In the boxing ring, everyone was watching.

Zi Yang may have felt a little threat from this man and became very cautious. He did not start attacking directly, blocking his fists in front of him, and he could attack and retreat or defend.

Wu Fan remained motionless.

Even though the referee's whistle had sounded, he was only facing Zi Yang and did not show any posture. His appearance surprised everyone. If he hadn't only been wearing blue boxing shorts and naked, it would be difficult to associate this posture with the boxer.

The two confronted each other for about twenty seconds, and no one moved.

This has been a long time in the boxing ring. What the audience here hopes to see is the collision between tough guys and tough guys, rather than the so-called routines. They want to see the duel between fists and flesh, real swords and guns.

It is also for this reason that Shang Yang defeated Tie Niu and Lao Hei before, but did not have a certain impact among the audience. Until today, he knocked down the Heilong and Heihu in the most rapid way, which made the audience gradually accept it.

"What's going on? Zi Yang doesn't move?"

The boxer standing next to Shang Yang couldn't help but speak.

"Wufan's posture is so weird..."

"Zi Yang must be looking for an opportunity and prepare to kill him with one blow!"

Shang Yang still did not participate in their discussion, but just stared at it, for fear of missing a trace of details.

"Swoosh..."

Zi Yang finally punched and made a tentative attack. It is not difficult to see that his level is above the Iron Bull. It is not a little higher than that. If he punches every second, his speed should be between eight and nine. Such speed has made it impossible for many people to achieve for life, and it is a problem of talent.

With a straight punch, he headed straight to Wu Fan's face.

Although it is a tentative attack, it also suddenly exerts force. For normal boxers, they can only maintain a defensive posture, resist this punch, and find an opportunity to counterattack.

However, under the light, Wu Fan seemed to have expected that he would attack in advance, and just avoided his head. At the same time, he raised his legs to attack Ziyang's lower plate. As soon as an expert took action, he knew whether it was there. It didn't seem to hit his chest with a straight kick, but the angle was very tricky. If it was kicked in the knee joint of the calf, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Zi Yang is a well-known boxer and the pillar of the club.

He quickly realized this problem, pulled his legs back, removed most of his strength, and attacked Wu Fan's chest like a shadow.

"Bang..."

"Bang..."

The two of them had a chance to touch each other at the same time.

And backwards at the same time.

Wu Fan took two steps back, and Zi Yang took three steps back!

“Um…”

The audience all sighed because they never expected this scene.

"What?"

Zhang Wu shouted in shock. Not only him, but most boxers became shocked. After all, the famous boxers were like a mountain pressing on their hearts and could not be read at all. The image was too sacred. Now, a person weighing 130 or 40 kilograms had emerged, which was a shock to the concept.

Shang Yang's eyes became more and more sharp. He looked carefully and had no deep-rooted concepts about the famous contestants, and saw problems that no one else saw.

Zi Yang took off half of Wu Fan's strength and took three steps back.

Wu Fan resisted Zi Yang's punch without being injured, but only took two steps back.

"Interesting...interesting!"

Wu Fan on the ring smiled and sneered: "I thought there was no one in this big boxing ring. I didn't expect that the carelessness could actually hit me, and I also took two steps back. OK... I just had a random blow just now, and I will use three-pointers to catch it..."

"Shut up, who allows you to say that Ziyang!"

The elder sister in the VIP seat stood up angrily.

Wu Fan's voice was very loud, many people heard it, and most people began to shout.

Wu Fan's smile became stronger and stronger: "Stand firmly, look forward to it!"

As he spoke, he took the initiative to move forward, his hands just swinged and did not show an attack. It gave people the feeling that the boxing gloves he was wearing were just a burden, and the main attack power was placed on his legs. His left leg suddenly flew up and hit Zi Yang's head. The speed was so fast that it was far beyond the proficiency of using his hands.

Zi Yang's pupils instantly shrank, and he subconsciously posed in a boxer's defensive posture.

"Bang..."

It is no longer the sound of a fist touching the head, there is no protective gear on the legs, no buffering, and the force is even stronger.

With just this kick, the noise of the audience disappeared without a single sound.

But before the kick was dropped, Wu Fan's right leg supported the weight of his body and jumped. Before his left leg landed, his right leg had already been blasted out again.

