Chapter 85: I fight for him

This time, I played for him.
The staff didn't know where the young man came from, and the small body that was so thin that it was about to fall would want to go to the fist box.
"This gentleman, we don't have this rule on the court." The staff member displeasedly persuaded that they would have been embarrassed to follow Wang Tiechuan, but now they have a troublemaker.
Song Ye naturally knew that the boxing box had no rules. He slowly put on the white sweater hat on his body, turned around, and the clamoring man on the boxing box extended his thumb, and slowly fell down the thumb in the opponent's arm. .
"God up, I'm going to fight with you. If you want to be good for him, I'll fight with you, come up!" The man in the fighting state couldn't stand the provocation at all, and when he was a little stimulated, he shouted on the ring immediately Scream, can't wait to rush down and directly confront Song Ye.
Song Ye glanced at the staff just now, "Can I go up now?"
The staff member froze there and finally nodded helplessly, because it was a black punch. As long as someone here was willing to go up to punch, there were no rules at all.
When Song Ye in white clothes and white hood covered his face with a small face stood on the fist, the surrounding stone wall was silent for several seconds, and then the guests burst into a more intense roar.
"Fuck him, kill him!" Those customers who bought the man won the fist excitedly, waiting for the man to punch the thin boy KO.
"Get off, let Wang Tiechuan come up, waste our money, and let Wang Tiechuan come out!" Those few customers who bought Wang Tiechuan winked and yelled, before throwing their tickets on the fist floor.
Looking at the ticket at Song Ye's feet, the man across the face showed an excited smile, "Rest assured that you will be torn apart completely by me like waste paper on the ground ..."
"Come here if you have the ability." Song Ye shook his fist and greeted the man with one hand.
And Qu Baigang, who was drinking coffee and talking about things in the VIP seat, looked back down, and was immediately frightened by a sip of coffee. "Ahem, isn't that a kid? He ran down the game, and it was too messy."
I heard that Qin Zhan's brows frowned. This was the first time that he cast his eyes on the fist box. Sure enough, he saw Song Ye in white and white pants on it. The first reaction at that time was that he wanted to take people. Come down.
"No, this little devil doesn't understand the rules here. If something goes wrong, it will be too late." Qu Bai has already stood up and hurried to find a waiter to lead the way. Qin Zhan was caught as soon as he moved. Arms up.
"It's too late." As soon as Qin Zhan's deep voice fell, he heard a clang, and the bell at the start of the game rang, and the two men on the fist have officially fought.
Even at this point, it's too late.
Qu Bai sat back in position, his brows frowned so as to pinch the flies, and his eyes stared at the fists.
But the thin young man who was not optimistic about everyone faced a strong opponent's attack and was not beaten.
More than just not being knocked down, the man with a look of contempt just now noticed that something was wrong with Song Ye. The teenager looks thin and fragile, but he can block his punch with one arm. You must know his Strength is trained, and a punch weighs a hundred pounds.
"Go on, kill him, kill him!"
In the shouts of carnivals around, the men continuously punched and tried to make a quick decision.
But he was fast, Song Ye was also fast, and he stood back on the fist. The fighting skills seemed to have melted into the bones and blood. She blocked the opponent's attack with one hand and was able to free up a fist to fight back.
Banging, every fist went out, punching the opponent's most fragile head. Boxing is no better than assassination. What attracts people most is violence. It is a slamming force that blows the opponent's last trace of power.
The roar around has long changed the wind direction, and was deeply attracted by every young man's punches. The violent elements in the blood were fully mobilized. They began to growl and cheer for Song Ye, only hoping that Song Ye could punch faster and more fiercely. It's best to beat the other side with blood.
In the second half, the man no longer dared to punch, and instead attacked with his legs, covering his head with both hands.
With a bang, Song Ye kicked the other side of the field as soon as he lifted his foot. The man bumped into the rubber band and felt that the stomach was overturned. He vomited a spit when he saw it, and he saw that he was going to bounce back. As soon as he gritted his teeth, a stern flash of light flashed in his eyes, his ankle shook, and a band of cold light appeared in the bandaged area.
"Ah!" The man yelled as he rushed back into the field again, sweeping his legs and sweeping toward the teenager's head hidden in his hat.
The wind suddenly swept over, the speed of the other side was extremely fast, Song Ye turned his head to the side, raised her arm against the other side's ankle, that is, at this moment, she heard a gurgling sound, and the sharp pain of the sharp blade stabbing into the flesh stimulated Her body was stiff, her entire arm was shaking fiercely, her nerves were crushed almost in all directions.
The knife hidden on the opponent's ankle extended a lot with the impact. At this time, she had pierced her arm. If she turned and swept past, her arm would be severed.
Between the light and the flint, the brain quickly made a judgement, she raised the other hand, bent her index finger, and hit the other person's ankle severely.
"Hmm ..." The man groaned, his entire foot leaving like an electric shock, a snapping sound, and his ankle bones cracked.
As the contact points between the two sides separated, the blood pouring from Song Ye's arm quickly stained the white sweater and looked startling.
"The other party cheated!" On the stand, Qu Bai clenched his fists, his eyes frowning deeply.
Qin Zhan also had a dignified face, and the amount of bleeding alone was enough to judge Song Ye was not injured at this time. This kind of shady trick was also the reason why he did not want Song Ye to participate.
Under the fist, Wang Tiechuan stood up suddenly and rushed up, but was pulled by the staff. With red eyes, he stared desperately at the thin back, "Boss ..."
The blood ticked down along the fingertips, splashed on the fist, and blossomed a lot of magical flowers. Song Ye untied Wang Tiechuan's belt, stopped the bleeding on his aorta, fastened the cloth with his teeth, and his lips were stained Got bloody, lined with that white chin, Yan Hong's mouth was like a vampire.
As soon as she lowered her arm, the opposite man attacked again when he was not ready, and his fist slammed into Song Ye's head severely. This punch exhausted his strength and was enough to break Song Ye's head.
The moment the bullying approached, the figure in front of him flickered, but disappeared in the field of vision. In the second he was slamming, he felt only a severe pain from the heart, and the whole person left the ground. , Flew straight out of the field.