Li Guolou climbed into the cable rope, his whole body trembling with excitement. In the center of the boxing ring, Robinson was receiving cheers and encouragement from the audience. The sun shone in from the tall glass windows, and the photographer kept taking pictures of him, which made people wonder.
He felt dizzy, this was his stage, everyone would cheer and applaud him, and he saw in his eyes that opponent, a bear-like monster, who should go back to the deserted island.
The mustachioed referee shouted: "Welcome Mike; Lee is out!"
Amidst the noise and strange screams, Li Guolou took off his sportswear with a hood, and his pigtails were tied on top of his head, revealing his strong muscles. The red sports shorts symbolized that good luck would befall him. Li Guolou had two index fingers.
Point forward and circle the ring to greet the spectators on all sides.
There are friends who love him, family members, and countless abuses from strangers.
The faces of strangers, the merciless insults, half of them were Qing people with pigtails. Li Guolou could understand every word they cursed. He looked at the twisted faces and the pigtails behind him.
As he walked out, Li Guolou grinned widely. He would use his laughter to reply to all those who doubted that the Qing people were an inferior race. Instead of using invisible Eastern Qigong to conquer the world, he would use Western martial arts "boxing" to conquer the world.
", overthrow the arrogant Western mythology Robinson Crusoe.
Li Guolou blew three kisses to his two lovers and a girlfriend, and the audience booed and whistled continuously. Next to him, Robinson knelt down and prayed to God, chanting words in the air and crossing himself on his chest. Li Guolou
Lou, a Protestant who received Catholic baptism, also knelt on the ground, holding a cross and praying to God. Both hoped that God would give them the strength to win.
The moment they stood up, Li Guolou and Robinson were equally confident. Li Guolou ran to the east side of the boxing ring, leaned down and handed the cross to Yelia.
Jelia shouted: "Mike beat Robinson, I love you!"
Li Guolou waved his fist and tied a white cloth belt under the supervision of the referee, which would be stained with Robinson's blood. He wanted to use his opponent's blood and failure to let Westerners know that the Qing people in the East had awakened.
The brilliant Eastern magic star will shine on the boxing ring today.
Three referees are sitting in three directions of the boxing ring. They are composed of French, Russian and British people. The three referees sit upright with serious faces. They want to tell the world that they are symbols of justice, just like when the Eight-Power Allied Forces attacked
When entering the capital, it was only through the mediation of fair Russians that everyone could turn their conflicts into friendship. Today, the three of them are symbols of justice, representing the highest realm of sports, "fairness", "openness" and "justice"!
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the French Exhibition Hall. Today we will usher in the decisive battle of the century in the French Tianjin territory. The fighting party is Mr. Robinson, the pride of the French!"
The mustached referee spoke in a measured tone, and the audience burst into cheers. People waving gambling tickets jumped up and down with excitement. Robinson raised his hands and turned around in a circle to accept the cheers from the crowd.
"This one is Mike from the Qing Dynasty;;;;;;!" the referee with a mustache said in a long voice, which seemed to have no end.
Li Guolou ignored the boos around him, pointed at Robinson, glared angrily, and shouted: "Gorilla, I will trample you under my feet and let you go see God now."
Robinson cursed angrily: "Sick man of Dongye, braided dog who smokes Fushou ointment, I will dance on the ring with your dog's tail."
The two got into a verbal quarrel between the referees with mustaches, and they made a lot of obscenities. Jing scolded Li Guolou: "Robinson, you are walking on the street and you see an old lady, but you have good eyesight."
You just stare at people. One day you meet someone who is generous and gives you a piece of bricks, and you will know what it is like to have a trembling liver. Now I am doing justice for God, you thief! You wait to die!"
No one could understand the words they cursed. The audience's enthusiasm was ignited, and cheers echoed throughout the French exhibition hall.
"You understand the rules of boxing. You are not allowed to hit the part below the belt, you are not allowed to hit the opponent from the side or behind, and you are not allowed to hit the opponent's back. If you violate the rules, you will lose!" The referee with a mustache kept placing his fingers between the noses of Li Guolou and Robinson.
He turned around and glared fiercely at the two boxers. He was the boss here and it was he who made the decision.
After venting his anger by scolding others, Li Guolou's tense mood relaxed slightly. His two stiff arms kept shaking and he looked at Robinson provocatively. The two of them were like two roosters in heat, neither of them knew how to do it.
Give in a step.
A beautiful sign-holder wearing tight underwear held up a sign with "1" written on it and circled the field. She also deliberately circled Li Guolou and whispered: "Mike, come to my house tomorrow and wait for you to double the number."
."
Li Guolou glanced at the beauty's card-holder, hesitating in his heart, could it be a catastrophe?
"Dang!" started the first round. The referee with a flea-like mustache nimbly jumped away from the two dangerous men and lived next to the four fists. The referee in the boxing ring was both civil and military.
Robinson shook his body and pressed towards Li Guolou, with only one step away between them.
Li Guolou's eyes were unblinking, staring closely at Robinson's movements. Robinson's jab opened the way for heavy punches, and pressure followed Li Guolou like the wind. He dodged a group of combination punches with flexible steps.
