Chapter 47 Chapter Forty Seven

"Doctor, shit, is this kid's head okay?" Bruce took me to the doctor after the game. "Slight concussion, rest for two months and you'll be fine. Remember not to do strenuous exercise and remember to take medicine." The doctor said looking at the X-ray photo. "Well, then the next game will be in three months." I said. The doctor smiled wryly, he knew that the two of us were professional boxers. "Okay, the strong one or the weak one for you?" Bruce laughed, he actually lost the last game. "Be stronger, and if you beat me too weakly, the audience won't like to watch it." I also guessed the mentality of the audience, they just like to watch the game of "not to defeat Ren Yizhi" tenaciously resisting, reverse and lingering opponents.

Bruce nodded with satisfaction. He and I are definitely the best partner, because he never took a dime from me, and we both enjoyed it. So I started the pain tour of "competition, rest, and hugging with Aristotle", gradually owning my own piece of sky, and the appearance fee of the competition also increased, until it reached 50,000 yuan for a loss and 30,000 yuan for a win weird realm. Three months later, I faced the biting cat Sawamura, who is known for his ultra-high-speed punches. In the ring where the fists were flying around, I lasted nine rounds as usual, and the faces of the audience who were too close to the ring still often Was sprayed with unidentified vomit.

In the finale, Sawamura dislocated his right hand, severely lacerated his phalanx, dislocated his jaw and complicated fractures, and spent half a year recuperating. "That kid is a devil. I suspect he has a painless disease. The boxing association had better go and check it out." Sawamura said bitterly in front of the reporter, touching his broken jaw. It is said that if I hadn't broken his jaw, which made him have a fatal weakness, he would probably win the next shark boxing championship belt. Two months later, I met another talented fighter, Ye Shuo, who is known as "the dance of the gorgeous left fist". It was only after six innings that I hit him in the abdomen for the first time. At that time, the audience all stood up frantically. After watching Ye Shuo's face was punched down by me, the audience even interfered with the referee with super-speed countdown.

But in the end Ye Shuo won the game with a lot of points.I didn't let the water go, I tried my best to knock down my opponent every game, so I was able to get up again and again. "He is a genius killer." Ye Shuo made a public statement solemnly: "Punching with him will not make progress at all, and there is even a danger of regressing. I refuse to compete with him again. It is a torture that destroys geniuses." In the eighth month, I fought an equally classic match with an unbelievable boxing veteran, Xingmang known as the "Grand Slam Golden Eagle".Because this is not a boxing story, I can only simply say that Xingmang fought very painfully, and even secretly bit my ear during a fierce hug, begging me not to get up again, he is willing to pay the appearance fee Give me half.But I just took the opportunity to give him a Liver Blast attack.

The match also ended in the ninth round. With the help of his assistant, Xingmang weakly raised his arms and won the first decision win in his life. I was so tired that I leaned on the pillar to sleep, and was finally awakened by the cheers of the audience . "I seriously doubt if this kid has taken some medicine, otherwise, how could he still get up after getting my world-renowned slam right punch?" Xingmang slapped the microphone very angrily. But he never thought that I was screaming from his steel-like right fist. When I saw the blood on my forehead, I almost had the urge to dodge the punch.

but I do not have. Because I am not humane. The grip of my feet to the floor is the only thing I survive. In the final analysis, no matter how powerful their fists are, they are not as powerful as Aristotle's phosphorescent bite after transforming. I have already developed a ruthless strength, or endurance that is different from ordinary people. Although I didn't mutate into "stinging people" or "not hurting people" from the beginning to the end, I could block Aristotle's four consecutive bites before passing out. The reason for the bout. "Come on again!" As soon as I saw Aristotle lying in the sun outside the abandoned iron factory, I threw my luggage aside and put on a pose.

Lightning Man sat on the tree and laughed, he was very happy that I went up to the mountain to practice boxing again. "Hmph." Aristotle spun around me proudly, and then turned into a cyan Mercedes-Benz green light. A minute later, I finally foamed at the mouth and passed out.