After another encounter, Song Fusheng staggered a few steps before he could stand firm.
"You...are you...professional?" Song Fusheng looked at Xia Tian warily.
Xia Tian shook his head helplessly, but did not talk to Song Fusheng.
But just now he tried to trip Song Fusheng with his broken leg.
Although it doesn't hurt as much anymore, I still feel a little powerless.
Xia Tian couldn't help but sigh, if it was a good leg, there would be no need to work so hard.
The old man and others said that Xia Tian was soft-hearted and would not kill him, but in fact they all misunderstood.
The reason why Xia Tian doesn't play at full strength in every game is that he gives people a nonchalant look.
In fact, it was just a smokescreen to hide the serious injury on his thigh.
Try your best? Stop it, knock the opponent down and fly up?
That requires a lot of explosive leg power.
If someone really discovered my flaw at this moment, wouldn’t I, a former professional boxing champion, become a fool?
As for why I didn’t tell the old man and the others, it was because I was afraid that they would worry.
Come to think of it, if I let my family know that my injury is not just a minor one!
You still want to play the game? You don't even need to screw in the screws.
After some random thoughts, Xia Tian caught the opponent's kick.
He mercilessly gave his opponent a leg-lock throw.
"Slow, too slow, my wife kicks faster than you."
Xia Tian did not chase after him but waved at Song Fusheng, signaling him to stand up.
"Xiaotian, why are you showing off?" the old man shouted from the audience with his hands behind his back.
"Grandpa, you are like the eunuch who is anxious while the emperor is not," Xia Tian smiled.
"You bastard, you are rebelling against Tiangang and saying that your grandfather is a eunuch?" The old man was furious. With the help of the security team leader, he climbed onto the stage and pointed at Xia Tian and cursed.
"Stop..." Seeing this, the referee hurriedly stopped the game and made a warning gesture to the old man.
"Please leave the ring immediately."
"Lululul!" Standing behind the referee, Xia Tian stuck out his tongue and made faces.
The old man was so angry that he was fuming, but he couldn't do anything about Xia Tian.
If the referee really sends Xia Tian off for disrupting the game, it would be a waste of time and effort.
In fact, Xia Tian was not joking, but it was after the fall with the legs hugged just now.
Xia Tian noticed that Song Fusheng's eyes were looking at his right thigh intentionally or unintentionally.
It seems that Song Fusheng must have discovered some clues about these two attacks with his feet.
That's why Xia Tian resorted to this desperate measure to disrupt the rhythm of the game.
If Song Fusheng could calm down for a while, maybe he would be able to forget about Xia Tian’s leg.
This is the ability to adapt to situations that only a former boxing champion can have. Who else can do it? Who dares to do it?
In the live broadcast room, when the old man pointed at Xia Tian and glared at him, the atmosphere exploded again.
"Oh my god, this is so funny. Xia Tian is definitely a funny person."
"That's Xia Shiru! The founder of Xia Group."
"The man upstairs is the boss, and they are just grandfather and grandson."
At the competition site, after Xia Tian’s amazing operation, Song Fusheng actually forgot about his previous discovery.
Just now, Song Fusheng, who was feeling desperate, was surprised to find that Xia Tian's right foot seemed to have no strength.
But just when he wanted to use a few attacks to find out the truth.
Xia Tian actually had no respect for the game and started arguing with his grandfather.
Faced with such confident behavior, Song Fusheng naturally mistakenly thought that Xia Tian must be wasting no effort and was just playing a trick on him.
After the first game, both teams returned to their coaching staff.
Song Fusheng was sweating profusely, panting, and kept repeating "water, water".
"Fusheng, although I don't want to admit it, there is a huge gap between you and him," the coach said reluctantly.
Song Fusheng did not refute, nor was he angry.
Instead, he nodded in agreement and said, "I admit that I was wrong and underestimated the enemy, but I don't want to give up."
"But there's no point in going on like this," the coach said bitterly.
"I didn't expect to win. If I didn't learn something from a real master, it would be a waste of opportunity." Song Fusheng looked at his coach with a relieved look.
Looking at Song Fusheng's eager eyes, the coach pondered for a moment and finally nodded.
"If it doesn't work, call me! Don't force it, you still have to go to Japan later."
Song Fusheng nodded affirmatively, and just at that moment the bell for the second round of competition rang.
The two sides stood in the middle of the ring again. Xia Tian still had a smile on his face, but Song Fusheng did not have the hatred he had just now.
The two sides began to test each other. Song Fusheng's punches missed several times, and Xia Tian dodged as if he was teasing a child who had just learned boxing.
In response to such contempt, Song Fusheng did not get angry, but looked seriously into Xia Tian's eyes.
"I know I can't beat you, but please respect me and try your best."
Xia Tian was stunned by Song Fusheng's sudden request!
Then, the look in his eyes when he looked at the other person became much softer.
Don't get me wrong, Xia Tian is not feeling sorry for his opponent, but boxers like him deserve respect.
"Are you sure?" Xia Tian slowly took two steps back.
Song Fusheng nodded seriously and clenched his fists tightly with his open hands.
Looking at the other person's nervous but bright eyes, Xia Tian smiled and nodded!
"Fusheng, after the boxing match, you and I will be friends."
After saying that, Xia Tian's eyes changed, like a vicious wolf spying on its prey!
More like a king, he is examining his subjects!
Gao Chang, standing in the company's conference room, watching Xia Tian on the big screen, was trembling with excitement!
"Director, please zoom in. I want a close-up of that look in the eyes. Hurry!"
In the live broadcast room...
The moment the close-up of Xia Tian’s expression appeared, the originally noisy live broadcast room instantly became quiet!
I don’t know how much time had passed, but Xu Shu’s comment saved everyone from their shock!
"Gao Chang, don't think that this matter will be over if you don't answer the phone. Just wait for me to come back."
"Oh my god, oh my god, if our mom hadn't shown up, I would have almost peed my pants. Xia Tian's look is so awesome!"
"The person upstairs, I've already peed myself. Now I even suspect that Xia Tian has killed someone."
"Stop talking nonsense. My brother is a member of the provincial team. I just saw him squeeze his legs together and run to the bathroom."
"Xia Tian is not simple. Just this look is enough to show that he has experienced countless life-and-death battles."
Compared to the chaos in the live broadcast room, the stadium seemed much quieter!
Maybe the word "quiet" to describe today's gymnasiums is not quite accurate!
Dead silence? Yes, dead silence! Completely dead silence!
At this moment in the gymnasium, even the person sitting in the corner could hear the thud of fists hitting all over the body!
Blood flowed down Song Fusheng's nose, corners of his mouth, and tips of his eyebrows, and splattered onto the snow-white ring!
Even the little white tiger and Yu Miaomiao under the ring couldn't help but hug each other with their eyes closed.
Because it’s too brutal... It’s simply too brutal!
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