Chapter 60

Dudley and his opponents walked out of their respective iron gates. Fireworks exploded on the sidelines and colorful fireworks rose, sweeping away the embarrassing atmosphere.

The audience shouted Dudley's name and cheered for him. Obviously, many people knew him. At the same time, some people shouted that fake boxing was not allowed, which was obviously the group who had just lost the bet.

Dudley was dressed like a boxer in a regular competition. He only wore a pair of sports shorts, but he didn't wear a boxer. He showed a provocative smile and made a gesture of cutting his throat at his opponent.

His opponent was an Indian from the new world, dressed in traditional Indian hunting costumes. Wearing a feathered crown on his head, only straw skirt pants on his body, and oil painting with special meaning on his face and body, there is a wild sense of religious sanctity.

Both sides are of similar size and look like secondary heavyweights.

Dudley is a typical British boxing posture, but it is a reverse fight, with his right hand in front and his left hand in back. The movement mode of this posture and the fist angle are strange, and the front fist has great lethality, which will make ordinary boxers uncomfortable.

Unlike the normal fighting posture, Indian soldiers stand at an angle of 45 degrees to the side, but face the enemy completely. Their waist and legs are slightly bent, and their arms are open in front of them, which is a bit similar to the wrestling posture.

Because the productivity of Indian tribes was very primitive, sometimes when fighting with wild animals, they lost their weapons and often had to fight hand to hand, so they naturally developed a technology for unarmed close combat.

Although the target of this technology is beasts rather than humans, for normal humans, the combat effectiveness is far less than that of beasts such as brown bears, pumas and leopards.

Therefore, it's not bad to change the moves a little, aiming at the lethality of human beings.

After the search, the referee rang the bell and the duel officially began.

The two sides approached quickly. No, Dudley kept his usual boxing footwork and moved forward step by step. The Indian soldiers charged forward directly, which seemed very reckless.

Dudley's expression was a little surprised, and then gave a sneer. He simply stayed where he was. After the Indian soldiers entered the attack range, he stabbed them in place.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Ordinary people couldn't see his three punches. Dudley's front hand shook, which was a virtual shadow.

Then three loud noises came!

The first time, the Indian soldier's crown fell, his eyebrow bone was broken, his fist edge cut his skin and flesh, and his blood flowed;

The next time, the Indian's face twisted, his mouth tilted, and several teeth flew out;

Third, the bridge of the nose was broken and covered with blood.

Rao is so, the Indian soldier rushed into the capture range. Dudley was really surprised this time and quickly moved around and sideways.

Unexpectedly, the Indian soldier waved his big hand and grabbed Dudley's front arm. Then he turned over behind him with a grimace and tried to wring his bare hands around Dudley's neck.

However, I saw the figure in front of me, but I was empty. Dudley took advantage of that moment, dived out of the dilemma, and hit the Indian soldier in the side face with his left hook.

His face was almost deformed. He loosened Dudley's right arm and took a few steps back.

Dudley smiled and pointed at each other. "Hey, ComeOn, the warm-up is not over yet. Give me some surprises."

The Indian soldier was furious and roared. His muscles expanded violently, as if he had directly upgraded from the secondary heavyweight to the heavyweight, and his height suddenly soared by several centimeters.

The audience outside the court all stared wide, as if they saw incredible things.

Wei Ran clenched his fist. Sure enough, almost none of those who can still stay in the boxing field are mortal.

He jumped into the air, palmed his hands and cut Dudley in a v.

With such a big move, it is naturally impossible to grasp the flexible Dudley, and only take a few steps back to make this move fail. But the Indian soldier took it as if he were incarnated in a red sword. His palms merged and suddenly stabbed Dudley in the abdomen from the ground.

This move is extremely fast and completely exceeds the mortal limit. When Wei Ran sees it, he can't avoid standing in Dudley's position.

Sure enough, Dudley was stabbed in the stomach. The whole man was so painful that his face was blue and his eyes were wide.

When his body was stiff due to pain, he was caught by Indian soldiers, swung into the air, drew a semicircle and hit the ground. Dust rose in the ring.

Then he saw the Indian soldiers riding on Dudley, with their fists on the left and right, and beating Dudley with a ferocious face.

Dudley was just hit on the ground so heavily that he didn't faint. Under adverse conditions, he could bend his arms to protect his head and face.

But the thumping sound meant that the Indian soldiers were never light with each blow. Dudley held on for more than a dozen times and remained in a stable defensive state.

Behind the gap between his hands, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and the diamond depression on his forehead seemed to glow red due to excessive congestion.

When Indian soldiers saw that more than a dozen punches were going on, Dudley could still resist. Therefore, in order to strengthen the attack, his upper body couldn't stand up high, so he had to make full use of the strength of his waist and abdomen to continue to hit. But before he knew it, his head leaned forward to be flush with Dudley's head.

At this time, Dudley suddenly raised his crotch and called the bridge in wrestling terminology. Just when the Indian soldier straightened his waist and tilted his center of gravity forward slightly, the force of lifting the bridge directly pushed him out in the direction of Dudley's head.

The Indian soldier lost his balance and took a few steps forward to stabilize his focus. When he looked back, Dudley had stood up.

He was badly beaten just now. His face was covered with blood. He wiped it with the gauze on his hand at will, and then spit out the bloody spittle in his mouth.

"Oh, I almost capsized in the gutter. I'm going to use my real strength. Pay attention. "

The Indian soldier couldn't understand his English at all and continued to roar and attack.

Dudley showed a strange smile, stretched out his thumb and pressed it on his head, and then drew it along the center line of the human body to the throat. At this time, the diamond depression on his forehead was darker.

Yu Yanzhong opened his eyes and exclaimed, "India's three veins and seven rounds of secret law!"

Wei Ran looked at Yu Yanzhong in amazement and didn't understand the meaning.

Then he rushed towards the Indian soldiers, even faster than at the beginning.

The Indian soldier saw a flower in front of him. Before his hand was stretched out, he got a jab on his face, followed by another rear hand hook in his left rib and another front hand hook in his chin.

Dudley punched three times, as if with a violent shock wave, which was suddenly released into the Indian soldier when he came into contact with his body.

He gave a sudden scream, but the Indian soldiers in this state were far more tolerant of pain than in the past. Qiang endured the pain and grabbed Dudley with both arms.

Dudley smiled grimly and hit the left and right fists continuously. One Chinese Indian soldier had a right elbow and one had a left wrist joint.

The bones of the two joints seemed to crack, but they couldn't exert their strength and fell off Dudley's shoulder.

Dudley flashed in his eyes, opened his bow from left to right, and stood and hit with heavy fists.

This is much more powerful than the riding style. The boxing is like the bombardment of a battleship cannon. In an instant, the Indian soldier's face completely changed and can no longer see its original face.

The Indian soldier couldn't support it any more. He rolled his eyes and fell to the ground on the spot. His face was covered with blood. It was very tragic. His body twitched when he fell to the ground.

The victory or defeat was clear at a glance. After a moment of silence in the audience, a burst of cheering roared. Dudley smiled and waved in the direction of Soros IV and walked out of the field leisurely.

The on-site medical team immediately rushed into the ring, gave first aid to the defeated boxer, and then quickly carried it out.

Council officials directly announced the victory, and then sexy dancers came on stage to dance. There was no such treatment in a fake boxing match just now.

Wei Yanchao nodded to Zheng Hong, stood up, and said to Yu Yanzhong, "master, after the game, tell me about the three veins and seven rounds."

Yu Yanzhong nodded, "win this game."