Abyss Express

[We are with friends, we can take off our clothes, but we have to wear armor when we go into battle]

[——Lu Xun]

[Part①——Out Of The Fog · Out of the Fog]

Hot winds from rivers of lava brushed the warriors' cheeks.

The dust of the story has settled, and the blood in the chest is hard to cool.

The customary program from the Mimierbazaar will be staged at the Dionysus Festival.

across a railway.

Wen Bucai and Victor looked at each other from afar.

Two people, two guns.

It's a bet.

A duel.

Victor held his chin and lowered his head in thought: "Wait for the next bus."

Wen Bucai embraced each other with a bright smile, "Are you serious?"

Victor: "The last time you beat me to the teeth was one hundred and sixty-four years ago. To be precise, it was a soft and sunny day in the golden autumn of October, in the old lair of the Perfume Bottle Gang, in the big business street. Inn, you mistook me for a sorcerer and knocked sixteen teeth out of my mouth--just because little Jack read my book and was fascinated, and when he was reading "Romance with Dragons," he broke Enter my study, peek at my drafts, like a maniac."

Wen Bucai: "Hahahahahahahahahaha!"

Victor: "I hold a grudge very much, and I always remember it! It has been so long, and now I have a slight doubt about the fact that you are stronger than me!"

Romantic people are waiting for the train.

Although it sounds a bit spoiling to say——

——But Ms. Bloodhound went crazy and put a thick Kevlar body armor on her employer and put a third-level head on Victor.

Victor: "You think I'm going to lose?"

Bloodhound: "No, no, no! I don't mean that!"

Victor: "Do you think I will lose? I use words as bullets! You must answer me with precise and deadly language!"

Bloodhound: "We are with our friends, we can take off our clothes, but we have to wear armor in battle!"

Victor relented, "Okay."

Wen Bucai threw the M500 at Victor.

He only has a thick fire suit, which can prevent fire, but not bulletproof.

Victor catches the heavy hand cannon.

Wen Bucai said, "You use your left hand, you don't think I'm bullying you, do you?"

Victor replied: "I work with both hands, and I can write with both hands. They are equally flexible."

The two turned the cylinder to check the condition of the bullets and the firearm.

His hands drooped naturally, waiting for the roar of the train.

At this moment, the knight contest is about to begin.

Victor explained the details: "The moment the train left, one or two people fell down."

Wen Bucai asked about the bet: "How about a lottery?"

Victor: "I want your diary! Empty the stories in your head and turn them into mine!"

Wen Bucai: "I advise you to quit gambling."

Victor: "As an equivalent bargaining chip, if I lose, I will buy you three new motorcycles."

Wen Bucai: "What model?"

Victor: "Honda Golden Wing touring motorcycle, Suzuki Hayabusa racing motorcycle. If you are not satisfied and want to be an old gun, there are three models of Harley's century-old heritage. You can choose."

Wen Bucai: "Are you ready to eat a gun!"

Victor: "Didn't you just persuade me to quit gambling?"

Wen Bucai: "People always have to overcome their immature self, just like the path of evolution."

Victor: "Looking for an excuse to go to the gambling table turns you into a writer."

With a distance of more than 50 meters, the good brothers of Guangling Zhixi are still having dinner at the post station to celebrate the perfect ending of the hunt.

Many Redstone people had noticed this VIP gunfight a long time ago, excitedly hid in the walled barracks, and shot all the searchlights on the two knights.

Meteor stood up suddenly, and tore up the rags of the scavengers: "Ladies! Gentlemen!——"

The little waiter secretly gave Ah Xing a microphone, pulled the audio cable to the locomotive of the Guangling Zhixi Quick Response Force, and the broadcasting platform began to emit enthusiastic announcements.

"I am your new friend! The name is Stepper, which is a stringed meteor sparrow star, but this is not important. Have you ever seen the French opera" Rock Red and Black "? There is also a Joolo Nimo come up with the hot field, I’m going to tell you an announcement.”

