Just when Yi Xuan was nervous, Andrew rushed towards him. The few times of the rabbit rise and fall were not slow for Andrew's body shape. After a few steps, Andrew suddenly jumped up, raised his right fist high, and thought of Yi Xuan's head and smashed it down with the sound of wind.

When Yi Xuan saw the momentum of the fist, he thought it was a big deal to be hit by him. He probably explained his life that there was nothing to retreat behind him. He hurriedly dodged quickly and rolled to the side. When he got up again, he was pressed into the corner.

Andrew punched the air and fell to the ground with his feet. Yi Xuan only felt that his feet were fooling him for a moment. It seemed that this guy's weight was really... Before Yi Xuan could react, Andrew took a step directly in the direction of Yi Xuan. Now Yi Xuan was really blocked. His back was against the corner pillar of the boxing ring behind him, and he watched Andrew's figure getting closer and closer.

It seemed that after he was finally able to take Yi Xuan, Andrew did not rush to attack, but stopped two steps ahead of Yi Xuan, stretched out his right thumb and index finger to make a pinch, and then laughed.

Yi Xuan could see clearly that Andrew was urging his head when he made gestures. Obviously, it meant to pinch himself and screamed in pain. However, this also inspired Yi Xuan's survival instinct. He originally thought that even if he couldn't win, it wouldn't matter, so he would admit defeat. However, judging from the situation just now, Yi Xuan had no doubt that if he was defeated, he would be beaten to death by the other party.

Thinking of this, Yi Xuan no longer hesitated, but felt that his mind was unprecedentedly clear. Adrenaline soared sharply. He suddenly jumped up in the air, his right foot was on the pillar, and then the force suddenly rushed out, and a big flying foot stepped on Andrew's black face.

This sudden change of change occurred. Andrew never thought that the person in front of him had such a jumping force. He was stunned on the spot. He watched the big feet in front of him get bigger and bigger. He kicked his nose with the last foot. He felt a soreness coming from his nose. With a gamble, the bridge of the nose seemed to be broken, and he screamed.

Yi Xuan took this step and changed the direction of his flight, landing quietly on the side, then did not give Andrew a chance to breathe at all, Juhechu! The extreme lingering feet! Swallow whirlwind feet! Three combos kicked Andrew like a storm. Yi Xuan got the longest time and practiced the most skillful. After getting the chance, the three combos were almost inactive, and the kicking Andrew took two steps back.

However, after these three moves, Yi Xuan's newly loaded two moves said that he could not connect to anything. He simply stopped and wanted to slow down and continue to attack.

Andrew could not allow Yi Xuan to breathe, and shouted and fisted and rushed up. At this time, he let go of his big hand that had just been covering his face, and saw long bleeding from his nose, his face was black and red, as if he was a facial makeup.

This time Andrew was really angry. He hadn't suffered such a great loss in boxing for such a long time. His fists were hit continuously like a hot wheel. With the sound of whimpering wind, he only hit Yi Xuan with the ability to resist. He dodged left and right, like a small boat in a storm, and was at risk of overturning at any time. Unlike Andrew's fierce resistance to Yi Xuan's attack, Andrew's hammer-like fist, as long as it hits Yi Xuan's body, Yi Xuan either dies or is injured, and he cannot be allowed to be sided.

The crowd on both sides immediately shouted a frenzy when they saw Andrew's crazy attack.

Yi Xuan had no other way, so he could only use the two skills of fast dodging and jumping to strengthen the opponent's attacks. Although he was hit a few times, most of them were hit by the edge, which was not enough to be fatal. However, even so, Yi Xuan felt that the place where he was hit seemed to be cut off, and he thought that if he continued like this, he would be forced to death.

Andrew attacked with a momentary might, but his movements gradually slowed down. Yi Xuan got a chance to breathe and quickly dodged and opened the distance. Taking advantage of this kung fu, Yi Xuan was another flying swallow whirlwind foot, and he slammed Andrew's charge with three kicks, especially the last kick, which kicked Andrew directly on the head. Andrew shook his head, which seemed to be a little shocking. He was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue, but his feet were soft, and his physical strength was a little unable to keep up.