Li Guolou passed under Robinson's armpit in one lunge and went around behind Robinson, engaging his opponent in a brown sugar tactic.
A heavy punch hit Robinson's abdomen, and he felt like a stone was sinking. Robinson continued to press hard. The huge fist passed by his ear. This time, Li Guolou was hit in the face, and most of the force of the punch was lost to Li.
Guo Lou dodged, but his brain still felt chaotic.
Robinson's iron fist was powerful, and every punch wanted to kill Li Guolou. Although his movements were not very fast, his moves were deadly. He first squeezed Li Guolou's space for movement, and then used hard punches. There were endless tricks and fake moves.
, just to let Li Guolou consume his energy.
Robinson also had a rogue trick. As soon as he saw Li Guolou dodge, he immediately held Li Guolou in a big bear hug. His weight of more than 200 pounds fell on Li Guolou, making Li Guolou
Taste the feeling of being overwhelmed by Mount Tai.
Two shirtless men got together, and Li Guolou, who was obviously disadvantaged by his height and weight, had no choice but to push his body hard against Robinson's huge meat. This relied on daily strength training, and there was no luck or good will.
, Li Guolou, who was well prepared, was wrestling with Robinson in the first round. The referee separated the two again and again, and Robinson rushed forward and hugged him again and again.
Robinson knew that his physical strength was not as good as that of Li Guolou, so he had to consume more of Li Guolou's physical strength. The incomprehensible moves made the audience let out sharp whistles. They had spent a lot of money to see these two people.
Men hugging each other.
The bell rang and the two of them sat down separately. Li Guolou, who was sweating profusely, drank warm water and looked fiercely at Robinson on the other side. He couldn't hear what Master Harris was saying. He just nodded mechanically.
In the first round, both sides were testing and neither exerted force. Li Guolou scanned the scoreboard and found out the average score of the three judges. It was fair that he was two points behind in terms of effective points.
Li Guolou rinsed his mouth and spit out blood. He received a punch on his cheek and it hurt when he spoke: "Master, Robinson is such an old scoundrel. I must let him fall in the ring."
Master Harris lowered his head and whispered: "Mike, don't be anxious, don't be anxious, don't be anxious. Robinson's physical strength can't last seven rounds. He can still hold you now. If he can't survive four rounds, he won't even be able to hold you."
I can’t even catch his shadow.”
One minute flew by, and the bell rang. Li Guolou and Robinson stood up and slowly walked to the center of the ring. The two roosters fought again. The boxing match at this time was very bloody and there were no gloves. Few people could fight.
Fifteen rounds, the rules of a boxing match are made by humans, but in reality the fight will be over in two or three rounds.
Boxing matches are divided into levels. Li Guolou and Robinson are not players of the same level. They use completely different tactics. Robinson uses his height, weight and strength to defeat Li Guolou and use his strengths to suppress Li Guolou.
With flexible steps, he hit two heavy punches and immediately rushed to Li Guolou and hugged his opponent, resting on his opponent's body to recover his physical strength.
Li Guolou was not able to dodge the bear-like body every time. Four times out of ten, he had to be eaten by Robinson. The two people who got together to hit Li Guolou obviously suffered a loss. This was a blow to Li Guolou.
Lou's physical strength was tested. He couldn't stand the test and even lost the strength to punch.
The two of them separated. Robinson stepped forward to force Li Guolou's space of movement. He moved his fists left and right to clear the way. Anyone who stood in my way would die with force. His two huge fists grazed Li Guolou's cheeks. His blocking skills were flawless.
Blocking and staggering with one hand, punches flew through the air.
Li Guolou slipped to avoid Robinson's attack, his eyes were fixed on Robinson's chin, and he effectively hit the target with a left hook.
Robinson staggered backwards without losing his boxing frame. He put his hands on his chest to protect his face.
Li Guolou hit Robinson in the abdomen with a powerful and heavy punch, and he also needed effective points.
The entire audience was shocked, with worries reaching their throats. Robinson was relieved by the ringing of the bell and did not suffer a bigger blow.
Li Guolou's supporters cheered loudly. Li Guolou had the upper hand in this round. The scores shown by the referee team were exactly the same, and the two were tied in the first two rounds.
The master seemed to be very dissatisfied with this situation and shouted: "Mike, don't rush and take your time!"
Li Guolou nodded frequently, stood up proudly and waved his fist to greet the supporters in the stands. His confidence was overwhelming. He could clearly see that the bear-like Robinson was too slow to punch.
The second master, Jack, whispered: "Don't be complacent, Mike. Robinson didn't use all his strength. You must resist him in the next round. He will get angry."
Li Guolou rinsed his mouth, but no blood came out of his mouth this time, and said: "I know! I'm not in a hurry and take my time!"
"Yo Xi! Yamamoto-kun, your information is accurate, the big stallion can do it!" Qiao Benlongxing, the leader of the Tianjin branch of the Black Dragon Club, praised the dancing Yamamoto Twenty-Seven.
"Hi!" Yamamoto Twenty-seven beat the beat and changed to a different kind of dance. The swing dance started happily. No one can do the warm-up job better than Little Japan. More than a hundred Japanese people in the lively atmosphere were in the venue.
Pistachio, the short race burst out with extraordinary comedy talent.