"Look at Hei Fang! Hei Fang is a dragon slaying hero from the Mimir Hot Spring Market. He is wearing a fire suit. I believe that in such a ghostly hot weather, if he can keep wearing his clothes, he must be full of anger! You may have heard his name long ago, he lost his stones and sticks, and even lost his memory." Ah Xing gripped the microphone tightly, and roared unwillingly, "Like the scavengers who lost their stones and sticks, Like you, he was able to fight the evil dragon in his heart."

"LOE!—"

Hongshi people's voices are like waves, people come and go.

"JOE!—"

Scavengers come and go, endlessly.

The meteor climbed up the observatory, and then pointed to the red side.

"Red Fang is also from the Mimier Hot Spring Market, you must know him very well! He is a modern modern crusader, a coquettish magazine darling, with equally sexy dancing skills and calligraphy, whether he is a passenger or going to and from various platforms , the traveler who measures the railroad with his feet must have seen the name in the Sun-Times, David Victor."

Meteor is ruthless when evaluating the teacher, and uses spicy words.

"The street stall literature he wrote will not reject any readers, flirt with you, ask you to open your heart, and you will definitely reap wonderful adventures!"

Whistles, screams.

There is also a decisive battle, the fierce drum beat with the chopping board loose meat hammer, and the Mongolian long tune like the waves with the primitive growl.

People are like a pot of boiling water, gathered around the duel scene.

The train drilled out of the gap in the far, far away tundra rift——

--at the same time.

Jiang Xueming and Jason are still competing.

They drove the truck and rushed into the wilderness.

Three-color jackals are very cunning creatures, if they are not wiped out, they will definitely come back to seek revenge.

Two dump truck riders are competing in driving skills, inspiration perception, and driving route planning in the dark.

Amidst the roar of the gasoline engine, the blood and flesh of the front nose steel shovel is the medal of the knight.

The score came [11:33]

From Jason's embarrassing expression and the cold sweat on his face, it can be seen that Xue Ming worked really hard and put his heart into practicing dump trucking.

The train passed the Hangkou Station smoothly.

It brings a strong wind, showing the incredible power in the production of large machines in human history.

The power of pyroxene exploded and roared in the engine, and the steel wheels were like blood-red animal pupils.

Pink steam drifted toward the ceiling of the cavity, and condensed water, smelling of oil and earth, fell.

Unfamiliar faces passed away in a flash, perhaps they were all people who had no fate in this life and will meet again in the next life.

The passengers in the car looked out of the car window curiously, and the flight attendant patiently explained the customs of the Mimir Hot Spring Market.

The spectators on both sides of the road got ready early, kept silent, widened their eyes, used various protective equipment and iron pans to protect their vitals, took off their hot coats, and put on cold armor. I was afraid that the bone-shattering stray bullets produced in the duel would take away my unlucky life.

Under the influence of the extremely strong suspension bridge effect, the inspiration pressure increases step by step.

A pair of strange men and women suddenly embraced passionately, trying to use the instinct of love at first sight to resist the inner fear.

The cheers lasted only a moment.

It's just the moment when people see lovers finally get married.

At this moment—

—Ms. Bloodhound is maddened with jealousy and twisted into shape.

Whether on stage or off stage.

Or the unlucky ghost behind the bloodhound, the six Skull and Bones cabinet members, they all stretched their necks inexplicably excitedly, asking the green gold guard to move a few steps away, so as not to block this good show.

With just a fist and kick, these middlemen in Mimier Hot Spring who only earn black-hearted money are immediately wronged.

"If you don't let me see it, don't let me see it. Don't hit me."

The little waiter reluctantly turned a new page on the scoreboard.

[22:55]

The employer lost badly, but it wasn't over yet. She prayed secretly, hoping that the jackal would not be ignorant, and would take the initiative to put the dog's head under the wheel on the way back, so that Mr. Jason could save some face.

The moment the train departs—

——The strong wind brought up billowing dust and sand.

The incarnation of the gods came in response to the master's call.

The demon spewed flames through the smoke.

The dark blue light of the black fish fins flashed away in the fog.

The chaotic boxing shadows brought out six gunshots that could shatter eardrums!

The sonic boom produced by the bullets whipped the smoke into pits the size of fists.

The result is without suspense——

——Victor lost!

