one punch

Banshan Manor, to put it bluntly, is a place for rich people to have fun, a private luxury entertainment club, and it is a forum that requires an invitation code to verify registration and login, and the webpage is all in foreign languages. It is very cold.

What things are doing in this half-mountain manor, most people can't imagine.

The people who came and went were rich and famous, and they didn't dare to offend, so when Yu Qingji drove his father's four-seater sports car that could change two villas in the urban area, two rows of security guards bowed respectfully and neatly. bowed.

second lower floor.

The referee raised Dou Tianxiao's right arm high and blew his whistle. On the ground lay the dying little pigtail with his eyes closed.

Dou Tianxiao couldn't tell whether he was beaten like this by himself or because his body's various functions couldn't hold him down. He looked at Xiao Zhuang's face full of wounds and crooked nose bridge on the field, and he couldn't beat him harshly.

Before they reached the second round, Xiao Zhuang suddenly fell down with his eyes wide open.

His own chest was painfully punched by Xiao Zhuang's straight punch, and when he breathed, a certain meridian in his body was stabbed continuously.

He turned his head to look at the waiting seat, but the scar still did not appear.

There are two opponents.

This is a game with no hope at all, but the desire to win and lose and self-esteem in the body are constantly expanding.

He didn't want to admit defeat, and there was no way to admit defeat directly.

He turned and looked at the heavily guarded door.

Hitting is a must.

Otherwise, you won't be able to get out at all.

After the pigtail was dragged away, the second person on the field was a black man. He could tell by his size that he was a high-quality horse in the opponent's team. His height of nearly two meters could already shock a person's soul.

The audience cheered and whistled to welcome him, and even the fans shouted his name: "Tom! Tom! Tom!"

Dou Tianxiao: "..."

Don't stay in the English textbook and run out to do something.

The black man tilted his neck and made a clicking sound.

This person probably wanted to show off his incredible Chinese proficiency in front of his huge fan base, so he stretched out his right hand, "Hi, I'm Tom, please take care of me, you...your name...What'syourname?"

Dou Tianxiao: "MynameisLiLei."

The conversation between the two people on the field was extremely harmonious. Those who didn't know it thought it was a meeting between the ambassadors of the two countries to establish diplomatic relations, but just shaking hands, bumping shoulders, and two small movements, Dou Tianxiao already felt the vigorous and strong muscle strength of the other party.

As soon as the whistle blew, the black man showed an evil and domineering presidential smile, and Dou Tianxiao made a fighter action on the spot.

Black fist has no rules, hands and feet can be used together, the black man suddenly raised his left leg and swept to the right, Dou Tianxiao shrewdly dodged back, the black man turned around and swept his right leg to his lower abdomen again.

Dou Tianxiao dodged sideways, and a fake motion of raising his knee caused the black man to tilt his body. He swung his left and right fists violently, and the black man's head hit his boxing gloves without being able to dodge it in time.

At this time, the distance between the two had already narrowed, and the black man raised his knee and pressed it directly against Dou Tianxiao's wound that had not fully healed.

The trembling of the internal organs and the tearing sensation of the flesh are simply heart-piercing.

The black man showed his evil smile again, and his big white teeth could be seen through the braces.

Dou Tianxiao took a step back and raised his leg to attack. His slender calf was wrapped in the fierce wind. Unexpectedly, the black man's hand was so fast that he clamped his calf firmly and pushed towards the edge of the cage.

Dou Tianxiao couldn't stand on one leg, and his back hit the door of the octagonal cage.

The black man's fist just hit the past.

Using the octagonal cage door, Dou Tianxiao finally stabilized his figure, hooked his right foot inward, dragged the black man to the front, and kicked the black man hard on the chest.

The black man took a step back, his face turned ferocious, and he still held Dou Tianxiao's ankle with one hand.

Dou Tianxiao clenched his back molars, and with the strength of his arm, he raised his other leg and swept it into the air. This movement almost drove the muscle strength of his whole body.

Looking from the audience, his long legs were like a flash of lightning, the speed was fast and fierce, followed by a "bang", his shoe upper hit the opponent's temple firmly, the black man His wrist loosened.

