C521 Falling Fist

"Hu!"

Wu Feng exhaled a long breath. Seeing that Ye Liuyun was finally going to be on stage, he finally felt at ease.

The feeling this time was a little different than last time when he saw Ye Liuyun participating in the ten-meter gas step snatch.

Last time, it could be said that Wu Feng did not regard Ye Liuyun being able to stage as any kind of hope at all.

But this time, Wu Feng suddenly felt that could Ye Liuyun create another miracle?

In his heart, he was already beginning to feel anticipation.

He looked at the time. There were only less than five minutes left before the official start of the competition. He then calmed down and waited quietly.

The rules for boxing at the National Games were similar to those of other world boxing competitions, with the exception of the next three, which could not be attacked, and the general rules were the same.

However, most of the time, all the matches in the tournament would rely on the players' points to calculate the points. In the end, the points would determine the victor or loser.

In the whole history of boxing, there were very few cases of KO. After all, the boxing gloves used in these kinds of competitions were very different from those used in some of the world's boxing competitions.

The boxing gloves of the whole tournament had a stronger defense. Although a fighter's full strength punch was enough to make an ordinary person lie down, when faced with a competitor who had also experienced a few rounds of training, most of the time, it was still a counterattack strategy.

Standing below the stage, Wu Feng suddenly felt that he had talked too little with Ye Liuyun. He hurriedly gave the coach a meaningful glance, and Ye Liuyun was quickly found by the coach.

But before the coach could say anything, the results of the match had already come out. Ye Liuyun was already in the first round!

"You have to be careful later. With the point system, try your best to at least get hit by the other party. Afterwards, try your best to attack the opponent …"

"Alright, I understand."

Ye Liuyun waved his hand and walked up the stage.

The coach looked at Ye Liuyun with a wave of helplessness.

Wu Feng nervously took out a tissue to wipe his sweat, staring at the stage without blinking.

A total of 20 boxers of this level were divided into 10 groups for the competition.

Each round would take 3 minutes, a total of 3 rounds. This wasn't like a world-class match where one had to compete for endurance, but for skills instead.

Ye Liuyun's first opponent was actually a contestant from the East Ocean Continent!

Looking at the same skin color, the other smiled provocatively at Ye Liuyun, revealing a set of teeth.

"Do you know anything about China?"

Ye Liuyun frowned, and did not bother to answer him, immediately starting to exercise.

The referee was already in position, and all sorts of cameras were aimed at him.

"Begin!"

As the sound of the whistle faded away, the competitor smiled lightly and walked towards Ye Liuyun with light steps.

Below the stage, Wu Feng's heart sank a little.

Ye Liuyun, who was on the stage, might not know about him, but Wu Feng knew that this competitor of the Eastern Ocean Country was called Wu Jingsanlang.

His battle record had also reached the level of five gold and three silver. In the last National Games, he had even defeated a powerful participant from the E Nation.

Regarding this Wu Jingsanlang, Wu Feng and the others had even done a series of research on him, the results showed that this guy was definitely not as simple as someone who had learnt boxing.

It was very possible that Wu Jingsanlang had trained in the secret arts of the Eastern Ocean Country. His movements were light and graceful, but his fists were cruel and tricky.

At this moment, seeing that Ye Liuyun's opponent was him, Wu Feng and the other participants from China who knew Wu Jingsanlang's background, all felt their hearts in their throats.

And at that moment, on the stage, Wu Jingsanlang was carefully provoking Ye Liuyun.

"Hehe, this kid doesn't seem to have much ability."

After Wu Jingsanlang circled Ye Liuyun a few times, he also gave out a few punches in an attempt to test out Ye Liuyun's reaction. After seeing it all, he made a decision in his heart.

Suddenly, Wu Jingsanlang pulled back his left leg and quickly switched to his right leg. At the same time, he threw a right punch straight at Ye Liuyun!

Under normal circumstances, such simple moves could be easily avoided by any trained contestant!

It was also because of this that Wu Jingsanlang's punch was only a trick to lure the enemy!

At the same time as he punched out with his right fist, his left fist basically also sent out a hook punch upwards at the same time!

At this moment, if Ye Liuyun dodged to the right, what welcomed him was a ferocious hook punch!

If he dodged to the left, he could dodge this hook fist, but Wu Jingsanlang was confident that he could still score!

The corner of his mouth was raised into a smile, and below the stage, even Wu Feng's breathing had stopped!

At this moment, there was a light "bang" sound. Wu Jingsanlang only felt the breathing in his chest suddenly stagnate, and then, his entire body went black as he fell down straight on the ground!

On the arena, below the arena, in the entire viewing gallery, on the various broadcast platforms, everyone held their breath as they stared in shock at the scene before them!

Even the referee who was following closely behind on the arena was stunned!

"What, what happened?"

The judge looked at Wu Jingsanlang who was lying on the ground in confusion.

Ye Liuyun shrugged his shoulders and smiled at the referee, "Countdown!"

The judge was startled, he immediately went over to Wu Jingsanlang and probed him.

"This... This person is already completely unconscious, what's the point of counting back!? "

The corner of the referee's mouth twitched as he announced Ye Liuyun's victory!

"Holy sh * t!"

"Impossible!" What just happened? "

"Who knows!" I didn't see it clearly, did you? "

"What the hell are you looking at? Did that Chinese fighter slip and fall down?"

Everyone was arguing, because the situation just now was too strange!

In everyone's eyes, Ye Liuyun did not even make a move. He only shifted his body slightly, trying to dodge the attack, but the opponent had already fallen.

As soon as the match ended, the judges began whispering to each other. In the end, they decided to tell the cameras to replay it.

All the judges in the referee team gathered together and started the recording.

When the entire screen zoomed in eight times, all the judges present immediately sucked in a mouthful of cold air!

"Oh my god! "This, this is unbelievable!"

"Slow down to eight times speed and you can only see the shadow of a fist. China is indeed the home of martial arts! It's simply too powerful! "

All of the judges immediately looked towards Ye Liuyun.

At the same time, Wu Feng had also hurried over to Ye Liuyun through the fence: "What happened just now?"

Ye Liuyun chuckled, "I just gave him a light punch, who would have thought that this guy wouldn't take a beating!"

"Hiss …" Wu Feng exhaled a breath of cold air, and looked at Ye Liuyun in disbelief. Can you tell me honestly, what, exactly are your origins!? "