The huge kinetic energy of the .50 Magnum bomb knocked him into the air, and the bullet-proof steel plate and the soul power split together. He was like a rubber ball, he was shot continuously in the chest, belly and thighs, the thick armor shattered his bones, and the bullets sent him flying backwards.

Before Victor landed.

Wen Bucai rushed out of the thick fog and held Victor's little cloth boots tightly.

Like playing with a doll, he straightened Victor upright, and then gave him panacea and steamed buns.

Taking the time to reach out to catch the left-handed M500, it just fell.

Wen Bucai said: "You have all kinds of excuses for the dinner, it's really too artistic and talented."

Victor's face was gloomy, and the moment his soul power was shattered, the door of death was wide open. He still couldn't believe that the same adult butterfly that had metamorphosed six times had such a huge gap in power when it flapped its wings for a duel.

He swallowed the steamed buns, injected the panacea, regained some strength, pulled himself together, and insisted, "Just pretend that I tried to give you the motorcycle in a different way."

Wen Bucai hugged Victor tightly: "I love you! More than marriage relationship!"

Victor's face turned livid: "Don't let go, you let go of my broken rib and I just healed it."

Wen Bucai: "Are you kidding? You lied to me?"

"Are your ears deaf?! Rub it! You can't even hear the noise? Do you think I'm a dragon?" Victor coughed softly, smelling blood from his throat: "The bone pierced Alveoli I want coffee. Give me coffee"

Wen Bucai: "."

A duel is over—

— Another duel has just begun.

From the scene where the two VIPs shot at each other, the scattered stray bullets exploded the head of an unlucky wolfhound.

Its body rolled over the rocks of the tundra and hit Xueming's front shovel.

Jason immediately yelled over the radio, "This one doesn't count!"

Xueming: "Listen to you, it doesn't count."

The two returned to the market at Hangkou Station and parked the blood-stained truck.

Score for the wolfhunt game, finally stuck at [23:62]

— ended with a Jason Megan fiasco.

The Dacia man was furious, thinking to himself.

[I don't have much talent in driving, I have to find another way! I haven't seen the way this guy shoots a gun. Why don't you try a gunfight? ]

to be honest--

——Jason had indeed never seen Jiang Xueming shoot. Even in the hotbed, the moment Jiang Xueming used the bullet vortex of the blood wolf's eye to intercept the flying stone bone fragments, Jason was in a coma. Jason was not there at all when he and Wen Bucai were shooting together, and there was no radio, and he didn't know how terrifying Jiang Xueming's understanding of [martial arts for free] was.

Jiang Xueming remained expressionless, all his attention was on the truck.

He thought about it.

[Its frame should be chrome-molybdenum alloy, which is very heavy. Generally, rally cars will use this metal as a roll cage. I was thinking, if I have my own girlfriend in the future... oh no, a dump truck. Do you want to give her a medical and aesthetic surgery? It must be done. This car is too difficult to drive, and it is absolutely impossible to simply reduce the weight. The balance of the whole car is very important.]

[Part②——Stand My Ground·Stand My Ground]

"Hey!" Jason grabbed Jiang Xueming's clothes: "What are you thinking? Why are you laughing? Are you kidding me?"

Jiang Xueming quickly explained: "I think of happy things."

Jason was annoyed: "Am I happy to win?"

Jiang Xueming: "No. I just thought of this car"

Jason: "It's not over yet! It's not over yet! Let's compete! I must beat you!"

The little waiter was listening with question marks all over his head, "Employer, do you fucking think your life is too long?"

Jiang Xueming took out the battle master: "Alright."

Jason pulled out the Rhino revolver.

Thirty seconds later—

——Soon, there is no need for any atmosphere group at all.

They didn't even agree on a bet—

——It's over!

Bu Liuxing, the announcer, only interjected in his spare time, without any emotion, it was all skill.

"Student Jiang Xueming from an unknown branch used the Eliminate Weapon Curse to defeat Jason, who didn't even use the spell from an unknown branch. It's wonderful."

The whole process was like a shooting star that couldn't be ignited——

——Too fast, almost a one-sided crush.

