"Next up is Jiaolong's old rival, a boxer who once defeated Jiaolong in the third round—Daolang!"
At this moment, a boxer with thick hair but a face that looked like Bruce Lee walked out of the passage.
He roared, stepped into the iron cage, pounded his chest at the dragon, and then turned to show himself to the audience.
"Ding, ding, ding!" The bell rang and the game began.
At first, the two men were just testing each other's strength, occasionally throwing a few punches to test the opponent's reaction.
Daolang's left straight punch was blocked by Jiaolong's right hand, and then he threw another right straight punch, but Jiaolong still chopped it off with his right hand.
After turning around, Jiaolong threw a right hook. Daolang blocked the hook with his left hand and hit Jiaolong's chest and abdomen with his right hand.
"One point! Hit!" The referee's voice sounded outside the iron cage.
Normally, the referee in a boxing match is inside the ring, but in a black boxing match, he is outside the ring. That's because, apart from calling the count after a fight hits, there are no other rules that require him to make decisions.
This point is actually just a pretext to encourage follow-up betting and is dispensable, because the victory or defeat is determined by the knockdown count.
The dragon, which had suffered a small loss, was ignited by this blow! This blow also officially ignited the fuse of the counterattack.
"Ah!" With a roar, the dragon stretched out its left hand and struck Daolang's right waist.
Just as Daolang lowered his right hand to block the attack, Jiaolong suddenly retracted his right arm and punched Daolang's nose hard.
"Hit! Dragon hit!"
Such slapping in the face is not allowed in formal competitions, but this is black boxing!
Daolang was unable to protect his face and his nose was directly hit and bent, causing blood to spurt all over the floor.
After staggering back a few steps, Daolang wiped his nose, stared at the dragon fiercely, and assumed a defensive posture again, preparing for the next round of attack.
They are all experienced black boxers, so this attack is certainly not a regular routine.
Daolang unleashed a flurry of punches, each aimed at the dragon's head. The dragon retreated, raising its hands to protect its head, exposing its waist and abdomen.
Daolang saw the opportunity and kicked the dragon in the abdomen.
The dragon was unable to react in time and was kicked towards the iron cage. With a "clang", the iron fence shook three times.
"Hit! Sword Wolf, hit!"
Alright! Has boxing turned into Sanda? Can you even use your legs?
The dragon that was kicked turned its neck, pushed open the iron fence, and immediately rushed towards Daolang again.
In tit for tat, he also punched with a high center of gravity, but it was only a few steps. When Daolang hit back, Jiaolong suddenly squatted down.
Not only did Daolang's punch miss, he was also kicked by the crouching Jiaolong with a sweeping kick, knocking him to the ground with his head raised.
The back of his head hit the ground hard, and Daolang felt dizzy for a while.
"Knock down! Ten, nine, eight..."
Hearing the countdown, Daolang, who had only lasted five or six minutes, was obviously unwilling to spend his appearance fee. Regardless of whether he was still unconscious or not, he struggled to turn over and stand up.
He was staggering, and only felt relieved when he heard the count stop.
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