All-round Exercise System

　　 Boxing is a competition that is divided according to weight. Li Jingzhe is currently more than 220 kilograms, and the opponent is at least 172 kilograms or more, which is the highest weight group.

　　Of course, because it is a novice boxing match, the weight requirements are not too strict. There are even a lot of lighter weights who want to play with Li Jingzhe, who seems to be very slow.

　　 Standing barefoot on the slightly icy ground, Li Jingzhe looked at his opponent who was half a head taller than him, his expression gradually becoming solemn.

　　 The magic power in his body has been imperceptible, and it has obviously been blocked by the system. The next thing he has to rely on is his own strength.

　　 "My name is Feng Mo! What is your name?" the strong black glove boxer asked with a crooked mouth.

　　 "Li Jingzhe." The young man simply responded, constantly stretching his fists, bouncing around in place, doing the final warm-up exercise.

　　 "The name is like a cultural person, don't read your death book, take part in boxing. If you surrender now, you can still avoid the suffering of flesh and blood, otherwise don't blame me for being merciless later!"

　　 "Oh, I don't blame you." Li Jingzhe replied blankly.

　　 Such a careless attitude and sorrowful reply immediately annoyed Feng Mo, he directly snorted and stopped talking.

　　 After the one-minute warm-up, the two began to stand face-to-face under the instruction of the coach. After the referee gave an order, Feng Mo quickly launched an attack.

　　 The black fist was instantly enlarged in Li Jingzhe’s eyes, and he punched Li Jingzhe’s left face directly!

"Oh--!!"

　　 The stage exclaimed, no one thought that the first minute would be born so soon.

　　 The fat man stood there neither defending nor backing away, like a fool.

　　 There was no expression on Zhao Long's face, but Zhou Tingting in his arms obviously felt that the other party's hand on his shoulder increased.

　　 As for the white-haired old man at the back, he smiled slightly, and didn't particularly care. On the contrary, there was a bright light in his eyes.

　　 Li Jingzhe on the stage felt the pain on his face carefully.

　　 Despite the 5-point "resistance attribute" bonus, he still felt an obvious sting.

　　 "Is this the strength of a boxer? It's so much stronger than those street bullies!"

　　 Li Jingzhe grinned suddenly, with a faint blood lingering around the corner of his mouth.

　　 Feng Mo shook his chin and smiled contemptuously.

　　 The other party didn't evade the simple punch just now. It seems that it is really the same as everyone discussed before. This is an iron waste.

　　 Get the bonus after solving the waste!

　　 After all, if you can knock the opponent down and make the opponent unable to stand up within ten seconds, then you can directly win without having to play four rounds.

　　 Without hesitation, Feng Mo directly raised his fist and approached the fat man again.

　　 "Hoo——"

　　 Feng Mo's left fist hooked forward, because the speed and strength were strong enough to directly bring out the fist wind.

　　 However, what he didn't expect was that the fat man who was still staying in the same place without any movement suddenly leaned back, and while avoiding his short punch, his right fist hit his left fist directly!

　　 hitting the fist on the arm is usually not a score, so Feng Mo didn't even think about deliberately hiding, but because of this idea, it became a huge foreshadowing of this game.

　　 "Boom——"

　　 Li Jingzhe's right fist hit the opponent's left fist firmly. Feng Mo, who hadn't taken the matter seriously, only felt that a sharp pain suddenly came from the tip of his fist!

　　 "Fuck me!!" Feng Mo cursed, and when he stepped back, he directly raised his right hand, "Referee, I suspect that there is a steel ball in the opponent's glove! Just hitting me is too painful for J2!

　　 "Something is wrong! Obviously something is wrong!!"

　　 Hearing this, there was an uproar in the room, and the rich and wealthy women immediately made complaints.

　　 You need to know that stuffing steel **** or other things in your gloves to improve your punching ability is not a rare thing in the boxing world.

　　 But such things are directly classified as cheating, and they will be suspended for one year in regular matches.

　　 Zhao Long, the club leader, changed his face when he heard Feng Mo's words. He quickly got up to appease the crowd, and then walked to Li Jingzhe himself.

　　 did not directly question the young man, Zhao Long just patted the other person on the shoulder and said gently: "I absolutely trust you. But..."

　　Before he finished speaking, Li Jingzhe untied his gloves and handed them to the opponent's hand, then opened his fingers and flipped them a few times.

　　 Zhao Long nodded, handed the gloves to the referee for careful inspection, and got a negative result.

　　 "There is nothing, the gloves are all normal." The referee explained loudly to the audience off the court.

　　On hearing this, the rich people off the court settled down again.

　　 It was Feng Mo who was on the field questioning:

　　 "How could it be possible! There must be something in his gloves, otherwise, how could it hurt me to hit me with gloves?"

　　 "If you don't believe me, check it yourself." Zhao Long coldly threw the gloves to the opponent, and then asked Zhou Tingting to get a new pair of gloves. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 Feng Mo, who failed to check, could only look at his opponent with a cold face.

　　 However, Li Jingzhe didn't even look at him at all. He just kept doing warm-up exercises to maintain the body's heat.

　　 Zhao Long patted Feng Mo on the shoulder and said with a smile:

　　 "This fat man is the one I brought, do you think I will find an ordinary fat man to give you money?"

　　 After saying this, he didn't care about the other's wrong face and walked directly off the stage.

　　 After Li Jingzhe put on the checked gloves, the referee announced that the game would continue.

　　 This time, Feng Mo, who had already had a psychological shadow, did not take the initiative to attack.

　　 Obviously, Zhao Long had just reminded him that if the other party really did not cheat, then there is only one explanation for the sharp pain of his left fist-that is, the opponent's boxing power has far exceeded him! Reached a sufficiently terrifying level!

　　Thinking about it carefully, the opponent is so fat and powerful is undoubtedly a natural advantage.

　　 If this advantage is gone, then the other party will not be attracted by the club’s boss.

　　 Seeing Feng Mo hesitate not to attack again, Li Jingzhe couldn't help but frowned.

　　 He just planned to come here as still as a mountain, so as not to change.

　　 As a result, the opponent is now afraid to bully him directly like before, so he can't find the opportunity to defend and counterattack like just now.

　　 "Since you can't come, then I will attack."

　　 Li Jingzhe raised his fist in front of his face while keeping his body beating. Suddenly, he stepped out, and his fist slammed into Feng Mo's face like a hammer!

　　 "I'll go! Who can tell me the slow speed of this punch?"