Dou Tianxiao's whole body turned 180 degrees in the air, breaking free from the shackles of the black man, but also because the black man suddenly let go, the whole chic and handsome movement did not end beautifully.

His face and chest touched the ground almost at the same time, and there was a muffled sound.

The black man attacked quickly, his fists were as dense as raindrops, Dou Tianxiao rolled over with his head in his arms, and a carp stood up again, his eyes and cheeks had been hit by the fists, and they quickly became red and swollen.

There was also a long trail of blood on the black man's head, which was no better than him.

At this time, sparks that could ignite bombs at any time were shooting out of the pupils of the two, and the friendship before the start of the game had long since disappeared.

At the end of the first round, Dou Tianxiao's muscles were swollen and sore. His right arm was framed to death by a black man halfway, and it was almost broken.

Dou Tianxiao rinsed off the blood foam in his mouth, and drank two mouthfuls of water, but soon, the smell of blood permeated the whole mouth again, and with a slight hook of the tip of his tongue, he could feel a swollen piece on the back molar.

The left eyelid kept twitching and jumping, and the range of vision was hazy, as if he was suffering from severe myopia and his glasses were drenched in rain.

The intermission was very short, before Dou Tianxiao could recover, the whistle sounded again.

The black man once again showed that domineering president's smile, and Dou Tianxiao only felt that he was quite embarrassed.

This time the other party's routine was deeper, and Dou Tianxiao was dazzled by several consecutive fake moves, and there was no time to dodge.

What was even more frightening was that just when the black man raised his leg and swept across his chest, a long and thin bloodstain was left behind.

There's something in the sole!

The astonishment on Dou Tianxiao's face hadn't had time to recede, the black man raised his foot to sweep over again, Dou Tianxiao had to stop it with his hand, his arm was cut by the sharp blade, his skin was ripped apart, and his eyes were full of breathtaking red.

His reflexes and speed have dropped significantly.

A heavy punch hit the bridge of the nose, accompanied by a painful groan, Dou Tianxiao leaned back like weightless. When he got up, the warm liquid slowly slid down his chin and lips.

With a fishy smell.

Before he could catch his breath, a heavy punch hit his brow and eyes again.

His body collapsed overwhelmed, blood and sweat merged into the pupils of his eyes, his left eye could no longer be opened, and he just instinctively raised his hand to block the heavy attack of the black man.

The sound of bones breaking and the shouts of the audience poured into his eardrums, and the blue veins dormant under the muscles seemed to burst.

After the sharp pain reached its peak, it paralyzed his pain and nerves.

He felt as if his body was in a chaotic space.

Can't hear or see anything.

Is he dying?

Is it just dead?

Very unwilling.

He still has a lot of unfinished business.

He regretted why he agreed to participate in the underground boxing match, why he didn't obediently obey.

Taking his own fate as a bet, what is the difference between this and the father he hated the most?

If I'm not in the boxing ring at this time, isn't it...

A strong desire to survive emerged spontaneously. He wanted to call for help, but he couldn't make a sound from his throat. His body was firmly stuck on the ground, unable to move, and his muscles gradually lost strength.

It was like a dying beast, being eaten by flying mosquitoes and flies.

Dou Tianxiao unconsciously clenched his fists, protecting his skull, chest, ribs, and lower abdomen against the storm-like impact.

But he couldn't feel the pain, and the impenetrable darkness wrapped and swallowed him bit by bit.

"Little brother, this is not a place where you can play casually." At the entrance of the underground passage, Jiang Ran and the others were stopped by several security guards.

Jiang Ran gave Yu Qingji a wink: What should I do?Do you want to fight?

Yu Qingji walked aside with a security guard around his neck, and took out a stack of Grandpa Mao from his wallet, "We're all brothers, come and see the world..."

Anbao's eyes lit up, and he said flatteringly: "The basement floor is for gambling and jade, and the second floor is for boxing. There just happens to be a boxing match tonight. It's very exciting."

"What is your background?" Jiang Ran asked in the elevator.

Yu Qingji: "Don't tell me, I'll leave you with a sense of mystery."

I'm afraid I'm going to go to jail.