The rhinoceros revolver in Jason's hand hadn't been raised yet, and the speed of firing the gun was already a step slower. When he raised the muzzle of the gun, the weapons in his hand had turned into parts, turning into throwing knives, and pierced into Cave. Pulling it into the bulletproof plate, blasting him until his legs went limp.

His fingers were covered with bruises and cuts, and Jason gnashed his teeth in pain.

One setback, one blow.

He couldn't imagine how ruthless Jiang Xueming was to have such a strong will to fight, able to destroy the sharp teeth of the enemy in an instant.

He had to change to a gentle way, so that the process of deciding the winner would not be so violent and sudden, and he would only lose in the first round.

"Let's fight! Let's go to the ring! Jiang Xueming!"

Immediately afterwards, the Dacia man took off his bulletproof vest, took off his spirit clothes and shirt, revealing his well-proportioned muscular figure.

He is not strong, and his physical body is considered excellent. This body can take him to climb rocks and mountains, but it is far behind Bu Meteor.

Jiang Xueming took off the MOLLE, and unzipped the spirit clothes on his body. Get two pairs of boxing gloves and wrapping protective gear from the enthusiastic post station market.

Waiter: "Are you serious? Employer"

Jason turned his head and asked, "What's the matter? You think my invitation to a duel is lifeless? Don't you know the heights of heaven and earth?"

The little waiter pursed his lips and suddenly laughed.

She has a beautiful smile, like a sour plum candy, very sweet.

"Your inspiration should be much stronger than mine. When facing Mr. Jiang Xueming, I couldn't bring up any thought of fighting him--I'm not trying to make fun of you in a roundabout way. The brave draws his sword to the strong! Now you make me feel very at ease, your will is indestructible and unbreakable."

Jason smiled happily, rubbing the little waiter's head.

"Wait for the good news of my victory!"

The little waiter nodded vigorously: "Yeah!"

Jason: "Instead, I want to ask you, are you serious with the expression of swallowing your saliva at his abs and mermaid lines while cheering me on?"

The little waiter frowned as if the villain was the first to complain: "Employer, you should exercise hard—if you want me to wear the same style of dress as Marilyn Monroe, who should you look at?"

Jason thought carefully: "Look at you."

The little waiter took a deep breath, straightened his protruding head, and kept scratching his head, unable to figure it out—and finally found an intriguing little emotion in the chestnut hair, and said nothing again talk.

The grain bags and walls of the military depot were used as the basic materials, and a simple canvas arena was built.

The scavengers took off the patched clothes and twisted them into ropes.

The damaged parts of the train were brought from the good brother of Guangling Zhixi, and the pipes were wrapped in thick cold-proof wool, which became a four-corner column that boxers could rely on.

The Masonry Society logo is also on the canvas blanket. It is a bright red millstone and carving knife.

It is a symbol of food and craftsmen, and the people living here are extremely capable.

Whether it's making tools by hand, or hunting by hand.

The searchlights of the FOB radio station focused again, and the two boxers made their debut on the stage.

Bu Meteor was at the best viewing point, and started screaming at the high point of the observation station.

"With the entrance of the tundra mine as the north, and at the southwest corner of the ring, is the red side of this triathlon duel—his name is Jiang Xueming."

"What do you want to ask about a triathlon? Driving to hunt, fighting with guns, and finally put on protective gear and take off your clothes, and have a physical collision! This is the triathlon at the Mimir Hot Spring Market!"

"The player on the blue side in the northeast corner, named Jason Megan, is an experienced old passenger. According to the rule of two out of three rounds, he has swallowed the tears of failure, but this player is not so easy The downed man! He crawled back again and again from the hell of shame and failure—”

The little waiter handed over a small note in due course.

Bu Meteor took the note and took a look.

"The blue boxer is 188 centimeters tall and weighs 77 kilograms. His wingspan is much longer than Jiang Xueming's. In the boxing match, he surpassed his opponent by several orders of magnitude. According to According to normal boxing rules, this is an extremely unfair fight, and for Jiang Xueming, he can give up the fight completely."

Jiang Xueming raised his fist and put on a fighting posture.

Bu Meteor cheered happily: "I've never seen Brother Ming with such an enthusiastic mental outlook! He didn't refuse! Then follow the rules of the Mimier Hot Spring Market! There is no referee, no turn-based system, no scoring points and invalid blows—— In the ring, only the chin is fair."