"Bang"

There was almost no interruption.

Zi Yang immediately took three steps to the side and leaned against the belt before he stood firm.

For a moment, the boxing ring was in an uproar.

What they were expecting was that Zi Yang would kill all sides, but the fact was just the opposite. He was beaten by a player weighing only 130 kilograms and had no ability to fight back. No one had ever thought that this relatively short shell-repelling could have such amazing explosive power.

"It's not so bad!"

Wu Fan was not in a hurry to attack and made a comment.

Zi Yang stood firm and shook his head, obviously being kicked out.

"What's going on?"

Ge Zhong, who was on the second floor, suddenly turned dark, and it was not difficult to hear the shock in his words. Zheng Hai made a move in this competition. The two-person competition was no longer advantageous. The combination of Shang Yang and the Lion was in the hands of the challenger and the madman. The chance of winning was slim. Those who could support him to show his smile were always the double insurance of Qi Tian and Zi Yang in the single competition.

The situation of stable securities trading has become like this.

"Who is this person? Where did he come from..."

Ge Zhong's voice became colder and colder, and his eyes burst into cold light. If the single and double champions were captured by outsiders, his reputation would plummet. As the host, he did not win any competition. In the eyes of the boss behind him, he would also question his ability to shape players!

Brother Xiong behind him also breathed poorly, and this situation was very different from what he expected.

I know the seriousness of the matter.

He said seriously: "Wu Fan, twelve of the 36 boxers in this season are scattered people, and he should have replaced others' quota!"

"Single people?"

In the boxing ring, Sanren has always been a supporting role, because once there is a Sanren who will shine, they will either be snatched away by various brokerage companies or recruited by clubs, and it is difficult to keep it out.

Ge Zhong turned around and said angrily: "If such a scattered person can enter the competition, what are you doing?"

Brother Xiong gritted his teeth and did not respond.

Ge Zhong withdrew his gaze and stared at the boxing ring, gradually feeling bad in his heart.

"Bang...bang...bang"

Just now, I made two consecutive kicks, but I chose three consecutive kicks, without any gaps in the middle, and I didn’t give Zi Yang any breath, and the strength was stronger than that.

Until now, Zi Yang has not been able to make any effective attack except for the initial tentative attack. He looked at Wu Fan in front of him with a little fearful look. Others don’t understand the feelings. He is extremely clear. Every time he is hit, he feels that the brain in his brain is shaking. If it weren’t for the sake of reputation, he would not admit defeat as a well-known player.

He would lie on the ground because it was no longer a match, but a ravage.

"Who are you?"

“Huh?”

Wu Fan blinked, surprised, and then sneered: "I thought you silly guys are all wastes, but I didn't expect you to be able to withstand a few times. It's good, very good, but I just used five points of force, and now... I will use seven points of force!"

Every word is written in heart.

Zi Yang's nose wings trembled, and the anger on his face was endless. He knew that he didn't have much chance, but he still had to attack. He stopped huddling on the edge of the belt, rushed over fiercely, and used both fists and feet.

A light flashed in Wu Fan's eyes.

He did not fight again, and took a step back sideways with a very fast speed. The moment he avoided the attack, he crossed his footsteps against Zi Yang's calves. His movements seemed very slow, but in fact they were very fast, and they were incompatible with the style of playing in the boxing ring. It was similar to the tripping of a child when he fell, but this was very effective.

Move forward and drive your legs.

It was like a thousand pounds of force was injected into his legs, which made Zi Yang's calf tremble, and then the center of gravity was unstable. Zi Yang felt that the world was spinning. It was not that he was dizzy, but that his body was uncontrollably going downward.

"Bang..."

It is known as the most anticipated boxer in a single game.

Box ring pillars.

A sequence of well-known players.

Backstage lounge boxer's goal to work hard.

In this way, he was knocked to the ground without any warning, not exaggerated at all, not fancy at all, nor tragic at all. Only kindergarten children were admitted to being knocked down.

Zi Yang was not seriously injured, but he stared at the ground with wide eyes and was unable to stand up for a long time.

His eyes are red.

All the pride fell apart at this moment.

"But that's it!"

Wu Fan seemed to have killed a little chicken, clapped his hands easily, walked to the belt, leaned leisurely, waiting for Zi Yang to stand up and continue the competition.
To be continued...