when i have experience

Chapter 161 Dance Moves
"Be careful, you can't attack like this again, and you must not be hit by Francis again." Uncle Xing looked at Chen Xing worriedly. His heart was hanging in his throat just now, and he almost felt that he was about to have a heart attack.

"I see." Chen Xing nodded and opened his mouth. Someone squeezed the water bottle and shot water into Chen Xing's mouth. When Chen Xing spat out the water, it was bloodshot.

The three beauties sitting on the side stopped shouting and cheering, and just looked at Chen Xing worriedly. This was the first time for the three of them to feel the cruelty of boxing so clearly, especially when they were on the stage. It's someone they care about.

The cruelty seemed so naked.

"Ding"

The fourth round begins.

Chen Xing clenched his braces and stood up, shaking his head and still feeling a throbbing pain, he walked forward.

"Chen Xing really needs to be more careful. Obviously, his quick fist suppression style can't suppress Francis. This round is very important. If Chen Xing doesn't take good countermeasures, he will be in danger." Xiong Zixiang finally rested in the round Time to realize that he is also a narrator.

The broadcaster gave him back the money, so he can't just watch the game and ignore everything else.

Hearing Xiong Zixiang's voice, Huang Kai finally breathed a sigh of relief. He is a professional commentator, but in many aspects, Xiong Zixiang, a former professional boxer, is still in place.

After all, no matter how much you explain for many years, you can't be more familiar with the boxing ring than those who have stood in the ring.

"I hope Chen Xing can hold on this round." Anyway, they broadcast it for Chinese people, so it's okay to favor Chen Xing, and Huang Kai is not afraid of gossip, foreigners don't watch their broadcast at all.

Chen Xing no longer took the lead in attacking this round, but kept a distance from Francis.

This time Francis was the first to attack. After a jab, he directly added a combination punch. There were not many fancy moves, just simple speed and strength.

Speed ​​and power, that's the essence of punching.

Chen Xing didn't lose his mentality because of Francis' fierce attack. He changed his steps and avoided Francis' attacks time and time again. Sometimes he even managed to steal a jab and hit Francis.

"Chen Xing's gait style is a little familiar." Huang Kai looked at Chen Xing's distinctive gait in the picture and wanted to introduce it, but he couldn't remember where he saw it.

"This style is very similar to Robinson's fancy dance steps. The rhythm of this kind of steps is really too difficult to master, but Chen Xing's skills are so proficient that he doesn't look unfamiliar at all." Xiong Zixiang watched Chen Xing's steps dodge on the ring, It's like tap dancing, but it's far more thrilling than tap dancing.

After all, tap dancing doesn't have to worry about being concussed by an attacking fist. Chen Xing almost seems to be dancing on the edge of a cliff, but he escapes every time.

A jab passed by Chen Xing's face. Chen Xing, who dodged the punch, immediately responded with a jab. After hitting, he changed his footsteps and moved away.

"It's a very correct style of play. Chen Xing should avoid confrontation with Francis right now, and rely on the advantage of his pace to score more points and stabilize the battle." Xiong Zixiang looked at Chen Xing on the ring and kept swaying and dodging. Praise, this is A good way to deal with it is that Chen Xing will be tough with Francis.

This round was spent under the exchange of punches between the two. Both of them took some jabs, and there was nothing serious.

At the end of the fourth round, Chen Xing returned to the corner. His hair was already drenched with sweat, and a little blood leaked from the wound at the corner of his eye.

"Very good, just keep this rhythm." Uncle Xing wiped off the blood on Chen Xing, and then treated the wound briefly.

blue corner.

Francis' face was still very calm, but he could see that the hostility in his eyes was much stronger.

"It's the fifth round." Francis' coach wiped the sweat off Francis.

"Got it." Francis opened his mouth, and someone stuffed it into his mouth with braces.

From the fifth round, Francis began to enter the rhythm of an all-out attack, wanting to seize the opportunity to KO Chen Xing, but Chen Xing's pace became more flexible and brisk at this moment.

In such a stalemate, the number of rounds has reached the eighth round.

Francis' eyes were full of violence and irritability. He never expected that the strongest opponent in front of him, who surprised him, was not quick punches or endurance.

but the pace.

Francis has already admitted that his pace is not as good as Chen Xing's. Chen Xing's pace has entered the forefront no matter in today's boxing world or in the past and present.

Chen Xing's steps changed, and he dodged Francis' attack again. The steps on his feet were as light and elegant as a butterfly.

"Butterfly dance, I really didn't expect that Chen Xing not only mastered fancy dance, but its advanced version, butterfly dance." Xiong Zixiang looked at Chen Xing's art-like steps on the ring and exclaimed.

"Is it Muhammad Ali's signature step, the butterfly step?" In terms of professionalism, Huang Kai is still far behind.

"That's right, look, it's another side slip and a back slip, it's so beautiful, why do I think his butterfly dance steps are more flexible than that of Ali back then." Xiong Zixiang held back his swear words, but he still spewed out several times drooling.

In these few bouts, the shouts of the audience in the boxing gym were much smaller. They no longer shouted the name of "Francis". They were admiring Chen Xing's dance steps.

This can be called a work of art in the fierce boxing ring.

Chen Xing, who can practice butterfly dance steps to this level at this age, is undoubtedly a boxing genius.

They already believe that even if Chen Xing loses this time, his name will be among the future peak boxing champions.

When the time came to the ninth round, they also began to really realize that this little-known Chinese boxer was strong enough to become Francis' rival.

This is a close match.

On the boxing ring, Chen Xing performed highly appreciative steps in boxing, agile and clever movements, coupled with a lightning-like left jab during the movement, which made Francis want to attack in an all-round way, but there was no way.

"Ding."

The ninth round is over.

Chen Xing returned to the corner of the boxing ring, slumped on the stool and breathed heavily. In the past few rounds, Francis kept chasing him, causing him to consume a lot of energy in dodging. Even his four points of energy now feel Arrived exhausted.

"Come on, hold on, his points should not be as high as yours!!" Uncle Xing was also sweating profusely, obviously he was just watching from the sidelines, and he was also sweating profusely watching this.

"Okay." Chen Xing smiled and stopped making facial expressions. At this time, he wanted to save the energy of making facial expressions.

Leaning on the fist pile, the light above his head shone on the sweat all over his body, the sweat was shining, and the sweat on Chen Xing's eyelashes was also shining, and the light and shadow in Chen Xing's eyes flowed.

"Chen Xing, come on!"

"Chen Xing, come on!"

The three beauties were all cheering for Chen Xing, and they also knew that whether he was injured or not was not a problem for Chen Xing at all.

He wants to win this game.

Even if people all over the world think he won't win.

(End of this chapter)