"Everyone's jaw is so fragile. Even with a 70-pound punch, as long as you hit the jaw at the right angle, your brain will shake and your body will faint."

Bu Meteor stood up and threw his arms, shouting along with the cheers of the audience.

"The game starts, and it's not over until one person falls!"

In a boxing game where the winner is decided with both hands.

The first step is to determine the opponent's left fist, which is called the jab in boxing and the lead in martial arts.

As far as the left fist can touch, the heavy blow of the back hand can immediately follow.

At this very moment—

——Jason's left arm has a natural advantage over Jiang Xueming.

He was almost two offensive positions ahead of Xueming. He kept probing with sharp jabs and lightly tapped the opponent's side forearm, trying to block Jiang Xueming's advancing route.

His face was stern, his ears were listening and his eyes were watching in all directions.

Bu Meteor squatted on the commentary platform at the right time, observing the color of the muscles of the two.

"The red side is observing the blue side's wingspan. This is a common move by Brother Ming. The one who hits the opponent will consume more energy than the one who is beaten. What should we do? Jason! Let me remind you, Brother Ming His fist speed is 18.7, if you let him get into your arms, you will definitely not be able to withstand his rainy attacks, because I have tried the pain of that combination punch with my body!"

The voice has not yet fallen——

——Xue Ming changed his pace.

He started bouncing, expending more stamina, and started swapping front and back, trying to change the rhythm of the opponent's jab.

Jason suddenly lost his footing——

——Pushing, shoving, and slapping were very regular, trying to push the short Jiang Xueming out of the reach of his arms.

Now the little dwarf's alternate steps are like dancing.

When the heart is in chaos, so is the fist.

The feeling of swinging the forehand in the air is very uncomfortable, just like trying to catch driftwood in the sea, the feeling of peace of mind is gone, and I can't keep up with the opponent's pace at all!

The continuous stabbing of the arm was sent out.

Leave the sweat in the air and the sound of the wind loud.

The opponent in front of Jason, Jiang Xueming——

——On this cold and heartless face, the edge of the blue glove was lightly brushed, bringing up a little bit of blood, just a hair's breadth away.

His left arm was like a spring stretching and stretching. Jason followed every step and pursued at the same time.

"Snapped--"

The crisp slap brought up blood. Xue Ming's eyes could catch this kind of flaccid, unsupported fist, and he could slap it away.

The right arm that had been hiding in the dark was looming, Jason couldn't hold back the impatience in his heart, and wanted to use a wide range of hook punches to catch the nimble opponent!

Jiang Xueming: "Come on!"

Jason froze: "What do you mean!?"

Jiang Xueming: "Literally."

An indescribable sense of shame welled up in my heart.

Jason's emotions were instantly ignited——

—He doesn't back down any more! Don't want to take another step back!

Continuous and rapid step attacks followed.

Jason exerted all his strength, but the more he hit, the more frightened he became.

The black-haired young man was swinging his headgear in a low position, like an irregular pendulum.

Arms brushed his hair and forehead, brushed his bright red gloves.

Jason's arms fell further and further.

Jiang Xueming evaded almost all attacks by squatting, except for the occasional exhausted fists that he would not dodge, and used the thick flesh of his shoulders and neck and his arms to hold them down.

Until the grindstone and carving knife were soaked by the sweat of the two of them——Jason finally seized the slightest chance of winning. He suddenly saw Jiang Xueming's eyes lose focus when he covered his face with his arms! It is the gap of defense, the door of death!

The rear hand punched down suddenly!

At that moment—

—Jason lost consciousness.

All he felt was a slap on the cheek by a bull.

But the audience in the audience can see clearly.

The red boxer is like a skilled hunter——

— as if fighting a beast with strong limbs.

Waiting for the moment when the beast was exhausted, the hunter showed a slight illusion of exhaustion.

The wild beast rushed forward, exposing the dead door in his heart!

"Jason took the counterattack! This punch is solid!" Bu Liuxing saw it clearly: "Just when he was about to punch down and throw a straight punch! Red Fang's left arm supported the attacker from bottom to top His right arm! His fist was thrust from the outside of the elbow, and it pecked at Lan Fang's face!"

