Qin Zhiyong sighed and said, "Didn't you say that there are no rules for the competition before? Those who lie down will lose, while those who stand will win."

Qin Zhiyong has seen a shameless person, but he did not expect that the British were so shameless. He actually changed the rules of the game in the last match and restricted his performance.

The referee said: "Unlimited fighting is too inhumane. Our British Empire is all civilized. If you don't agree, you can give up the game."

If you give up the game, even if Qin Zhiyong loses.

Qin Zhiyong smiled and said, "The right to speak is in the hands of you British people. You can say whatever you want and play whatever you want. It seems that I have to agree and agree to it if I don't agree. If there are any restrictions, just say it at once."

The referee thought for a while and said, "For safety reasons, you cannot attack the opponent's key parts."

Qin Zhiyong said: "If I attack the vital part of Mr. Boxing King, I will be sentenced to lose. Would I be?"

The referee nodded and said, "Yes."

Qin Zhiyong said: "Okay. I understand. Don't worry, I won't let go."

bite.

The ringtone finally remembered.

The second round begins.

Qin Zhiyong took the initiative to attack. He did not knock down the British boxing champion with one punch, but kept punching. The boxing champion was not shocking enough.

After all, not everyone understands Chinese martial arts.

Just kill the enemy, not perform?

That's too extreme.

If it can hit the arrogance of the British, legitimize Chinese martial arts, and enhance Chinese self-confidence. What's the point of performing it once?

Qin Zhiyong's fist was not heavy at the beginning, but gradually increased its strength.

Bang bang bang bang...

The fists kept bombarding the British boxing champion.

Qin Zhiyong's momentum was shocked and his boxing attacks directly stunned the British boxing champion. Every punch of Qin Zhiyong had a purpose, either hard, feminine, or hard and soft. He broke the British boxing champion's muscles and bones, destroyed his bones and bones, destroyed his bones and his nerves.

The British boxing champion was beaten to the point where he had no power to fight back. Every time he got a punch, he took a step back.

"Fifty Fist."

After Qin Zhiyong finished his beating, he said in a gentle tone.

The British boxing champion spat out a mouthful of blood and fell on the ring, with fear and despair in his eyes. There was no pain or even a slight feeling below his chest. It was as if the lower half of his body no longer existed.

Qin Zhiyong still abides by his bottom line and does not kill anyone.

Death is not the most terrible. The most terrible thing is waiting for death.

After the British boxing champion, he could not take care of himself and would collapse in bed.

Qin Zhiyong's boxing power had feminine penetration, which destroyed the British boxing champion's nervous system and bone marrow. With his current medical level, his injuries must not be cured.

The referee shouted: "Mr. Qin, you fouled, you fouled. You attacked the vital part of the boxing champion. You lost."
Chapter completed!