Jiang Ran rolled his eyes behind him.

By the time they arrived at the second floor, the game was coming to an end.

Jiang Ran happened to see the black man hit his opponent's back with an elbow.

His breath was suffocated, and his heart throbbed violently as if he had been shocked by an electric shock.

Dou Tianxiao's facial features had been soaked in blood, twisted together in pain, and fell to the ground covered in blood, without any ability to resist.

And the blacks are still beating him like a sandbag.

"Where's the referee? What the hell is this!" Jiang Ran rushed directly to the stage but was held up by several security guards and dragged down, "Is there no one to stop the fight like this! Are you crazy! What are you doing?" Well!"

The whistles and cheers from the audience completely overwhelmed his voice, and in the eyes of everyone, he looked more like a lunatic.

"Can't go up!" The two security guards thought he was a manic gambler who had made a bet, and Qi Li pressed his shoulders and dragged him down the stage, "The game is not over yet."

"Is he still alive when it's over?!" Jiang Ran roared.

After the referee blew his whistle, the blacks still didn't stop.

Gritting his teeth, Jiang Ran kicked off the steps with both legs, broke free from the hands of the two security guards with a 360-degree somersault, and rushed to the ring.

When Anbao rushed up again, Yu Qingji dragged him backwards with his collar. The strength was like being caught by a truck weighing tons of clothes, and he couldn't hold his feet at all. His head hit the wall, hitting Out of the boss' bag.

Only then did the onlookers realize that something was wrong, and screamed again and again, and the scene suddenly got out of control.

The door of the octagonal cage was kicked open by Jiang Ran from the outside to the inside, and the referee was directly photographed at the door. Fortunately, his stomach was big enough to push against it, otherwise the whole face would have changed from three-dimensional to two-dimensional.

Jiang Ran walked to the stage and pulled the black man's braid back.

His brows were tightly furrowed, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Before the black man could react, he was kicked firmly in the face, and he slid a few meters away on the field. His eyes were darkened, he was numb for a few seconds, and he stood up again with his palms on the ground.

While Jiang Ran was helping Dou Tianxiao, he raised his leg and kicked Jiang Ran on the shoulder.

Jiang Ran staggered and nearly fell down. The down jacket on his body was cut with a big palm-length cut by the blade, and the white duck down flew all over the field.

"woo~~~"

In the distance, some unidentified spectators thought this was the unique and cool appearance of the third boxer, so they raised their hands and shouted.

Jiang Ran glanced at his torn clothes, full of shock, "Are you still shameless?"

The black man expressed that he didn't understand, hooked his fingers at him, posed like a fighter, and smiled charmingly, "comeon!"

"I don't have time to play with you."

Jiang Ran bent down to hug the dying Dou Tianxiao, but the other party attacked him from behind and kicked him to the ground.

Along with the thick sweater, he could feel something sharp piercing his flesh.

When you punch, you punch, and you do so many little tricks.

Jiang Ran couldn't bear this kind of despicable behavior the most, his eyebrows furrowed into twists, and his anger rose up.

The black man waved his index finger in the air, and said in broken Chinese: "You, if you don't fight, you can't leave."

Yu Qingji didn't dare to touch Dou Tianxiao casually when he saw that his body was covered in blood, for fear of hurting his bones again, he had to take it off first. The clothes on his body stopped the bleeding, "Are you okay?"

"I can't die." Dou Tianxiao turned to look at Jiang Ran.

Yu Qingji looked at Jiang Ran with a serious look, "Do you want to blow his dog's head off?"

Jiang Ran really wanted to scold you for not dragging me into the water, but in the end he raised his hand and took off the heavy down jacket and sweater, and threw them out of the octagonal cage, the tight muscles looming through the shirt.

At this time, the screams and cheers from the audience surged up like a heat wave.

Dou Tianxiao raised his hand and wiped his eyes, trying to see more clearly.

He was obviously covered in bruises, and even breathing was extremely difficult, but when he heard Jiang Ran's voice and saw Jiang Ran's blurred back, he knew that he was saved.

Jiang Ran said that he would cover him, so when he appeared in a desperate situation, he had light and hope.