Chapter 269 Enough, you scumbag

The biggest difference between professional players and amateur players is not the technical gap, but perseverance.

Since the start of the Donghai College Student League, except for Chen Dacheng, almost no one can stand up after falling to the ground after receiving a heavy punch. Most of them are not because they cannot stand up physically, but because they are completely defeated mentally by their opponents.

The students in the stands exclaimed in surprise.

Many students at Donghai Sports University even chanted Fang Hongbo's name.

When the referee counted down to 8, Fang Hongbo struggled to stand up out of breath.

Fierce applause erupted from the stands. So far, apart from Chen Dacheng, Fang Hongbo is the second person to stand up after being hit hard.

What laymen see is excitement, and they will only be inspired by blood and passion.

Only experts can tell. Only some relatively high-level players and coaches present knew how difficult it was for Fang Hongbo to stand up.

Many professionals are well aware of Mou Yicheng's explosive power. The punch that hit his jaw directly knocked off Fang Hongbo's braces.

Fang Hongbo's right cheek was bulging, his braces were knocked off, and blood oozed from his teeth.

After putting on his braces again, his eyes were still determined, and the fighting spirit in his eyes was not extinguished by the punch just now.

Mou Yicheng's eyes were full of contempt. His idol he admired the most was Tyson of the United States. He would not have the slightest pity for any opponent. On the contrary, the blood coming out of his opponent's body would only make him more excited.

His eyes were full of bloodthirsty excitement, his mouth was grinning to reveal his white teeth, and his whole face became a little distorted due to excitement, like a bloodthirsty wolf facing its dying prey.

Peng Xi shook his head, "I still underestimated Mou Yicheng's strength. Fang Hongbo can't handle this round."

Wang Xiaonan also frowned, "I should have thought that Mou Yicheng didn't show his full strength the last time he was in the boxing gym."

"After all, it was just a sparring session, and with me present, he somewhat held back his grip. When he really let go, he was like a wild beast released from the cage."

Wang Xiaonan stared at Mou Yicheng blankly, "I must fight until five rounds are completed, so that I can maximize his physical energy and fight for a glimmer of life for Lu Shanmin."

As he spoke, he turned to look at Peng Xi, his eyes full of fighting spirit, "Coach Peng, if Lu Shanmin and I can successfully enter the final four, with your influence in the Sanda world, you should be able to arrange for me and

Mou Yicheng fights first."

Coach Peng frowned slightly, "Lu Shanmin just played with you for a period of time. Is it necessary to take risks for him?"

Wang Xiaonan said firmly: "As you said, the mountain people are bloody people. At the same time, there is nothing more pitiful than a person who practices martial arts. He can do something even though he knows it is impossible, and I am willing to help him.

A handful".

Peng Xi's eyes showed worry, but his heart was deeply shocked, and the heroes cherished each other.

In this world, not only scholars have feelings, martial artists also have feelings. This kind of feelings is more shocking and soul-stirring than the feelings of scholars.

"Persist for five rounds? Do you know what a heavy price you have to pay?"

Wang Xiaonan's eyes were as bright as a torch, "In one's life, one can fight for his friends, even if he dies, he will have no regrets."

Peng Xi patted Wang Xiaonan on the shoulder, "Okay, I read you right, but you have to remember to protect yourself. I want you to defeat Mou Yicheng in the professional league one day."

Wang Xiaonan nodded heavily and said, "Coach Peng, help me count how many punches he punched me when the time comes. I'll be able to hit him back with more punches in the future."

Peng Xi laughed heartily, his eyes reddening as he laughed. He had been in the professional league for more than ten years and had never experienced any kind of battle. He didn't expect that after retiring, he would be moved by two backs that made his eyes sore. "You bastard!

Mathematics is not that bad."

Fang Hongbo also knew that he was bound to lose, so he bit his lip and mustered up his last energy.

He roared angrily and rushed towards Mou Yicheng.

Victory or defeat is no longer important to him, he just wants to try his best to play with the dignity of a professional player.

This is the first time that Fang Hongbo has taken the initiative to launch a fierce attack since the start of the game. He knows very well that if he goes all out and then fails again, after this wave of attacks, he will definitely run out of physical energy and become a lamb that can be slaughtered by the opponent at will. However,

, he is still moving forward courageously.

His coach didn't stop him outside the ring. He let him participate in this game just to let him feel the cruelty of a professional game. The coach just turned his head away and didn't dare to watch. The victory or defeat was decided. Can Fang Hongbo have any chance?

Such fighting spirit already made him feel gratified.

Mou Yicheng also received several punches during Fang Hongbo's desperate counterattack. However, there was no anger or pain in his eyes. Instead, there was an unprecedented excitement. The prey's death struggle made him feel more conquered.

Mou Yicheng retreated repeatedly. Faced with Fang Hongbo's crazy counterattack, he retreated repeatedly and was punched several times in the face and chest. The smile on his face became more and more ferocious.

Fang Hongbo finally exhausted his last bit of strength, and the last breath he had been holding in his chest poured out. His whole body seemed to have been drained, and his whole body was weak.

A cruel smile appeared on Mou Yicheng's face. The counterattack began from this moment.

"Bang", a straight punch hit the Chinese side Hongbo in the face, causing nosebleeds to pour out.

"Bang", a punch hit the left cheek.

"Bang", a punch hit the right cheek.

"Bang", an uppercut hit his jaw, and the braces came out.

At the moment when Fang Hongbo was reeling and about to fall backward, Mou Yicheng hooked his fist on the back of Fang Hongbo's head and made him stand up again.

"Bang" "bang" "bang" "bang".

Fang Hongbo's hands drooped, and he could no longer even assume a defensive posture.

“Bang bang bang bang”.

There was silence in the stands. This game was more bloody than Chen Dacheng's game.

After all, there were students in the stands, and Fang Hongbo had lost his defensive ability. This had turned into a one-sided bloody beating. Many students couldn't stand it anymore, and many began to curse Mou Yicheng.

Even the students at Tunghai University stopped cheering for Mou Yicheng.

Lu Shanmin clenched his fists tightly, gritted his teeth, and his eyes were filled with blood. He and Fang Hongbo were strangers to each other, and he didn't understand any bullshit professionalism. He only knew how to beat a person who had no power to fight back.

This is behavior worse than even an animal.

The overwhelming strength in my chest could no longer be suppressed.

Lu Shanmin suddenly stood up and roared angrily at the ring, just like when he was hunting Blind Bear in the mountains, he roared deafeningly.
Chapter completed!