I practiced in the United States

After the bicycle race that day, Seth's anger towards him almost made him go from "too" to "big".

Taking the initiative by sneak attack is a special move that Leon taught Charles.

And now, Charles found that the conditions for using the special move have been triggered.

When a 190-pound strong man punches you with all his strength, you will know why boxing matches are divided into heavyweight classes.

Barber only had time to slightly protect his cheek with one hand, and then he was hit by this heavy punch and completely lost his sense of balance, and fell to the ropes next to him.

This is actually normal. In addition to the difference in skills, the biggest difference between ordinary people and professional boxers is the ability to resist blows.

It is easy for ordinary people to lose the ability to resist after being hit by a heavy punch under the head.

Another trick is to make up for it. While the enemy is in a state of stiffness, you must hit as much output as possible.

"Bang! Bang!"

Barber can only subconsciously protect his head now, allowing Charles to hit him with punch after punch.

If it weren't for the boxing ring, he would have already used knees and elbows.

Charles grinned, with a strange smile on his face, and seemed to be saying something.

He looked at Barber as if he was not looking at a person, but an object.

Barber's two companions in the audience were already dumbfounded, especially the one who had just been slapped. He was very glad about this, otherwise he might be the one being beaten on the stage.

The two agreed that it was just boxing practice, so there was no referee on the stage at all. When Barber's two companions in the audience reacted, Barber was almost unable to stand up.

If it weren't for Li Ang's timely dissuasion, the two of them might not be able to control Charles who was now in a violent state.

Taylor knew very well what Charles looked like now, and it was obvious that he was over-secreting adrenaline and was in a state of excitement.

This beating also vented Charles's resentment that had been accumulated for many years.

He had never thought of resisting before, which was why his nickname was "softie Charles".

After Charles got off the ring, he collapsed on the ground. He felt that he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers.

It was really nice to give it all, but the physical strength consumed was not something that ordinary people could bear.

Fortunately, Charles had been exercising during this period, otherwise he might have been exhausted before knocking others down.

"Your friend seems to be a bit heavy."

A figure slowly walked over from the audience not far away.

Unlike the other three little Karas, this one was not of the same level as them at first glance.

He was only wearing a pair of sports shorts, with his upper body exposed to his strong muscles, and even bruises could be seen on it.

This man looked familiar to Li Ang. Thanks to his excellent memory, Li Ang quickly remembered that he was the president of the school boxing club last term, Luke Brandt, who had graduated now.

Li Ang and Charles had never been bullied by him. In other words, the two of them could never meet such a legendary figure in the school.

The other two who were still standing straightened their backs as if they were inflated when they saw Brandt coming.

Brandt actually didn't bother to care about such trivial matters. He also looked down on these guys who only teased their classmates and didn't do their work.

Apart from anything else, if Barber had practiced with him seriously every time he came, he wouldn't be in such a miserable state now.

However, the captains of the football teams these guys belonged to had a good relationship with him, so he had to come out and ask for an explanation.

"I haven't heard of the saying that there is such a thing as heavy hands in the ring."

Li Ang looked up without dodging.

He estimated that he might have to play a game today. It seemed that this was a case of beating the younger and then the older.

But it would be better to solve this trouble at once, so as to avoid these flies appearing in front of him all the time and being annoying.

"Maybe you want to try it with me in the ring?"

It had been a long time since Brandt had seen someone so arrogant in front of him, and he frowned and said to Li Ang.

"No, I don't want to fight you for now."

Leon shook his head and replied.

The only intact one in the trio couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

"You are smarter than I thought. At least you won't die. Hahaha."

Leon calmly turned his eyes to him, "Let's start with you first."

He clearly remembered that the bump on his head on the first day he crossed over was caused by this person.

I thought that I would have a chance to take revenge after I got back to school, but I didn't expect the time to meet would come so soon.

The reason why he chose to avoid Brent first was not because he was afraid.

But Leon was afraid that he would scare him away after the fight.

"Did I hear you right? You?"

The young man with a buzz cut seemed to find it a little funny.

He didn't dare to touch Charles' friend. As for Charles, to be honest, he was a little scared.

The remaining Leon? Obviously the softest persimmon among them.

With his height and body, he doubted that he could kick him to the ground with one kick.

As soon as Li Ang stepped onto the stage, he was stopped by the young man with a crew cut.

"Wait a minute, you have to sign a liability exemption agreement first. After all, your medical expenses will be a lot of money by then, and I can't afford it hahahahaha."

He felt that he was too stable and had completely taken all the situations into consideration.

Li Ang couldn't help but smile.

"You're pretty good at arranging things."

With the previous lesson learned, Brandt also followed into the ring this time and acted as the referee for the two people.

Although just looking at his body shape, it was obvious that Li Ang was no match for the short-haired young man, but for some reason, he could sense a dangerous aura from Li Ang's walking posture.

The short-haired young man imitated Muhammad Ali's butterfly step on the ring, jumping with his feet and making pendulum-like dodge movements with his head.

Not to mention the several audience members in the audience, Brandt alone was sweating a little.

It wasn't because of anything else, it was because the action was too awkward and made him feel a little embarrassed.

"Come on! Let me experience your strength."

The short-haired young man raised his fingers towards Li Ang.

"Wait a minute, I haven't learned boxing and I don't know the rules very well. I want to know if I can use my shoulder to hit someone?"

Li Ang stretched out his palm to express a pause and asked Brandt.

He shook his head and replied: "It is a typical foul to bump or hit an opponent with the head, shoulder, forearm, or elbow joint."

"Don't be like this, Brandt. We should give the newcomers more room for trial and error. Just play your way. I'll accept it."

The short-haired young man could tell at a glance that Li Ang only started to regret it after he got into the ring, so he started looking for excuses.

Since both parties have reached an agreement, Brandt has no reason to object. This is not a regular game anyway.

"Come here! Why don't you come forward? Just accept my punch and you can step off the stage. This process is very fast, and you may not even feel the pain."

The short-haired young man kept provoking and talking trash.

What should be said is that he has not learned the boxing moves, but he has learned a lot of trash talk.

"I'm looking for an angle. What are you waiting for?"

Li Ang showed a kind smile.

When Li Ang, the short-haired young man, and the pillars in the corner of the ring were on the same straight line, Li Ang finally moved.