In a boxing ring, sometimes what is seen is not the strength, but the courage to go forward.

For a soft-footed shrimp like Zhang Quan, panic and fear are written all over his face when he comes out, and no one thinks highly of him at all. Although the girl in front of her was thin and might not be able to receive a single punch, her awe of the stage and her fearless posture were enough to make people recognize this opponent.

Now that the rookie king has spoken, no matter how dissatisfied the audience is, they dare not continue to clamor.

There were bloodstains on the boxing ring that hadn't been cleaned up yet. The girl was standing there in a white suit, her complexion was almost transparent snow white, she stood gracefully under the light, and her temperament was so pure that it was impossible to touch her.

But only the man in the black jacket who was the closest saw the extremely shallow smile on the corner of the girl's lips, with a hint of playfulness, even a bit nasty.

"You were looking at me just now." He said firmly.

"Many people are looking at you, rookie king, that's a good title." The girl's thin lips parted slightly, with a hint of a smile overflowing from her lips. Her beautiful lips made one feel the urge to get a glimpse of the whole picture.

Although her words were light, they sounded like wanton provocation. The young man raised his eyebrows and clenched his fists first, "Then let me see, what qualifications do you have to say that."

As soon as the voice fell, the figure rushed out, and at the same time he shot his most famous left uppercut.

Someone once commented that his fists are like sharp knives that can overcome obstacles, especially the left uppercut is unstoppable. The spectators in the audience thought that the opponent would not be able to fight against the weak girl, but they didn't expect that it was the most powerful left hand punch.

When the wind came, Qin Qing's reaction was a bit slow. Even if she avoided the vital point, she was hit on the shoulder and took a step back, "Well."

"The response is good." The man in the black jacket gave her a surprised look, and from the side of his face that was pulled closer, he could see the delicate fluff on his fair skin. I thought she was just a girl who didn't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth, but I never thought that she was quite agile.

"..." Qin Qing rubbed her shoulders and didn't answer, but the eyebrows under the brim of the hat were rarely tangled in regret. In the past few months, she was bombed and detoxified, Feng Yan banned all training activities for her, and even had to do her own daily eating and dressing, which almost made her unable to take care of herself, and now even her skills have regressed.

"Hey, don't be distracted, people will die." Suddenly, a reminder came from the opposite side, followed by another left uppercut.

This time Qin Qing was much faster, and could attack the opponent's ribs when he barely avoided it.

The latter was forced to leave, and the two sides opened up again.

At this time, the gamblers in the audience saw something was wrong.

"What's going on? This girl is so powerful, or is God of War deliberately letting go?" Many girl fans stared enviously and enviously at the girl who could get close to the idol on the stage, "The dress is so rustic, she is not as beautiful as me. God of War If I can fall in love with her, then I will also sign up..."

Before the chatter was over, the two on the stage suddenly started a new round of fighting. This time, it was obvious that after probing each other, they both showed new skills.

The young man's fists were windy, his bronze-colored thin muscles were already sweating a lot, and his dark eyebrows and eyes were astonishingly bright under the tips of slightly damp hair. And the girl is dressed in white as agile as a snake, and her small hands that seem to be crushed with a pinch contain enormous strength, specializing in weaknesses, and her calmness is scary.

The two fought for nearly six minutes, and the performance of everyone in the audience has changed from unbelievable to stunned. It is almost unbelievable that the girl has such a terrifying skill that she can keep pace with the God of War.

No. The man in the black jacket took a few deep breaths, and while wiping his sweat, he couldn't help raising his eyes to look at the girl in front of him again. In the ordinary regular season, a round lasts three minutes, and even a strong and strong man will reach the limit in a high-energy fight, even him is no exception.

But the girl didn't, not only that, she was still speeding up, both the sharpness of her moves and her reaction ability were constantly improving, as if she was just warming up just now!

Realizing this, the man in the black jacket was startled, and his fist had already rushed towards the opposite side. He can't wait until the girl's condition is fully restored, if he wants to win, he must act first.

Bang bang, bang bang...

The continuous battle brought the scene into a stalemate, and even the spectators in the audience held their breath involuntarily.

At a certain moment, the man's eyes were stung by sweat, and there was a flaw in his movements. The girl's fist aimed at his ribs without any hesitation, and with a slight click, the bones shattered.

The victory and defeat have been divided.

"I lost." The man leaned on the rubber band, panting heavily regardless of the pain in his ribs, his face was indifferent to victory and defeat except for the sweat, and he even smiled, "You are a very good opponent .”

Although defeat is glorious, if you can meet your opponent in the arena, winning or losing will become second, and the process of fighting is a kind of enjoyment.

Qin Qing also let out a long sigh of relief, feeling hot and sweating all over, but feeling extremely happy, "You are also very good."

It's not a compliment, it's the truth.

After all, the man fought two games first, and she took advantage of the physical strength, otherwise the outcome would be uncertain if the competition continued.

After saying hello to each other, Qin Qing stepped down and took Zhang Quan from the organizer and walked towards the exit. The crowd along the way automatically made way for a road. The gamblers who had just insulted and smashed the bottle in the audience were silent at the moment, watching the girl's disappearing figure with unprecedented awe.

No one expected that today they would witness the birth of the Newcomer King with their own eyes, and witness the fall of the Newcomer King in a short period of time, and the one who defeated him was a girl who was only seventeen or eighteen years old.

After sighing and being shocked, they turned their heads and looked at the bets on the big screen. They were stunned for a while before they realized that they had lost all of this game.

Fuck.

At this time, the instigator of the trouble was leaving Zhang Quan in a nearby clinic to treat his wounds. Due to his heavy hand, a dead dog died as soon as he stepped out of the boxing ring. In order to avoid making Zhang Huashan jump when he went back, she accompanied him until he woke up in the afternoon before leading him home.

"Lv said pot, one, one hundred bowls." Zhang Quan, with a bruised nose, swollen face and slurred speech, still didn't forget the one million things.

However, Qin Qing, who was walking in front, replied leisurely, "If I didn't save you at that time, you would have died. This one million will be in exchange for your life."

"You... Bu Xing!" Zhang Quan protested with a snort.

"Then what do you want?" Qin Qing stood at the entrance of the alley and turned around and chuckled, "Can you beat me?"

"You..." This time, she blushed and lost her temper.

Sometimes when dealing with villains, you have to use the methods of villains.

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