Jason's legs were shaking, almost instinctively driving him to maintain a hugging posture and protect his head.

Jiang Xueming's punches were very fast, like a machine gun firing, constantly hitting Jason's lower abdomen, trying to find the flaw in his head!

Bu Meteor: "I can hold on! Lan Fang protected the vitals! But can he bear the pain of the stomach, liver and kidneys? As long as you lower your posture, bend down and let your hands go to protect your stomach! Brother Ming will definitely send his fist to you face! Hold your ground!"

Jason wanted to fight back.

Bu Meteor: "Be careful! Jason!"

The arm just raised caused Xue Ming to punch sharply and quickly, and the counterattack intention was completely killed in the cradle at the start-up stage.

This is the fighting technique created by intercepting the opponent's attack, and it is also the true meaning of Jeet Kune Do.

Jason's face turned ashen, and every bombardment from his waist and abdomen was not very powerful.

But, like dripping water wears away a rock——

——These fists landed precisely on his most uncomfortable and weakest abdomen time and time again.

grit your teeth—

—Jason Megan!

He thought so, still just protecting his chin and cheekbones.

Wanting to fight back at such a short distance over and over again——

——That's impossible, I can't even stretch my arms.

The bodywork and footwork of running away continuously, and the quality of Jiang Xueming's punches are also declining with this pursuit!

It is impossible for him to maintain such a high-frequency and high-quality offense all the time!

Listen carefully! Listen carefully! Jason!

listen carefully

Listen to his breathing! Check out the luster of his muscles!

As long as he stops, it's my turn!

The audience under the ring did not dare to take a breath——

——They have never seen such a calm and rational fight.

The red and blue sides are choosing positions neatly, using their bodies to measure the pace of the ring and the opponent, and hitting the rope is the most thrilling moment!

Because both parties have an understanding of each other's punching strength, only the rope made of the scavenger's clothing can add strength to the body is an unknown factor.

Only eight seconds passed.

Jiang Xueming stopped chasing when he was about to exhaust himself, and his head tilted violently.

The trunk couldn't keep up with the nerve reflex, and almost at the same time, Jason's fierce jab that could scrape the skin came again!

To be honest, Xue Ming didn't expect that the blue-gold elder brother had such a strong will to fight. Putting this kind of pain on Meteor's body could make him bend over in pain, exposing his chin and exposing the door of death.

It's great to still have the strength to fight back!

"Very good"

Jiang Xueming said it involuntarily, pushed out of the attack range by the continuous combination of punches, and adjusted his breathing and gait calmly.

Jason Megan lost his eyes and was panting heavily.

Xue Ming didn't pursue him, he could see that it was a kind of mimicry——

——Just like his previous faux exhaustion, Jason was luring him into the hunting ground.

The northwest corner is the leeward side for Jason. I am going to fight against the cold wind in the north. If I am tricked by such a low-level trick, I am afraid that I will really be exhausted under Jason's sharp left fist. Light physical strength.

"Great! Jason Megan!" Jiang Xueming took four seconds to adjust. He felt the burning pain in his hands, the mechanical fatigue from continuous punching, and the blood on his arms and cheeks, which made him feel rational Mei, "It's great to meet you! Come on!"

Jason looked disappointed, and the soles of his shoes slammed onto the floor, ready to use his strength.

"I am a lucky person. If I want to become an armadillo hunter, the first prey is you. This is really lucky for me. Did I make such a big circle?"

"Yeah." Jiang Xueming was ready to attack: "The shortcut is to take a long way."

The physical strength of the two is more than half, if they continue to fight like this.

There's no way to end the match -- there's no way to bring one of them down.

There is only one way - give up defense and fight each other, and use fists to speak.

Next, there is no technical value, and there is no need for meteor commentary.

The roar of cars came from the tundra, and the hunting team of the Dionysus Festival set off from the market and rushed into the dark field.

The members of the Redstone Rock Band made their debut, driving off-road vehicles to hunt—from time to time, they looked into the distance and saw two fighting beasts splashing blood and sweat on the ring.

