"Dear netizens, the match has been selected, and it is time to really start the long-awaited main competition - the ring competition."

"The game adopts a three-round rule, each game lasts three minutes, one minute of rest between games, and after all three games are over, the final winner will be decided by the referee, or the opponent will directly win in the game."

"Please rest assured that we are invited to professional competition referees. When the final judgment is made, we will uphold the principle of objective and fairness and there will never be any black whistle."

"I know that everyone can't wait to watch the duel on the ring, so let's not say much. Next, let's welcome the first group of players to the stage, namely...Boss Tang and Zhang Qing."

"I would like to invite two."

Yuan Yi and Ivy stood in front of the stage and introduced their opening remarks enthusiastically.

Tang Zong and Zhang Qing had just finished drawing and went to prepare. Now that they heard the host's invitation, they had already put on professional competition clothes and protective gear, striding out of the field, and stepped onto the ring.

The barrage was very popular.

"Hahaha, you are a live broadcast platform and the entertainment competition you hold has a big black whistle."

"It's just a professional referee. I'd be more at ease if you hire someone."

"Here's here, the game is about to begin."

"Puff... Why do I feel like Zhang Qing is a little brave enough to die?"

"Brother Qing is so difficult. He doesn't even have a prop card. He just met the selfless boss Tang. The game he would probably be miserable later."

The host also stepped onto the ring. Yuan Yi stood beside Zhang Qing and asked with a smile: "Teacher Zhang, netizens seem to be not optimistic about you. What do you want to respond?"

Zhang Qing, who had just forced himself to leave the scene and did not show any timidity at all, was instantly exclaimed when he heard this and smiled bitterly: "I don't care about myself either. I hope Boss Tang can show mercy later and don't let me die too ugly."

Ivy stood beside Tang Zong and immediately answered and asked, "Does Boss Tang have anything to respond?"

Tang Zong smiled and said, "I have already said what I should say in the afternoon. I am friends off the field, and when I go to the ring, I can only be a temporary opponent. If I offend you more later, I hope Teacher Zhang can be more grateful."

"Boss Tang is too cruel."

"It's over, Brother Qing is really in trouble."

There was gloating on the barrage.

After asking what was time, both sides also spoke. The host did not stay in the ring for too long, and directly stepped off the stage and gave the position to the referee.

The referee called Tang Zong and Zhang Qing to the court, reiterated the spirit and rules of the game, then checked the gloves, tooth support and shorts of both sides, and let the two sides fight to show friendship.

After the process is completed, the first game will officially begin when the bell rings.

Supporters Yuan Yi and Ivy also sat in front of the commentary stage at this time, and temporarily made guest appearances to learn about the commentary.

Although he is not a professional event commentator, he is a host after all, and he is very polite and probably did his homework in advance, so he feels pretty good at explaining.

Yuan Yi: "The game has begun. Boss Tang is very proactive. He came up and launched a fierce attack, punched, hit, hit straight, hit again, whipped legs, ah, Teacher Zhang still didn't dodge, and was kicked hard now. It seems that Boss Tang wants to fight and decide quickly."

Ivy: "Teacher Zhang's situation is very passive. He was beaten up throughout the whole process. The referee pulled the two away. Can Teacher Zhang take the opportunity to take the opportunity to take the initiative again?"

Yuan Yi: "The game continued. Boss Tang continued his strategy just now and was still taking the initiative. Boss Tang punched and hit him again. He made another leg. Oh, Teacher Zhang still didn't dodge, and was kicked hard and fell to the ground."

Ivy: "Teacher Zhang is still very passive. If you continue like this, it seems that you can decide the winner without playing three games."

On the ring, Zhang Qing was not only passive, but he was a little confused. Damn, Tang Zong, are you really doing it?

He was kicked twice in a row and punched several times. Although he wore a protective gear, he still clearly felt the pain from his body, especially his head. He was punched several times in succession, and his ears were buzzing, and his mind was still a little shaking.

He fell to the ground, his movements were very embarrassed, and the referee also stood in front of him, leaned over and counted at him, counting at 5, and when the count was 10, the game would end, and he would be relieved and would not be beaten by Tang Zong again.

But Zhang Qing was very unwilling to accept that he could not beat Tang Zong. He was beaten so badly just now, and his face would probably be lost. If he was directly kosted, he would not even have the last bit of dignity.

For dignity, he must persist.

Since you, Tang Zong, have no feelings at all, then I will be beaten into a pig's head and have to get some injuries for you.

Zhang Qing felt ruthless and stood up again before the referee counted to 10.

The barrage instantly changed. Boss Tang, who was still full of screen just now, is awesome, but now he is starting to sing: Come on, Brother Qing, fuck him.

The visual impact of the fist to the flesh is indeed the most exciting thing. A group of water friends are like they have been injected with chicken blood and outputs it on the barrage.

Yuan Yi: "Teacher Zhang is very tenacious. He stood up again. The game continued. Teacher Zhang took the initiative to attack. Oh, he hits Boss Tang for the first time."

Ivy: "It seems that Teacher Zhang was woken up by the kick just now. It seems like he has changed his personality and has a lot of offense. Some of them are watching now."

One was merciless, and the other was even more violent. The game was indeed much more exciting and intense than before.

Three minutes passed in a flash, and the first game ended, the two were pulled apart and returned to the Taiwan corner to rest.

Tang Zong also got a few punches and deeply felt the feeling Zhang Qing had just experienced. His expression was not as relaxed as before, and he became much more solemn. Zhang Qing was even more difficult than he thought.

Wu Youyou handed the water next to her and said with concern: "Is it okay, Brother Tang?"

Tang Zong rinsed his mouth and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, it's okay."

Diagonally, Zhang Qing's situation was even worse.

Although he and Tang Zong are both ordinary people, their strength is not as big as professional players, and they are not as bloody as they hit the head and are not long after three minutes, after the fierce collision, his face flushed, his eyes are red and swollen, and he rinsed his mouth and bloodshot, which is obviously very serious.

Sun Hanxue was not as calm as Wu Youyou. She cried and felt sad and felt guilty: "I'm sorry, Brother Qing, I didn't win the prop card, I can't help you at all. If I don't have it, let's admit defeat. Stop hitting, Boss Tang is really ruthless."

Zhang Qing gritted his teeth: "No, I can hold on."

The Clay Man is still angry. He has been hit with real fire until now. He can lose the game, but he must not be timid in the formation.

The one-minute break time passed in the blink of an eye, the bell rang again, and the second game began.

Zhang Qing continued his strategy in the second half of the first game, no longer conservatively avoiding it, but instead took the initiative to attack when he found an opportunity, and even got a punch, he had to give Tang Zong a little color.

With the blood in his heart, he resisted it in the second game. Although he was hit a lot, he also got the chance and gave Tang Zong a few hard times, which was considered a fight back and forth.

But in the third game, Tang Zong also made a real fire, and his move became a little more ruthless. The gap in strength between the two sides was clearly revealed at this moment.

Zhang Qing consumed a lot of physical strength in the first two games. In the third game, his physical strength gradually disappeared, and his bloodiness in his heart gradually dissipated under the pressure of a series of fierce offensives from Tang Zong.

The situation became even more passive. He was being pressed and beaten throughout the game, especially in the last few dozen seconds, he was pressed by Tang Zong on the corner of the stage, and he was beaten by both fists and punched him.

He could only instinctively block his arms in front of his face and barely protect himself, without any strength to fight back.

In the last few seconds, he couldn't resist the self-protection, his expression was a little dazed, his eyes were a little distracted, and he was completely stunned.
Chapter completed!