Some people in the group of relatives and friends were excited while others were worried. The British girl Shelia covered her face and did not dare to watch the duel in the boxing ring. Others could not sit still for a long time. More than a dozen people screamed at the top of their lungs. The third round was a bloody battle. On the boxing ring
There was no bear hug between the two of them, they both fought each other with all their strength.
Blocking, punching, dodging, jumping, Li Guolou and Robinson talked like real boxers with their fists. Their faces were red and swollen, blood flowed from the corners of their eyes and facial wounds, and the ambition to kill exploded in their hearts.
This is a decisive battle between men. To win, you have to win beautifully, and to lose, you have to lose completely! The fight that refused to give up an inch made the whole venue boil. It was so powerful that it was manly. Blood flowed on the ring, but the two men still stood tall.
Looks can't kill, but the look of determination tells the other person that he is the strongest.
The bell rang and the two people were only one step away from failure. They failed to escape. The doctor was giving emergency treatment to the two people and poured styptic powder on their faces. Li Guolou closed his eyes and his mind was blurry. He was in pain and happy at the same time. He needed this kind of treatment.
Feeling, pain, tiredness, not even having the strength to clench his fists, feeling shaky. But there is still a fire burning in his heart, and he wants to set his whole body on fire.
Li Guolou could not hear a word of the words of the two boxing masters, and his eardrums were bleeding, but a terrible wolf had broken free from the cage. Li Guolou stood up and spit out two teeth from his mouth, torturing the opponent's nerves and destroying the opponent's body.
Fighting spirit, he didn't care about the opponent's iron fist, his fist was just as hard, and the young man's impulse and blood surged in his chest.
Tarzan kept saying: "Robinson punches twice and then hugs the big stallion. You will definitely win by counting the points. Don't waste your energy."
Robinson was speechless and kept nodding his head, like a lion who just wanted to tear his opponent apart. He reached a critical point and his physical fitness reached its extreme. He was confident that he could defeat Li Guolou in the next round.
The two bruised and bruised boxers dragged their exhausted bodies and faced their opponents. Even if there was a mountain in front of them, they would push it down. They raised their arms and clenched their fists naturally. The people around them became crazy, laughing and shouting wildly, and the Western gangsters took off their clothes.
, shirtless and waving his clothes, cheering for Robinson.
The two boxers knew in their hearts that the fight could not last for fifteen rounds, but they had already fought bloody battles and would not stop. Li Guolou and Robinson swayed their bodies and tried their best to end the fight in the fourth round.
Li Guolou can still jump. He has the upper hand in terms of physical fitness. After resting for a minute, he has the strength to use a set of combination punches. Two sets of left and right feints, and his speed is impressive. Li Guolou takes advantage of his age.
A jab hit Robinson's big nose, and blood spurted out on the ring.
The referee with a mustache hurriedly called a stop, squeezed between the two men, and ordered Robinson to stop the bleeding.
Li Guolou stood in the middle of the ring and raised his index fingers to point at the booing crowd. The peace of victory was already leaning towards him. In the next round, he was going to knock Robinson to the ground.
Li Guolou didn't need to look at the scoreboard. The three referees who scored were meaningless. The winner or loser would end in the next round. The referee would not obviously help Robinson. Many people present bet on him. The difference was ten points.
At what point can the referee still cheat? Robinson has been beaten to a bloody head by him, and now he will win the game at the end.
Tarzan, the ape, had nothing to say. He underestimated Li Guolou and looked at Robinson with cotton balls stuffed in his nostrils. Boxing champion Tarzan wished he was standing in the boxing ring. Tarzan was full of hatred for Li Guolou.
This feeling gave him motivation. The boxing ring was his favorite, and he couldn't let go of his love for the boxing ring. He found an opponent on the same level as him, and Tarzan's blue eyes looked at Li Guolou.
Shoot out a murderous glare.
The referee with a mustache stretched out his finger and asked: "Robinson, what is this?"
"Two!" Robinson also had a ball of cotton in his mouth and shook his two fists. He wanted to keep fighting. He was a legend. He was an unbeatable cockroach. Bleeding and sweating was by no means a failure.
Robinson burst out with endless energy, stood up proudly, waved his arms and told everyone present that Robinson was back and the final victory still belonged to him.
The audience burst into cheers, and morale returned to Robinson. The audience rekindled hope, and their roars became crazy. The gambling tickets in their hands were their hopes. How many people were risking their lives in this love rivalry of the century?
In the decisive battle, all their strength was used on Robinson. At this time, they hoped that the magical qigong of the East was real.
Li Guolou dodged and jumped a few times, leaving Robinson with nowhere to use his strength. He had already felt the changes in Robinson. Robinson's punches were either full of strength or weak. Robinson's physical strength had reached the limit.
, even though he had endless fighting spirit in his heart, Robinson's degraded body functions made it impossible for him to do what he wanted.
The best way to describe it is to win without force. Like a cat playing with a mouse, Li Guolou swings his left fist and throws an uppercut. Two heavy punches made Robinson fall to the ground.
The bell rang at an inappropriate time, and Robinson escaped again.
Li Guolou looked at the gauze wrapped around his fist. There was blood and human flesh on it, as well as heartbreaking pain. He did not sit on the small bench, but stood on the boxing ring on the east side, beating his chest and roaring loudly.
