when i have experience

Chapter 382 Continue to Burn
He is the person in this world who knows boxer Monroe best. At the same time, he is also Chen Xing's coach during this time. He is accompanied by Chen Xing in all training, and he is also Chen Xing's target. It can be said that Ake also knows Chen Xing very well. Star's current competitive status.

Yang Ling couldn't get an answer to this question when she asked Luo Qinghe, even if she got it, it would not be accurate, but what Master Ake said was different.

Ake's eyes have never left the boxing ring from the beginning of the boxing match. Watching such a match will not make him easy.

"Maybe the result will come out soon." Master Ake rubbed his ears. Both ears were almost deafened by the noise from the people next to him. This made Ake even more worried about whether his ears would be fine later. got bombed.

"Tell me what's going on." The employees of the Riverside Boxing Gym were all aroused with curiosity, and they all leaned towards Ake.

"Monroe usually ends in the ninth round, and I think it's the same this time." Master Ake said flatly, and he understood it when he saw the seventh round.

Monroe is not old yet, he has maintained most of his peak combat power, and only years are left to defeat him.

So this time the result is the same as the previous fifteen times.

Monroe would win.

It's true that Chen Xing is very strong. When he first came into contact with Chen Xing and trained, Ake had already discovered the clues of Chen Xing's genius. Wang on a par.

But it doesn’t mean that if you know more, you are good. Boxers at the champion level will not easily learn other people’s styles. This is completely unnecessary. Compared with learning from others, it is better to master those things yourself Some, you are not afraid of the other party.

Break all laws with one method.

Monroe was that kind of guy.

"It's the ninth round, Mr. Monroe." During the break after the eighth round, a young man from Monroe's team wiped the sweat of Monroe who was sitting in the blue corner.

"Thank you for reminding me. You know that when you get older, your memory tends to be poor." Monroe smiled, and his slightly younger face couldn't escape the traces of time. With such a smile, some wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes .Sweat covered Monroe's face, that firm face with a little simplicity.

"No, no, Mr. Monroe is not old at all." The young man shook his head firmly. After so many years in this team and seeing Monroe's victories for so many years, Monroe has become the God of War in his mind.

The youth chose to join this team because of Monroe, who is a national hero in his mind.

Hearing the determined voice of the young man, Monroe smiled.

"There is no one who will not grow old, little guy." Monroe stood up, and the sweat that had stopped at this moment began to fall again. Countless sweat beads flowed on Monroe's strong body, flowing down this full body. It is not an exaggeration to say that this body is the epitome of Kazakh boxing in the past ten years.

He, Monroe, will be old, but not today.

"Ding."

The bell rang and the ninth round began.

"This is already the ninth round. At this point, the physical strength of the two boxers can be said to be running low, especially in the previous few rounds. The two sides' tough attacks did not have the slightest sense of conserving energy. I boldly predict this match It should be a competition for points." Huang Kai was sweating after watching the eight rounds.

"If no one falls, the winner will be judged by the number of effective hits." Huang Kai did not forget his role as a commentator, and explained in detail. He clearly knew what Luo Qinghe wanted to do.

He wants to attract fresh audiences, and wants more groups in the country to learn about boxing.

Rather than those so-called boxing championships for self-entertainment.

He, Huang Kai, also wants to do the same, so he will explain in more detail and say something simple.

"No, the situation is not right. Monroe has been attacking since he came up, and this attack seems to be stronger than the previous rounds in terms of speed and strength. What is the situation?" Just as Huang Kai was busy explaining in detail At the time, Xiong Zixiang found that something was wrong on the field.

"Monroe!"

"Monroe!"

The entire stadium was full of people shouting Monroe's name.

This was a wonderful feeling for Monroe standing on the stage, especially at the beginning, when he heard others hoarsely yelling his name, it seemed that some power was poured into that name.

At first, Munro found this feeling strange.

But later, Munro felt that this shout was not so easy to bear. If you want to bear this voice, you are carrying a heavy responsibility.

And he, Monroe, has been practicing for more than ten years.

Monroe hit Chen Xing's face with a straight right fist again, this punch was astonishingly fast, faster than every punch Monroe had made in the previous eight rounds.

This punch was blocked by Chen Xing's raised fist, but it was not easy for Chen Xing to block this punch. This punch shocked him and moved half a step.

There was a trace of surprise in Chen Xing's usually calm eyes. This strength, speed, and how powerful Monroe's physical strength is. In the previous few rounds, he had been deliberately attacking more to consume Monroe's physical strength.

By the ninth round, Monroe's offense was stronger. What kind of body and consciousness is this? Is this really a body that is almost 40 years old?
Without those attribute points, Chen Xing felt that he would not be able to fight against these fighters who stood at the top of the era.

"It's two more jabs, coupled with a backhand straight punch, this backhand punch directly knocked Chen Xing's body sideways!" Seeing the dangerous situation, Xiong Zixiang clenched his hands tightly.

The shouts in Nur-Sultan's largest stadium were even louder.

Everyone could see that Monroe was attacking while the other side looked exhausted.

Monroe's eyes on the boxing ring were firm, the blue veins on his two arms were pulsating, and the muscles all over his body rose and fell with his breathing, and the huge force of breathing surged in Monroe's body, and then burst out.

Bang!
It was Chen Xing who was unsteady in another blow and boxing. At this moment, Chen Xing's steps were no longer effective. It was just a butterfly dance. It's not like he hasn't seen it before Monroe, nor can he know it.

Butterfly dance steps can't avoid him.

Monroe approached Chen Xing very close, and stepped on the ring with a sudden force. The power poured out from the soles of his feet, passed through the legs, waist, shoulders, arms, and finally to the punch. First, he feinted to attack the abdomen. Chen Xing's abdomen struck.

But actually, he's headed towards the head!
Monroe's eyes were burning with flames, and the still flourishing flames had been burning in his eyes for more than ten years. It was too long, so long that he began to doubt.

I wonder if it's time for the flame to go out.

But now, he can only choose to let him continue to burn.

(End of this chapter)