When Feng saw him rubbing his hands, he saw his eyes turning. He knew that this guy was attacking fiercely at any time, he quickly continued, "It's too easy for me to break your hand. The butterfly tattoo on your arm will be torn into two pieces by me. This tattoo is already ugly enough, and it will be torn apart by me. That's even more ugly. By the way, where did you tattoo this tattoo? Could it be that Lao Li, No. 9, Miji Road?"

"Miji Road No. 9?" Paton Supan had not thought about whether to attack or not, so he had to nod and said, "Uh...yes, yes, how do you know?" In fact, his tattoo was tattooed in his hometown in Thailand.

"How do you know?" Lao Feng said disdainfully, "Of course you can tell at a glance. Lao Li's tattoo level is too poor. A butterfly is tattooed like a dragonfly. Oh... it's so ugly! Unlike my tattoo, an extremely ugly dragonfly is tattooed like a beautiful butterfly, that's amazing!"

Paton Supan Chinese is not good, and he is not the opponent of Lao Feng, who has the best kung fu, and he can't hear Lao Feng's grammatical problems. He only said, "Where do you have a tattoo?"

Old Feng shrugged: "On the butt!"

"Not even dares to show it, and dares to say that it looks better than mine. Then who did you tattoo yours for you?"

"Old Wu of Tongzhou Bay, I will introduce you to you next time and you can get a cheaper one."

"Okay! OK!"

...

"bite!"

The second round of the game ended like this, and the voices in the audience began to rise louder. Many impulsive people wanted to rush to the ring to kick these two guys who were only concerned about bragging and spanking to death.

"Oh..." Old Feng frowned, "It's over. I was so happy just now that I forgot to beat you up. I will definitely beat you to death next round!"

"It's you who died! It's me that I forgot to beat you. I want you to get up next round." Paton Supan said viciously.

"Bah!" The two bragging kings on the ring spitted at each other before walking back to their original position to rest.

Yue Wen frowned deeply in the VIP seat and asked his subordinates: "What are Baton doing? Why didn't he beat him after a few hits?"

"Maybe I haven't figured out the strength of the opponent yet. Baton's boxing has always been a blow, and the good show should be behind." Yue Wen's subordinates analyzed professionally.

"Haha, it seems that I have bet right. Feng Sir's strength is not weaker than Paton Su's round, no one has taken advantage of anyone." Long Xiaotian said proudly. He bets on boxing as the ground only. It doesn't matter whether the boxing match looks good or not, as long as the result is satisfactory.

Yue Wen gave Long Xiaotian a blank look, thinking that the blind cat just met a dead mouse, and it would be ugly to lose later.

Hong San, on the other side of the VIP seat, showed a gratified smile on his face and said to Cheng Qian next to him: "You see, he has a few tricks. Although his strength is not as strong as Pathon Supan, he failed to get a advantage after two rounds. It seems that we are worrying about him in vain!"

"But... there are eight rounds left in the future, so it may not be so easy to pass the test." Cheng Qian said cautiously.

Hong San shook his head and smiled: "There is one, there are two, there are two, there are three, look at it. He will always have a way."

Damn, why haven't this dead stick been beaten to death? Hong Limin thought depressedly, with his neck stretched out and waiting for Lao Feng for a long time by Paton Supan's punch and his head blew up.

Liang Man couldn't sit still anymore, so he called his subordinates and said softly: "Call over. If the policeman wins more than 100 million yuan, they will change the odds, which will be a little larger."

"Okay, Uncle Man!" his subordinate responded and walked aside and called.

After two rounds, Lao Feng really consumed most of his energy. As soon as he sat on the chair, he felt like he wanted to lie down. A feeling of weakness and weakness spread throughout his body.

"Good job, Ziming, two rounds. Or a draw, how did you do it?" Cui Yuanshan asked in surprise. Lao Feng's performance in the first two rounds was far beyond his imagination. His purpose was to hope to win the boxing match, and he focused on the results of the game. As for whether it was exciting or not, it certainly didn't matter.

Lao Feng did not answer Cui Yuanshan’s question, but smiled bitterly: “It’s only two rounds, and there are eight rounds in the future, so I’m afraid I can’t hold on.”