Said: "I am the strong one, I am the strongest. In the next round, I will let Robinson know what a real boxer is."
Tarzan, the ape on the west side, asked in a low voice: "Is Robinson okay? If not, give up. If you lose the money, you can still make it back. Don't risk your life."
Robinson nodded and said: "Okay! Master Taishan, I want this feeling. I have found the feeling of winning. I was like this last time. This time I want the proud stallion to receive a fatal blow!"
"Come on, come on!" Tarzan clapped his hands to encourage Robinson. Only in times of crisis can he show his true colors as a hero. Robinson is a good man and gives everyone a glimmer of hope again.
"Be careful of Robinson's heavy punches, Mike, don't be careless and lose Jingzhou!" Master Harris did not forget to pour cold water on Li Guolou. Although the apprentice did not listen to him when he got to the ring, "Take your time!" But it was sincere.
Master Li Harris was happy that Li Guolou did not embarrass him. Victory was in front of him and he could not make things worse.
Li Guolou took a sip of water, stood up and said: "Master, you have forgotten that I have prepared fifteen rounds of physical fitness. I will not give Robinson a chance to stand up. I will punch Robinson's teeth in the next punch."
Lose."
When the bell rang, Li Guolou danced the waltz gracefully, shocking everyone. During the life-and-death showdown, Li Guolou felt relaxed and no longer took the old Robinson seriously.
In the fifth round, Li Guolou started with a series of fake moves, swinging back and forth to make Robinson miss several times. With a realistic fake move, Robinson naturally raised his hands to block his face. Li Guolou's move
The punch hit Robinson's ribs from the side, and the punch was so severe that Robinson bent over in pain.
The next Li Guolou punched Robinson directly on the cheek, and a heavy punch made Robinson fall to the ground again. The crazy audience could not go crazy anymore. They covered their mouths tightly, waiting for Robinson
stand up.
The cheerful singing and dancing continued. More than a hundred members of the Black Dragon Society sang and danced without any signs of fatigue. They were also the hardest working people, and their hard work was about to yield rich fruits.
The referee with a mustache kept calling: "One, two, three;;;;;;"
The audience cried and shouted, and their Robinson stood up. The excited crowd tightly grasped a gambling ticket in their hands, as if they had grasped the last life-saving straw.
"Mike, beat up the drowned dog!" Jelia screamed, not saving any face for her old lover.
Li Guolou beat his chest like a gorilla and told everyone who loved him and believed in him. Li Guolou kept his word and brought a big victory to those who bet on him. The god of luck favored him.
Li Guolou, a man with changing beliefs.
Li Guolou moved forward like a lion in heat, jumping non-stop to fight his love rival in the final round.
Robinson's fist was deformed. He changed his direction to protect his vital parts and used defense to consume Li Guolou's energy, waiting for the best opportunity to strike again.
Li Guolou saw through Robinson's thoughts. This time he no longer took the initiative and kept jumping around Robinson, looking for loopholes. There was still time, and Li Guolou spent the round without arrogance or impatience.
"Mike, you did a good job, don't rush and take your time!" Master Harris praised Li Guolou for not attacking recklessly and following the established combat policy.
Applying an ice pack on his face, Li Guolou looked to the west at Robinson, who had a bruised nose and face. It was time to test his will and quality. He wanted Robinson to have a taste of the iron fist. He was still young. After a minute of rest, his whole body would be full of energy.
With enough strength and motivation, Li Guolou stood up and asked Qu Tafu, the photographer in the audience, to take a photo of him as a souvenir.
Seeing Li Guolou's arrogant and domineering behavior, Tarzan burst into endless anger. He was so contemptuous that someone even boasted that he was a boxing champion in front of him.
"Mike! You and I have a fight next time." Tarzan shouted loudly, causing his employer Robinson to ignore him and ran to the boxing ring to pick a fight with Li Guolou.
Li Guolou shook his head and said: "Tarzan, I can't understand the English you speak. We are not the same kind of people."
The whole place was in an uproar, and everyone angrily scolded Tarzan for running to the center of the ring to cause trouble regardless of the occasion. Amidst the scolding, Tarzan got out of the rope circle in despair.
In the sixth round, it was still a tentative attack. Li Guolou became the attacking party, and Robinson took the opportunity to hug Li Guolou to win a chance to breathe. The two boxers hugged each other from time to time. At this time, no one
He booed and just hoped that Robinson could land a punch to turn defeat into victory.
The referee pulled the two apart, and Li Guolou moved forward, throwing left and right punches, uppercuts, jabs, and heavy punches at his opponent who was leaning on the guardrail. Robinson was hit in the temple by Li Guolou.
The behemoth collapsed.
Without looking at his fallen opponent, Li Guolou raised his hands to celebrate his victory. The crowd was already crazy, and those who won the bets coaxed them onto the ring. Li Guolou looked at the mountains and small mountains and sat on the shoulders of the brothers of the Black Dragon Club.
Li Guolou's undoubted victory shocked most Westerners. They tore up their gambling tickets and left the French Exhibition Hall in despair. This became a sad place for the French. From now on, the French will no longer host large-scale events in the French Concession.