Thousands of creatures are like stars on the earth. They each have their own abilities. Each of them blooms with the energy of life in the sound of gunfire, or turns into dust, and becomes a part of Mimir again.

Enthusiastic cheers and mournful crying all merged into one.

It is the people who have regained their inspiration, reluctantly returning the sticks in their hands to the young passengers.

The speed at which Xue Ming and Jason swung their fists became slower and slower.

The red and blue fists were entangled and hit the cheek at the same time.

The soft flesh of their facial features was trembling, and the shock of the brain involved the spinal nerves, making the body tremble along with it.

Like spring thunder, it contains infinite vitality——

— it is getting louder and louder.

The desolate north wind could not extinguish these two flames.

The high-temperature mist from their bodies gradually gathered into a spiritual cloud on the ring.

The wrist bone is aching, and the tendon sheath is starting to tear, what should I do——

——The answer is only thunderous punches.

"boom--"

Hit each other, hit each other again and again.

The little waiter didn't say a word under the ring.

Bu Meteor clenched his fists on the sentry post.

Victor: "Very similar."

Wen Bucai: "Like a butterfly flapping its wings."

"Jiang Xueming, one of my eyes is swollen." Jason's face was completely changed, as if he had undergone plastic surgery, and the surgeon was Jiang Xueming.

Jason: "I can't calculate the distance, maybe the next confrontation will be the final round."

Xue Ming didn't have many injuries on his face, and he didn't have much physical strength left, but based on his weight and total body fat, Jason Megan's health bar was too long.

"Too fast." Jiang Xueming expressed regret: "It's a great honor to play against you, but it's too fast. If I can play for another ten minutes, if it can be longer--I'm very happy, you can be my opponent." partner."

"Your fist is so weird." Jason had blood and tears on his face: "It seems that every time, I just need to follow one step, and I just need to use a little more force to catch you. It seems that I just need to grit my teeth and hold on for a while." Yes, a higher-quality step-up punch can knock you out."

Jiang Xueming raised his arms: "Well, you are a very good fighter in the ring."

Jason raised his arms: "This kind of fist is as vicious as a needle in the back of a wasp's tail. It hurts me so much that it wants to wake me up from the muddle, but when I breathe hard, I feel alive and very happy. This eye is swollen, the inspiration is not so sharp, and the nerve endings are gradually calming down, I can't tell the distance from your arm, so I feel - it's great, it's great to meet you."

The two stepped forward at the same time, sprinting toward each other.

"Jason!"

"Jiang Xueming!"

Strength has nothing to do with battle cries, I just want to use the anger and enthusiasm in my heart to squeeze out the last bit of energy in my body.

In the end, this boxing match has no winners and no losers.

Sticky sweat and blood hung on the canvas, making them slip and fall together, and they had no strength to get up again.

They were lying on their backs and showing symptoms of rhabdomyolysis.

A bucket of cold water was poured on it to wash away the filth from the ring.

Meteor and the little waiter pulled their partners off the ring, and immediately other people went up to compete.

Jason was confused: "Did I win?"

The little waiter wiped the snot and tears from his employer's face, but he didn't have time to wipe the snot and tears from his own face, so he just made fun of him.

"Where did you win! Get up! Employer! It's still early! Look at your face! You lost your looks when you were on the ring, and you still lost your looks when you got off the ring! His face is still clean , look at your face, ouch, yo, yo, yo."

Jason: "Fortunately, my brain is good, hahahahaha!"

The little waiter was puzzled: "Do you need brains when punching?"

Bu Meteor: "He means, his head is stronger! He's not afraid of being beaten!"

Little waiter: "Hahahahahahaha!"

Everyone looked at Jiang Xueming together.

Xue Ming was already overworked and fell asleep completely——

——The little waiter was still a little worried, because Xue Ming's legs were still twitching unconsciously, and so were his arms.

"What's wrong? Something went wrong? I saw those frogs that had their heads chopped off shaking like this! Is your friend okay?!"

Meteor didn't see anything strange, and suddenly became nervous.

Jason's observation skills are very keen, and he understands it.

"It's subject two, the legs are stepping on the clutch, and the hands are in gear."