Chapter 43 Chapter Forty-Three

I was exhausted, the forearms of both hands that had endured most of the attacks were almost blue, my ribs were slightly fractured, not to mention the concussion, I was so dizzy that I felt like I was about to explode. And couldn't stop crying. "Damn! You're so talented! You're still crying! You're bluffing the guests for a while." Bruce yelled as if he saw a god, picked up an ice towel and held down the severe bruise on my arm, Later, I simply took ice cubes and pressed them directly on my open wound to help stop the bleeding. I looked at the auditorium in front of me blankly, vaguely, there seemed to be a dozen people who looked like Sister Xinxin, but they didn't seem to be.I think my hurt eyes need a rest, otherwise I'm wasting everything.

Lei Zang was panting like a cow, and sitting opposite him, his feet seemed to be overexerted and trembling involuntarily. The coach and assistants were busy helping him to ease his breathing. He stared at me, as if he was trying to understand the thoughts of aliens. "Remember! An old saying! If you can't support it, forget it! You have already performed beyond the standard. This time the atmosphere is heated up, and the price of the next game must be higher!" Bruce kept saying something, and I wanted to satisfy him. Feeling happy, but couldn't help crying. "Deng!"

I stood up slowly and compared my hair with my fist, hoping that my sister Xinxin would know what I meant if she was in the corner of the scene. Lei Zang ran over at half the speed of the start of the match. I waved casually, and he immediately dodged reflexively. He ignored the boos of the audience. I punched him again, but he still avoided it. Taking the audience's preferences into consideration, everything is aimed at quick victory. I wiped away my tears and waved my fists weakly, completely disorienting my breathing. Lei Zan is not much better. For a strong man who has never fought the third round, procrastination is really a kind of torture. He spent a lot of energy trying to avoid my fist, and the fist he handed over was also a kind of torture. Without the strength and speed of the original, sometimes I would push them away at will, and sometimes I simply went up to meet the terrified Lei Bu, hugged each other, and beat each other's abdomen until they both sat on the floor.

The professional boxing match in Spider City does not adopt the "two-knockout system", so Lei Zan and I made this match into a final match where vomit spilled all over the floor. At the end of each round, the cleaners would come up holding their noses The floor was mopped while the audience applauded and clamored for respect. In the end, my severely injured hands were almost unable to lift up, so I had to save my strength for occasional attacks, and no longer tried to parry Lei Zan's weak fists, and the number of times I fell gradually increased. Finally, in the countdown seconds of the ninth inning, Lei Zang hit me with two simple straight punches so that I had nothing to vomit.I was lying on the edge of the rope, struggling to get up with my arms hooked on the rope, the bell rang again, and the game was over. Helped back to the gloomy runner's lane, ending the longest nightmare of his boxing life.

Bruce carried me, who was broken and broken, on his shoulders, and accepted the glory of the audience's standing ovation. Bruce enthusiastically declared that I was a man of steel who would never give up and never dodge any challenge, and that I was his proudest and only disciple. The host came on stage and asked me why I was crying at the request of the audience. Bruce couldn’t answer, and I didn’t want to explain too much, so I just said casually: “I’m very sad that the girl I like didn’t come to the game.” He was moved with thunderous applause. Then I fell asleep on Bruce's shoulder.