"Don't say these depressing words, just keep maintaining your condition and level just now." Cui Yuanshan comforted.

Keep it? How to keep it? Although Baton Supan looks like a fool, he is not really stupid either. You can lie to him once or twice, how can you keep lying to him?

In eight rounds, this idiot must be serious in the next round. I will know that I was completely speculating just now. I tried to find out that my strength was not as good as him. Then how could I continue to maintain my life while I was sick?

Before Old Feng could recover, the third round of the game clock rang again.

Both sides walked to the center of the ring, and the referee broke back shook his head and sighed: "I said whether you are here to punch or brag. Although the rules do not allow this, it will be too disappointing for the audience to do this. Be careful to be beaten by the audience if you go out later!"

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"Hmph!" Paton Supan sneered and stared at Lao Feng and said viciously, "It won't be like that anymore. I'll kill him this round!"

"Where are you?" The referee broke back looked at Lao Feng with affectionate feelings.

"Uh..." Old Feng reached out and pushed away the vomiting face of the referee with a broken back, "I will beat him to death before he beat me to death!"

"Ok!" The referee with a broken back waved his hand, "No smoking, drinking, playing cards in the ring, start!"

Uh? Why is it so fast this time? Both of them thought that the referee would have to talk to. After talking for a long time, they didn't expect this time to be so concise. However, in terms of reaction, Lao Feng was much faster. When he saw Paton Supan was still stunned, he waved his hand and slapped him.

With a "bang", Paton Supan felt the birds flying all over the sky, and the stars flashed everywhere. Old Feng's slapped him dizzy.

Being slapped in the face on the ring was a shame for a master like Pathun Supan, a Muay Thai master who had received countless honors in the ring. He shook his head hard and woke up for a moment, then clenched his fists and rushed towards Lao Feng like a crazy lion. The anger in his stomach seemed to turn into heat in the air, forcing Lao Feng to suffocate.

"boom!"

With a punch, Lao Feng dodged and blocked at an extremely fast speed. Before he could take a few steps to relieve the oppression, he felt a force that was no less than the previous punch and swung over Paton Supan's iron fist.

Helplessly, Lao Feng had to block again. Seeing this, Paton Supan attacked fiercely one after another, punching one after another without giving Lao Feng a chance to breathe.

After about ten punches, Lao Feng was already sweating profusely. Although he had the ability to fight back, he no longer had the power to fight back. Paton Supan's explosive power was really amazing. Every punch that Lao Feng blocked seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, which made his arms extremely swelling.

Patonsu climbed the ground and attacked Lao Feng like a tide. If this continues, he will definitely be defeated by him. He thinks I am a moving sandbag? He only cares about attack but ignores defense. The door is wide open and there are many flaws!

Since this is the case, Old Feng could not allow Paton Supan to continue to attack with such oppressive force. When Paton Supan swung his right fist, he reached out to block it. Knowing that Paton Supan was about to swing his left fist immediately. This time, he did not block it again, but raised his chest to meet it, clenched his right fist into claws and grabbed Paton Supan's lower vagina. If your fucking punch hit me, I would squeeze your eggs!

Although the referee had just emphasized that it was not allowed to attack people's vagina, it was just not allowed. He did not have an iron cover to protect the vagina. If he really wanted to attack, he had to block it. Could it be that if someone could squeeze his eggs and then go to the referee to complain? In that way, even if he won the game, he would not be a man, and only a fool would do it.

Paton Supan quickly retracted his fist and subconsciously protected his vagina with both hands, for fear that the baby would suffer any damage.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Old Feng clenched his fists and stepped forward with a fish jumping momentum, and smashed his fists hard into Paton Supan's chest. Old Feng's technique of changing attack moves quickly could not learn Paton Supan no matter what, because in front of Old Feng, except for explosive power and attack power, Paton Supan definitely had no advantage in speed.

With a "bang", Baton Supan's punch in his chest unconsciously took a few steps back, his face turned a little red, obviously the blood in his chest was churning violently. Although Lao Feng's explosive power was not as strong as Baton Supan's, he was also very strong. Baton Supan's attack was fierce, but it did not mean that it was copper and iron bones. After Lao Feng's heavy punch on his chest, he was still extremely painful and almost couldn't breathe.
Chapter completed!