such an age? "

Lao Hei's breathing became more and more rapid, his eyes began to turn white, and he closed his eyes from time to time, step by step.

The brain is already severely deficient in oxygen!

His figure of monk Yang looked more like a delicate girl being forced back by a strong man with fangs exposed.

This time, Lao Hei is a delicate girl!

"Come on, stand up straight, don't hide, let me see how you guide you!"

Shang Yang approached forward again.

"Swish..."

Lao Hei's retreating body suddenly stopped. It was not that something big happened, but that he leaned on the belt and had no way out. At this moment, his heart suddenly felt cold, and he felt a sense of grievance mixed in despair. He was a professional boxer and was defeated by an unknown boy in the boxing ring. How should he continue in the future?

"Boy...you have to think clearly about the consequences and start with it. If our company is embarrassed..."

The coaches in the audience couldn't help but speak. Although they were just a very low reminder, it was enough for Shang Yang to hear that the coach had a hideous face. He thought there would be no risk today. He never expected that it was the current situation. If Lao Hei lost, it would be not only the personal face, but also the company's face!

"What I hate most in my life is threats! None of them..."

Shang Yang's face became even more angry.

Chen Yutong was right. Shang Yang did not want to change any life during the day, for nothing else, just to prevent his mother who had raised him for more than 20 years, from having any doubts and reassurance. But at night, when Zhao Suxian was asleep, the woman broke into her house and threatened her. The wind and rain that her mother suffered for so many years was always reflected in his mind.

To change.

Powerless to change.

Then try to change!

"you…"

The coach was so angry that he glared at him.

"Yes, it's me!"

Shang Yang said, rushed forward quickly and hit Lao Hei, who was already supported by some will.

"Bang..."
To be continued...