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Chapter 908

Chapter 908

Standing in the corridor was a young man, wearing shorts and bare shoulders, his muscles were knotted and he was full of explosive strength.

But the most conspicuous thing is the identity mark on his forehead, two black horizontal bars, Xiamin.

His name is Bai Lin, and he is considered a good boxer in the ring. He has been with Ma Kun for less than half a year, and he has been promoted to the status of a servant by winning the Emperor's Amnesty Stone with his own boxing.

But unlike most people, he did not choose to quit after his status was promoted, but continued to stay and fight. Presumably, he was trying to plot Shangmin's status.

Seeing Bai Lin, who is a servant, Zhao Quan probably guessed the job content of the sparring partner.

If you can't commit the crime above, then naturally you can't fight back.

It sounds nice to be a sparring partner, but it sounds bad to say it is a human sandbag.

"Hurry up, dawdle!"

"Remember in the future, you are my exclusive sandbag. Go to the boxing ring and wait for me on time at three o'clock in the afternoon. If you perform well, I will reward you with the Emperor's Amnesty Stone. If you do not perform well...hehe, just wait for me to reward you !"

On the way to the boxing ring, Bai Lin said a lot, his tone and expression full of pride and arrogance.

Obviously, in front of Zhao Quan, a pariah, his status as a pariah gave him a good feeling of privileged class.

In the corner of the boxing ring were protective gear and leg targets. Zhao Quan was about to put them on after he took the stage, but Bai Lin stopped him.

"You don't need to wear protective gear, what kind of protective gear do you wear, you just need to avoid my attack, you don't need protective gear at all."

What if you can't avoid it?According to Zhao Quan's understanding, he deserved to be beaten.

But he did put down the protective gear, and then walked across to Bai Lin who was warming up on the stage.

"Are you ready?"

Bai Lin smiled and asked, Zhao Quan was about to answer, but saw a fist rushing towards him without warning!

Without moving his feet, he just tilted his head slightly, and the thunderous fist brushed past him.

At the same time, without delay, he replied to Bai Lin, "Ready."

The punch missed, and Bai Lin, who had a sinister smile on his face, was immediately stunned.

Apparently, he didn't expect that every effort to give Xin Sandbag a heavy punch to disqualify him would lead to nothing.

Even before he punches, he has already thought about it. After knocking over the sandbag in front of him with a punch, he will say from a strategic position: "As a boxer, don't let go of your vigilance against your opponent at any time!"

This was the loss he suffered when he was a sparring partner for the first time, and he wanted to pass on the sandbag to his subordinates.

But it is a pity that not only did he not give away the loss, but because of the exhaustion of his punches, he staggered forward half a step with his body, as if he had been tripped. shame.

"What!"

Bai Lin stood still, his fists bumped in front of him, and annoyance appeared on his face.

The sandbag on the opposite side embarrassed him, so he made that sandbag look good, and if he couldn't get blood all over his face, don't even think about finishing it today!

The next moment, Bai Lin sometimes punched like a tiger howling in the forest, sometimes threw his legs like a dragon out to sea, and sometimes jumped up like an eagle hitting the sky. Not only was his posture gorgeous, but his power was truly extraordinary.

Those who can be beaten from a pariah to a low class in an underground boxing arena are naturally not comparable to gangsters who fight on the street first to find bricks.

But the problem is that no matter how majestic he is, he just can't hit the moving sandbag in front of him.

The more he couldn't reach him, the angrier he became, and the angrier he became, the more he wanted to hit someone, but he couldn't hit him. Instead, the anger accumulated in his stomach, and he felt like his whole body was about to explode.

It's a pity that whether you are angry or not has nothing to do with whether you can fight or not.

So he was as tired as a runaway mad dog in the boxing ring, while the mobile sandbag was strolling in the courtyard, very relaxed, and he almost sang the song "I am watching the mountain scenery from the tower, and I heard a lot of people and horses."The banners fluttered in the air, but it turned out to be soldiers sent by Sima...'

In the far corner of the boxing ring, Gan Ju watched the sparring partner on the ring.

She is not so boring, she will pay attention to the training process of a poor bastard, nothing more than being beaten until he vomits blood, which is a normal thing for an incompetent training partner.

She was passing by here and wanted to go out, but she didn't expect to see Zhao Quan walking his dog.

This made her feel very surprised, subverting the established image of a coward in her mind.

How can he be a coward who can turn a boxer who has been beaten from the untouchables to the lowly people into a dog?

"How about it?"

While Gan Ju was paying attention to Zhao Quan's light steps, a hoarse voice suddenly sounded behind him.

This hoarse voice is like the fragrance of citrus on her body, it is a sign, so she does not need to look back to know that the person who came is the boss of the underground boxing ring, Ma Kun.Sure enough, turning his head around, Ma Kun limped forward, raised his head with a smile and nodded to the stage.

Gan Ju understood that he was asking Zhao Quan, so she replied: "Although I can easily escape all of Bai Lin's attacks, I will definitely not be as comfortable as him."

"He gave me the feeling that he was taking a walk. He obviously turned his head to avoid Bai Lin's fist, but it seemed that he moved his neck deliberately when his neck was uncomfortable. Dodging the attack was just an unintentional gain."

"And I noticed that his steps are very elegant, his feet are clearly on the ground, but the whole person looks light and light, as if he is only the weight of a piece of paper, and he will float away when he is punched, which is very strange pace of."

"At least I haven't seen this kind of method in our boxing ring."

Ma Kun patted Gan Ju on the shoulder twice, didn't say anything, just stared at Zhao Quan and Bai Lin on the ring.

At this time, Bai Lin, who was sweating profusely, was completely annoyed. He stopped chasing Zhao Quan and shouted angrily.

"Don't move, let me stick it like a stake!"

This is playing tricks, if you can't hit it, let someone beat it there, wooden man?

Although the essence of sparring is human sandbags, although the essence of human sandbags is to be beaten, there is no rule in the boxing field that sparring should stand there and be beaten.

When Zhao Quan raised this point, Bai Lin shouted: "Are you a stupid pig? Take a leg target!"

The leg target is a piece of leather-wrapped padding that protects the forearm and palm, and is mostly used in martial arts and taekwondo gyms.

Zhao Quan didn't say anything, turned around and took the leg braces, then raised his forearms and stood still.

"Are you left-handed?"

Zhao Quan was ready to be attacked, but Bai Lin didn't expect to say such a sentence suddenly.

He shook his head to indicate no, and the next moment Bai Lin's heavy leg came suddenly, hitting his left arm and leg with a 'bang'.

The strength is really not small. It is impossible for ordinary people to bear this kick and be kicked away, but it is absolutely inevitable to stagger and retreat.

But Zhao Quan really stuck there like a log, as if roots had taken root under his feet, without moving at all.

Bai Lin was quite annoyed, and then he punched and kicked like rain, falling on the target with a crackling patter.

Now Zhao Quan understood Bai Lin's tricks, as long as he was not left-handed, his right arm would definitely be stronger than his left.

And Bai Lin's continuous heavy blows were all on his left arm and leg target, clearly trying to knock him down through his weakness.

"What a poor little thought of yours!"

(End of this chapter)