The referee came on stage and announced the rules of the match according to the practice of underground boxing matches.
This is also a general rule for underground boxing matches.
"Please decide the winner."
After saying this, the symbolic referee left the ring.
In the underground boxing ring, the referee's role is only to "start" and "end".
In the "process", only the two sides in the ring can compose it!
…
Qianqian stood opposite the curator.
The curator's voice came to my ears, it was him lamenting his expectations for this game.
"Uncle, I originally wanted to participate in the last competition."
The curator grinned, the muscles on his face stacked up, and said slowly:
"Sorry, I was stopped by my little cutie in the end."
The little cutie——the curator’s lover.
This is a unique title between their husband and wife. It is rather annoying, but it is also enviable.
"Speaking of which, we have known each other for a long time, right? But we have never fought."
The curator flexed his fingers and said, "To be honest, I'm very curious about the results of the competition!"
This lengthy speech aroused repeated exclamations from the audience.
The host stirred up the atmosphere, and the audience cheered for the curator's high fighting spirit.
There are only two "freezing spots" in the entire venue.
One is the old man.
The second is Qianqian.
The former was thinking about the strangeness she had noticed, while the latter was thinking about something she had never thought about before.
"Um……"
Qianqian actually echoed the words of the curator opposite, and then murmured:
"Why am I here?"
Qianqian raised her head and looked around.
This was not the first time she had played in this venue, nor was it the first time she had seen the audience, nor was it the first time she had communicated with the curator in front of her.
She is familiar with everything around her.
But Qianqian didn't understand why everything that was very familiar around her gave her a strange feeling.
It's as if you are "stripped" from your surrounding environment.
It was a strange feeling, as if everything had nothing to do with me.
She couldn't even make any expression!
It’s not that I can’t do it, it’s that I simply can’t mobilize my emotions!
"I……"
Qianqian stretched out her hand and looked at her hand which was tightly bandaged.
She still remembers many things.
…
In the past, when facing strong enemies, Qianqian would draw signs for a long time to replenish energy and then warm up.
Beat the milk, eggs, and crispy rice together into puree.
Plus Coke that's shaken until it's flat.
These foods provide Qianqian with a huge amount of energy.
During the subsequent warm-up process, Qianqian will obviously feel the temperature of her body rising.
That is the function of the body's functions, but it is also a manifestation of high fighting spirit.
It's like a racing car getting ready to start.
But why now...
Qianqian clenched her fingers into fists.
She was curious as to why her body still felt dead even though she had been warming up for a long time.
Can't get hot...
Why?
Yes, why.
The first "why" is the doubt, while the second "why" is the answer.
Why can’t the body heat up?
Because Qianqian couldn't even imagine why she was standing here.
Raising her head, Qianqian looked at the curator standing not far in front of her.
Oh, it's the curator uncle.
Qianqian felt that her thinking was much slower, but she still recognized the person in front of her.
That's a nice guy.
He devoted his whole life to pursuing the path of practical karate that he recognized.
To ordinary people, the curator uncle is a highly respected grand master;
For the disciples under Jixin Kaikan, the director is a stern master;
For fighters of the same level, the curator is a heroic middle-aged man;
As for the opponents above the ring, the curator is one of the most terrifying opponents they will face on this trip!
Qianqian blinked and looked at the curator uncle.
who is he?
He is a "friend".
Yes, my friend who had hot pot with me.
Since we are friends, why should we stand on the stage?
Is it for competition?
What is the purpose of the competition?
Thinking of this, Qianqian's pupils shrank.
She was horrified to find that she had never thought about this problem before!
Qianqian tried hard to find the answer in her mind.
But the end result was nothing.
"I have no idea……"
She murmured.
Qianqian found that she couldn't find a reason to stand in this boxing ring!
Is it for money?
But my family is not short of money, and my father never owes me pocket money.
Is it for work?
Although I can't tell it clearly, I am still a top student who graduated from Haicheng University.
If Qianqian wanted to, she could definitely find a good, high-paying job in Haicheng and become a good source of conversation for other parents after dinner.
Is it for fame and fortune?
But now I am the [Champion] of the underground boxing ring, which is the highest honor for practical fighters.
No one can deny it, no one can question it.
But if it is to defend this honor, then it can barely be justified...
Um?
wrong.
Qianqian suddenly shook her head when she thought of this.
Why do you need this "honor"?
This is an underground boxing match, unlike a world-class boxing championship. After all, no one can see it.
What's the use of reputation?
Will it bring you money?
Will it improve your future life?
Huh?
Are we back to the original question?
Qianqian thought about it, and countless questions finally turned into a simple and unsolvable confusion——
What's the point of me standing here?
This confusion was like a python, wrapping around Qianqian's body, making her unable to move at all.
But the game has already begun.
The curator's uncle put on a good posture and said harsh words again.
Then - he moved.
Whoosh!
He took a step forward and hit Qianqian's abdomen with a right fist.
The curator uncle is too fast.
At the same time, Qianqian was still thinking about the confusion in her heart and had no time to react.
She just barely raised her arms and blocked the curator's punch.
That's a punch that can shatter even thick cement boards!
In just a moment, Qianqian's forearm became red and swollen.
She grimaced in pain.
Want to fight back?
But... why?
Why fight?
Confusion lingered in Qianqian's mind, and she just watched helplessly as the curator's uncle used his other hand to push away her forearm, then aimed at her face, and threw his next punch hard.
boom!
Fist hits.
Qianqian's muscle reaction caused her to subconsciously twist her neck to neutralize the force of the punch as much as possible.
But it is the curator’s fist after all!
Even if most of the force was resolved, Qianqian's two back molars on the right side could be broken, and her jaw was almost dislocated.
"Pfft...poof! Ahem..."
The cheek suffered a heavy blow, Qianqian's vision began to blur, and she spit out two broken teeth.
Blood was spilled on the arena.
Immediately afterwards, some transparent liquid, mixed with the blood, fell to the ground.