At this time, Yi Xuan suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart. His fists and feet were still too poor. Even if he had to strengthen his leg skills, he was not the opponent. Now he was not strong enough, so he didn't know what to do.

Although Andrew seemed to care on the surface, he was not feeling well after being hit by Yi Xuan's few strokes. His eyes were congested and he stared at Yi Xuan who was constantly gasping for breathing. He no longer had his previous contempt. Although the boxer in front of him was far inferior to him in terms of body shape and strength, his elusive skills gave him a special headache.

However, seeing Yi Xuan sweating profusely and gasping for breath at this time, he also knew that the other party's physical strength was obviously unable to keep up. If he continued to fight, he would make a decision, but he was not in a hurry at this moment.

Juebu was about to rush over to pursue again, but when he heard a clang, the first round was over.

Yi Xuan staggered to the edge of the ring. Hei Pi immediately climbed onto the ring, put a folding chair next to the pillar, and handed over the towel and water immediately. Yi Xuan was not polite, and sat down on the chair, gasping for breath. Sweat was left on the forehead at this time, and Hei Pi immediately wiped it clean with a towel.

"My play is good, buddy, if it's a regular game, you will probably have to be at least a few dozen o'clock." Hei Pi said with a smile. Although he was laughing, it was not difficult to hear that there was a little more respect in it. At any time, the strong will always be respected.

Yi Xuan was so panting that he had no strength to speak. He rolled his eyes in anger and took a sip of the water bottle handed over by the black skin. His dry throat was not so uncomfortable. Then he gasped and said, "What you said is light, you can try beating." Although he only suffered one or two strokes in this battle, and it was all done by the edge, he couldn't resist the exhaustion of the physical strength.

"Haha, didn't I eat a lot in the morning? I can't stand it now?" Hei Pi teased.

Yi Xuan was too lazy to talk to him, and lay down in his ear and asked in a low voice: "What if I abstain from the right?"

Hei Pi's expression suddenly became serious. His smile disappeared without a trace. He said in a bad tone: "It will make our boss pay a lot of money. We will be unhappy in compensation. If we are unhappy, I won't guarantee that he can do anything." When he said these words, he almost gritted his teeth. The two were close, and they hit Yi Xuan's eardrum one by one. The more he listened, the more he felt disappointed. Of course, he knew what the boss would be like. Needless to say, he might be afraid that his parents at home would suffer.

"But if I lose, will the result be the same? You said before that it doesn't matter if you win or lose." Yi Xuan continued to ask unwillingly.

"It doesn't matter if you win or lose, but the result is completely different." Hei Pi pointed to the fanatical audience around him: "Do you think they care about winning or losing? They care about the process of the game. There is no abstention in the underground Black Fist game."

"FUCK!" Yi Xuan couldn't help but scold him in a hurry: "But if I continue to fight, I will have to explain my life. I don't care. If I fight for another round, I will give up."

Hearing him say this, a vicious expression appeared on Hei Pi's face, but it was fleeting. Now Yi Xuan is boxing. If this guy really doesn't care about abstaining from power, then not only will the boss lose money, but he will also be punished. Thinking of this, Hei Pi thought to himself that he would coax him to hit him.

He whispered in his ear: "One round won't work, at least three rounds. If the winner has not been decided at the end of the third round, you pretend to be beaten out of the field and then abstain. The audience should be satisfied by that time." This is the only expedient measure at present.

"Being beaten out of the field?" Yi Xuan asked in confusion.

Hei Pi nodded: "If you are knocked down on the field, the opponent will likely pursue you. If you are not dead, you will be disabled. If you are beaten out of the field, you will be safer."

"Damn," Yi Xuan cursed again, but he felt relieved. He said that he couldn't say that he would fight for two more rounds, hoping that he could hold on.

He took another sip of water, and after resting for a while, his physical strength has recovered a lot. This means that his physique has improved now. If he had changed before, he would have been exhausted after this game. There was only a crisp sound of clang. The opening bell of the second game rang. Hei Pi hurriedly took back the towel and water bottle and jumped off the stage.
Chapter completed!