Happy Little Mayor

At the beginning, Oakley quickly entered the state, using his height and wingspan to carry out boxing oppression, and continued to make storm-like storms.

This set of attacks saw the boxers dazzled. Although most boxers knew Oakley was powerful, he was a little unconvinced because he had not proven himself in the professional boxing arena.

But after this opening series of fists, they were convinced. Facing such footsteps and facing heavy punches with such frequency, they had no resistance!

If Kun Cha greeted him directly, he couldn't resist, and even couldn't avoid it. There were several kilogram differences between the two sides.

So he said in advance that the game is going to play well, so he must let go of his hands and feet. If only by the rules of boxing, he would have been ko.

Under the rules of Muay Thai, Kuncha was like a fish. His hands and heads kept moving backwards, and his thin body shook quickly. From time to time, he kicked and kicked Oakley's knees and calves from time to time. pace of.

The boxer's footsteps are too important. For example, Ali Freedom World Boxing is famous for butterfly steps. Wang Bo sees Oakley's footwork flexibility and feels more like an antelope, chic, confident, dexterous and fast.

In the first round, Oakley put on a copper-walled defense, Kuncha could not break his defense at all, and could only interfere.

However, the Thai people did not just retreat and escape. During his time, he opened the road with iron fists, continued to kick forward, and occasionally performed side kicks and crosses. He also won some points for himself.

‘Ding Ding Ding’, the crisp gong sounded and the first round was over.

Oakley went up and punched, and the referee stopped him. He growled at Kuncha: "vvvv!"

Kun Cha sharply returned a side kick, with a disdainful look, and quickly walked back to his rest table.

The court was already boiling. This was the first time someone had insisted on a round in Oakley's hands. Even if they had evaded before, they were mostly caught up with Ko within tens of seconds.

Wang Bo was conquered by Kun Cha's Muay Thai and ran over to give him an idea: "Hey man, jump up and kick him! Go around and give him a kick ..."

Under the rain of Kun Chahan, Uncle Bing changed two towels in a row.

After listening to Wang Bo's words, he shook his head and smiled bitterly: "No, it's useless, mayor, can't you see? This is an exhibition match. If it is a real battle, I must have been ko!"

Wang Bo was surprised: "Don't be discouraged, how is this possible?"

Bowen lay on his side and said, "No wonder I feel a little bit wrong. How many times did the guy v back to release water?"

Wang Bo glared at him: "Don't say frustrated words here."

Bowen said: "This is not discouraged. To be honest, if Kuncha can really be equal to Oakley, it is a myth. Do you know the difference between them? It is estimated to be fifteen kilograms! This is a natural gap!"

At the end of the one-minute break, Kuncha and Oakley returned, the referee emphasized the rules again, the voice fell off and the game started, Kuncha immediately retreated.

Oakley's punch is here again!

In the second round, Kuncha, who knew that his situation was unfavorable, attacked with a combination of punches, and Oakley began to defend.

This time Kuncha hit more beautifully, continuous kicks and bullying elbows, and even once grabbed Oakley's shoulders, one after another several knee bumps.

Oakley punched his chest with his fists, allowing his opponent's knees to hit his forearms.

This time he felt a pain, shoved his arm immediately after pushing away, and yelled with his teeth: "v! V! V! V !!!"

"Vvv!" The audience shouted.

In the second round, the two sides reached a tie. In the third round, Kuncha ’s attack was even more fierce. A wave of Thai-style leg sweeps like a tomahawk. Sometimes they fought on the edge of the ring, and the audience around them would Subconsciously receded, completely deterred by their momentum.

Oakley was completely defensive, Kuncha's splits and sweeps were beautiful, and he was very murderous, but he did not achieve results.

The heavy sweep of the legs exploded on his ribs again and again, but Oakley didn't panic, his arms continued to rise to block, and occasionally he used his fist to test Kuncha's defense, but did not attack much.

At this time Wang Bo also saw that Oakley was playing fake punches, presumably for the performance.

He said it, Bowen shook his head, and said, "I see, v is actually showing the charm of boxing. The first round is a tentative attack in this sport. The second round is a demonstration of footwork. This round is a demonstration of defense."

He paused and said, "The next round is an attack!"

Entering the fourth round, Kuncha's physical strength declined, and he no longer performed futile splits and sweeps in the opening, but began to shift and avoid.

Bowen was right. Oakley began to attack. He approached Kuncha several times, starting with waves of light and flexible combos.

There is a huge gap between the two sides. This combination of punches cannot be withstood by Kun Cha. He was hit with two punches and the figure began to shake.

In the last ten seconds of the fourth round, Oakley frowned, as if beating, and suddenly accelerated to the left of Kuncha, Kuncha moved sideways, but Oakley jumped somehow, a punch!

Kuncha could not hide, he was punched in the chest, and the whole man was flying!

‘Boom’, with a muffled sound, he was knocked down and dropped on the ring.

The referee counted up, Kuncha was still conscious, he shook his arm to stand up, but he tried it, and finally lay on the ground again.

The audience really cared: "Dark horse, get up and continue to run! Your points are dominant, get up, hold on! Hey, man, let's break out of the universe!"

When the count was over, Oakley raised his arms, and a group of people shouted ‘v’. After all, he was the biological son of Sunset Town.

As the organizer's representative, Wang Bo subsequently took over the golden belt from Roselli. The little nurse was so impatient with him that when he handed him the belt, he took the opportunity to sweep in his palms, his eyes filled with spring.

But Eva was still off the field. Even without Eva, he didn't want to provoke these peach blossoms. He pretended not to see it and took it to Oakley after taking the gold belt.

Oakley lifted the wide gold belt and shouted, "I, v-volcano! Return to the basketball! Professional league, I am back!"

"Wba, wbc, ibf, w wave, wpbf, I'm back! World Boxer Championship, I'm back!"

A large number of magnesium lamps flashed, and long and short shots were aimed at him. Many reporters also flocked up to prepare for interviews.

Wang Bo helped Kun Cha to one side, and the lights were shining there, but there were no people there. He sighed: "No wonder everyone is going to be a champion, this treatment is so different!"

Kuncha's envious look murmured: "In fact, if you have experienced enough, you know that the world is so big and so few champions. In fact, it is good to do something else, as long as you can be happy."

Wang Bo suddenly knew that this Thai must have experienced many things. (To be continued.)