Born In England

On the ring.

Li Lin and Warren stood opposite each other, no more than two meters apart.

The host Tom on the side shouted: "Everyone, the appetizers start tonight! The game at 8 o'clock will still go on as scheduled!"

"Start! Shout out to your players!"

"beat!"

"Fight! Kill this Chinese!"

In the surrounding auditorium, the audience shook their heads and shouted, and the atmosphere suddenly rose.

"Warren, nicknamed the Iron Wolf!" Warren reported his home.

"Qinglong Martial Arts Hall, Li Lin!" Li Lin said lightly.

"Qinglong Martial Arts Hall?"

"Is there a martial arts hall in London?"

"I haven't heard of it!" Some people on the field whispered.

"Boy, how do you want to die?" Warren twisted his neck and hands, making a crackling sound of bones.

"Oh, let the horses come over!" Li Lin waved at the other party.

"Okay, I'll knock you out first, and then I'll torture you!" Warren swayed slightly from left to right, and quickly entered the state.

Although he was disdainful, as a qualified boxer, he was not at all relaxed in his heart.

Because when he fought his first boxing match, his opponent also despised him, and he was finally beaten to death.

So, in the ring, he never underestimates any opponent!

At this moment, Li Lin was standing in the same place, with both hands doing the unique defensive action of the Inch Fist, as if he was waiting for you to come.

"It seems that the other party is a fighter, how can there be a boxer standing still?" Warren sneered in his heart, and slowly leaned over while stepping on the broken steps.

He stared at Li Lin tightly.

Just when the two sides were still half a meter away, Warren planned to try to attack first to test the opponent's strength.

"Dead!" Warren took one and a half steps, and began to calculate his arm length. One hand was on guard, and he could block at any time. The other hand suddenly charged and punched Li Lin in the face.

With this move, he can attack, and if the attack fails, he can defend. It can be said to be a surefire strategy!

In Li Lin's pupils, a fist quickly enlarged.

"The speed is too slow!" Li Lin was five times more sensitive and responsive, the opponent's attack was really slow in his eyes, and he could dodge at any time.

But he didn't plan to dodge, instead he secretly used the special power method of the inch punch to deliver a punch that was as simple as it was powerful.

"Ah!" Li Lin shouted, his punch came first.

hum!

The fist rubbed the air to make a popping sound.

"What?" Warren's pupils shrank, he was about to block with the defensive hand, and at the same time his head was slightly turned to one side to avoid it.

but!

The audience in the field only saw Li Lin's fist disappear in a flash.

Next second!

boom!

A punch hit Warren in the face, and Warren couldn't keep up with Li Lin's punching speed!

Immediately afterwards, Li Lin moved his head slightly to the left, dodging Warren's punch.

Then, the bridge of Warren's nose, which was directly hit by Li Lin's punch, collapsed, the blood was so low, and the whole person fell towards the back.

quiet!

The audience was instantly silent, only Warren lay in the ring, twitching and vomiting blood in pain and hoarse.

One punch is OK!

One move to defeat the enemy!

"Hey... invincible!" Seeing this, Li Er and the others immediately put their hearts down in their stomachs, and then they shouted excitedly.

"It's amazing, it's an instant kill! The boss deserves to get the true inheritance!" Li Biao's eyes were red, and he shouted.

At this time, the audience also came back to their senses one after another, and burst into violent cheers and applause!

"Oh, selling melons, I didn't see it clearly just now. How did you defeat Warren?"

"The speed is too fast! What speed is this?"

"The timing is too good to grasp, right? One punch is OK?"

"This Chinese man is a master!"

"Damn it, my hundred pounds!"

"I knew earlier that Li Lin won!"

The whole audience was boiling, this kind of OK picture of one move to defeat the enemy is really pleasing to the eye.

They have watched a lot of boxing matches and know that this one-sided punch is OK only when the strength of the two sides is very disparate.

Obviously, Li Lin has the strength to beat Warren!

"Fake? Impossible, impossible!" The manager Stuart and the host Tom saw their eyes wide open in disbelief.

"Am I right?" Tom was dumbfounded.

"Warren, get up for me, **** it!" Stuart yelled.

"He will never get up!" Li Lin walked over with a grinning smile and stepped on Warren's neck!

Click!

The audience was ignited again.

"Wow! Fake, it's so exciting!"

"Haha, good fight!"

"Being slapped in the face, the price is death!"

"There's a good show tonight. This Li Lin is obviously a ruthless man. I'm looking forward to who the Iron Throne will send next?"

"You..." Seeing Li Lin deal with Warren, Stuart's face turned blue and red with anger.

"Are your boxers just so rubbish? Are there any stronger ones? I don't like to fight with these weak chickens~www.readwn.com~ Come and give me a stronger opponent!" Li Lin joked.

As soon as these words came out, the audience instantly fell silent.

"Weak chicken? Fake is right!"

"Manager Stuart, hurry up and call out the Defender Titan!"

"Yes! Hurry up, I want to beat the Titans to win!"

"I pressed Li Lin!"

A group of audience members cheered.

"Okay, it looks like you can't get out of here today!" Stuart looked at the arrogant Li Lin and laughed in anger.

He planned to let the Titan Boxer take action to deal with this arrogant boy.

"Call up the Titans!" Stuart said with a gloomy face.

"Wait a minute, the next game will be played later, now that I have won Warren, should I pay off the bet, I don't seem to be betting much, it's only 20,000 pounds, ten times the odds, That is 200,000 pounds, your Iron Throne family's great cause will not be able to afford it?" Li Lin said with a slight smile.

"Yes, immediately... eh?" Stuart came back to his senses halfway through and asked a subordinate, "They bet 20,000 to beat them to win?"

"Yes, manager." The subordinate said with sweat on his forehead.

"Fake!" Stuart was extremely angry, and he was suddenly made 200,000 pounds by the other party, and lost to death.

This is almost their monthly profit!

"Manager Stuart, right? Hurry up and lose money!" Li Lin said with a harmless smile.

"Humph! I hope you can laugh next time." Stuart snorted coldly. After a while, the Titans have won the opponent, and the money has to stay after all!

Thinking of this, Stuart and the others quickly took out 200,000 pounds to Li Er and others.