when i have experience

Chapter 162 I'm Not Weak

"We must achieve results in the next round." Francis' coach said to Francis, the anxiety on his face was obvious.

This is already the tenth round!Unlike Chen Xing's previous intercontinental boxing match, which only had ten rounds, the boxing championship had a total of twelve rounds.

"Shut up." Francis' gloomy face was terribly cold, the sweat on his body kept flowing and fell to the ground, and his eagle eyes slightly raised to look at his coach.

The coach who was caught by Francis felt a chill, shut his mouth and said nothing more.

"Do you think I will lose?" Francis pulled a smile on his gloomy face. The coach was not stupid enough to think it was a happy expression, and put an ice pack on Francis in silence.

"Ding."

The tenth round begins.

Francis stood up and stretched his arms. The sun on his body was printed under the sweat all over his body, as if the sun was soaked in water.

Those eyes full of violence looked at the approaching young man.

You want to drag on and beat me, don't you?

You really think you can beat me Francis do you?
Francis stepped forward, and the tenth round of the fight officially began.

"Okay, we see that Francis is already a little anxious, and he is eager to attack!" Xiong Zixiang grinned, with a clear smile.

At this moment, the balance of victory has leaned towards Chen Xing.

"How many points can Francis get in the last two rounds? Chen Xing must be careful not to get too many points from Francis. In this way, with his punches in the previous rounds, he is very likely to win in the final fight for points! "Huang Kai couldn't keep his mouth shut either.

After all, Chen Xing seized the opportunity to win. Is it possible that this young man who is not yet 19 years old is really going to become the boxing champion?
"Let's take a look at the situation. Francis hits a heavy punch, but Chen Xing dodges it. Chen Xing even steals a jab. Well, here Francis punches continuously, and Chen Xing keeps sliding back, at the pace of Chen Xing." , it is very difficult for Francis to cause effective damage to Chen Xing." Xiong Zixiang explained the battle situation.

"Francis has pushed Chen Xing into the corner again here, and Chen Xing has to start thinking of a way." Getting into the corner is a very dangerous situation, unless he is a defensive master like "Pretty Boy", otherwise in The corner of the fist will be very passive.

Chen Xing also realized that he was cornered, but this was not the first time. Francis had cornered him many times before, but he still escaped.

It was the same this time, Chen Xing's eyes were shining like stars, his steps changed, and he leaned to the left in front of him, seeing that Francis really leaned to the left.

Chen Xing's feet were in a butterfly dance. The previous leaning to the left was just a fake move. Chen Xing was about to leave the corner of his fist from the right as soon as he dived.

caught you!

Francis' eagle eyes were shining, and the corner of his mouth was grinning. He was not deceived, even though his body had been deceived to one side.

But his super long wingspan is enough to keep Chen Xing within his attack range!

With a left hand swing, Francis hit Chen Xing directly on the head, and it was where Chen Xing had been injured before.

corner of the eye!

"Boom!" The corners of Chen Xing's eyes collided with Francis' fist.

"Francis!" After a few rounds of shouting, it finally resounded through the boxing gym at this moment.

Chen Xing on the boxing ring was hit and kept walking, left the corner of the fist, and avoided Francis' follow-up attack.

This punch was not as heavy as the previous two punches. Chen Xing felt that his mind could still be clear, and he raised his gloves to continue the match, but he found that Francis looked at him with a chuckle, and the referee walked towards him.

Only then did he feel a lot of liquid dripping from the corners of his eyes.

"Chen Xing!" Ling Xin stood up and screamed, covering her mouth, with tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, the same Ling Xin and Hua Yueting also covered their mouths.

Chen Xing on the ring, the blood from the corners of his eyes flowed straight to his chin, dripping on the ring, looking a little scary.

The referee looked at the wound at the corner of Chen Xing's eye, and was talking to the audience.

Chen Xing felt tight when he heard it, "I'm fine with the referee, the bleeding can be stopped, I can continue to fight, it won't affect me at all."

There is another situation in the boxing ring that may result in a loss.

That is, if the referee cannot stop the bleeding and decides that the game cannot continue, he will be sentenced to lose.

And now Chen Xing is facing this situation.

Chen Xing didn't care about the blood on his face, but kept negotiating with the referee.

"Look into my eyes, can you still stay awake?" The referee put Chen Xing's shoulders and looked into Chen Xing's eyes.

"Yes." Chen Xing nodded.

"Then continue." The referee saw Chen Xing's request, and it was not easy to sentence Chen Xing to leave the ring under such circumstances.

For the next minute, the corners of Chen Xing's eyes continued to bleed. Although he was not sentenced to lose, it still seriously affected Chen Xing's vision, causing Chen Xing to be punched repeatedly. Fortunately, these punches did not make Chen Xing appear. Big problem.

"Ding." The tenth round is over.

As soon as Chen Xing returned to Hongjiao, the people from the club hurriedly bandaged Chen Xing to stop the bleeding.

"How is it, are you okay?" Uncle Xing looked at Chen Xing worriedly.

"It's okay." Chen Xing even wanted to save the effort to shake his head.

"Fuck, this thing is too dark, how about returning to the boxing champion?" At this time, in Xiaofang's eyes, Francis was the person she hated the most in the world.

What Xiaofang was talking about was Francis' attack on Chen Xing's wound.

"Since the opponent has done this, there is nothing you can do about it. You can't let him attack the corner of your eye again. If there is more blood, the referee will really judge you not to continue." Although Uncle Xing was very anxious, but at this point The expression on his face slowed down.

He didn't want Chen Xing to be influenced by them, so he just let Chen Xing do what he wanted.

"En." Chen Xing replied, biting his braces, his chest heaved, the blood from the corners of his eyes was wiped off at this moment, but a little more blood oozes out soon.

Since he wants to fight, let's fight.

My heavy punch isn't weak either.

"Ding."

The No.11 round begins.

Facing the light and shadow above his head and the shouts of thousands of people, Chen Xing angrily swung his back fist.

Francis, who had been looking forward to fully opening for a long time, was overjoyed to see that Chen Xing no longer avoided avoiding but was attacking him, and swung his fist hard.

Then there was the fight that shocked everyone.

The dodging skills and pace of the two boxers at close range have been brought to the peak. In addition to dodging, it is punch for punch. The peak skills of the two fighters allow them to strike deadly punches at close range.

Punch after punch, punch to the flesh.

This wave of brawls ignited the audience, and the names of "Chen Xing" and "Francesi" resounded throughout the audience.

Many viewers who had heard of Francis' fame were captured by Chen Xing's performance and voluntarily shouted the name "Chen Xing".

No.11 round, the visual feast for the audience to watch this match reached its climax, not only because of the punching and punching, but also because the two boxers did not flinch from their opponents at all, only punching with all their strength. body language.

Chen Xing received countless punches on his body and several times on his head, but he avoided the corner of his eyes.

Francis didn't feel well either, already feeling a little dizzy after being hit hard on the head.

Chen Xing gritted his teeth, he could feel the few energy in his body being consumed rapidly, rushing to his brain, so that he would not be unconscious, and he punched the most at close range, at this moment.

All he knows is punching.

No distracting thoughts, no thinking, no tactics.

Just punch.

(End of this chapter)