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  Chapter 260 Should I fight?

   Waited until people were sweating profusely before entering the mode of eating, drinking and chatting. Liu Qingshan had a wide range of knowledge and knowledge, and soon stunned these foreigners.

  The topic quickly shifted to the hottest Olympic Games at the moment. A **** man grinned his lips and started bragging, saying that if he goes to the Olympics, he will definitely win a boxing gold medal.

  Speaking of rising, he went down to the arena and waved a pair of fists vigorously. It really looked like that.

   "Mike, why don't you have a boxing match with this gentleman?"

  A voice suddenly sounded.

  Liu Qingshan turned his head to take a look, and almost screamed out loud: I saw the old hater master with a black **** his left arm, and a big wild horse with a hot body on his right arm, which instantly attracted the attention of the audience.

  What's the situation?

   "Okay, this suggestion is good, come on, let's have a duel between men!"

  The **** man Mike, with a fierce look in his eyes, said eagerly.

  That black girl has an affair with him, this is the rhythm of cheating, of course I can't bear it.

  Old Maoer is honest, and he still said: "Your boxing just now is basically a flowery fist."

  The big Yangma with a strong figure, I don’t know if it was intentional, but anyway, he translated the old hat’s words with embellishment.

  Mike became even more angry. He has received professional boxing training, and he can easily bring down three or five ordinary people.

  Old Mao'er is also a fool: "What's the matter, do you want to fight, come on, come on, it's a man, you will never be cowardly!"

  Liu Qingshan frowned: "McCall, this won't cause any trouble, right?"

   "It doesn't matter, this is a private communication and does not involve diplomacy."

  McCaul was also in a posture of fearing that the world would not be chaotic. He was still setting up a seedling beside him, took out a banknote from his pocket, waved it and said, "I bet on Mike to win!"

  Foreigners are very gamblers. When they see a leader, they immediately bet one after another.

  They all knew Mike’s strength, so they all bet on Mike’s side, and soon piled up a lot. Look at it, it’s almost thousands of dollars.

   There are foreign exchange certificates and US dollars.

   Liu Qingshan's eyes lit up: It's okay, okay, okay, I'm still worrying about how to squeeze the wool!

  So he also took out the only five hundred dollars left on his body: "I bet on the old hat!"

   "Liu, you have to think carefully before placing a bet."

   McCall also kindly reminded.

  Liu Qingshan said solemnly: "I bring people here, of course I want to support my compatriots!"

  The height of the country and the nation that has risen at this time, a few who hadn’t bet at first, immediately paid out, and all bet on Mike to win.

  On the dance floor where they were dancing just now, the two warring parties stood facing each other, surrounded by a large group of people, holding wine glasses, forming a large circle, booing and whistling, very lively.

  McCall stood up temporarily and acted as a referee. This guy raised his throat and made a long voice to introduce the players of both sides.

  Taking advantage of this time, Liu Qingshan quickly pulled the old hat aside: "Master, this match is going to win, but don't play hard, if you kill someone, we will get into the game."

  Old Maoer nodded: "You don't go to Sijiu City to inquire about it, we men have never convinced anyone in a fight."

   After speaking, he collided his two big fists and was about to charge upwards.

   "No, gloves."

  McCall made a gesture to signal the old hat to put on the gloves.

  Old Maoer kept shaking his head where to find that thing, and then Liu Qingshan remembered an important question:

  Uncle Shi doesn’t know the rules of boxing, if he loses because of a foul, it will be a loss to grandma’s family.

  So he seized the time again and explained the rules to his uncle. The time was short, so he could only focus on the key points.

   "Don't use your feet, isn't that equivalent to giving him two feet?"

  Old Maoer was a little confused, but luckily instead of using both hands and feet, he showed his iron elbows: "If you don't need legs, then you can only use this."

  It’s too bad, Uncle Master, you are not allowed to use elbows!

  Liu Qingshan broke out in a cold sweat, just at this moment, someone brought Lao Maoer a pair of boxing gloves and helped him put them on.

  咚咚, the old hat bumped his fists, shook his head and said: "Wear this thing to fight, it's soft, not manly at all!"

   After tossing for a while, the game finally started.

  Foreigners just know how to play. Just now, the big-bodied big horse held a piece of paper with the number "1" written on it, and walked around the field to signal the start of the first round.

   Accompanied by a gong beating on the drum kit, McCall signaled the official start of the game.

  Mike is tall and burly, of course, the old hat is not bad in appearance, the two sides are really a heavyweight.

  In order to show friendship, Mike stretched out his fists and wanted to collide with the old hat. This is also the habit and common sense of the game.

  How could the old hat understand this? Seeing the opponent's fist stretching out slowly, he was about to strike with a punch.

   "Uncle Shi, this is a courtesy, just bump your fist lightly with him."

   Liu Qingshan hurriedly yelled off the court, he is now equivalent to a coach.

   "Success, I understand!"

  Lao Maoer didn't punch the opponent, but clasped his hands together, and gave a traditional clasping ceremony, but he was wearing gloves, which seemed a bit nondescript.

   "Wow, Chinesegongfu!"

  The black girl just now shook her body vigorously, roaring like a lioness.

  Because of the spread of Bruce Lee, Chinese Kung Fu still has some influence in the United States.

  Seeing the audience shouting kung fu, Mike couldn't help but feel a little bit hungry, jumping like a kangaroo, jab with his front hand, followed by heavy punches with his back hand, and launched a combination punch attack.

The old hat also punched like lightning, and his fists went up. His body had been tempered for many years, and he had already formed a natural reaction. The pace can directly knock down the opponent.

   As a result, he stretched out his hand to grab it, only to find that he was wearing a fist and couldn't catch it at all. After a moment of daze, he was hit by Mike's fist like a poisonous snake.

   There were two muffled bangs, and the old hat was directly hit twice. He didn't know how to use his fists and arms to protect himself, so he was firmly hit.

  If he hadn't practiced martial arts since he was a child, he would have been knocked down immediately after receiving these two punches, especially the heavy punch at the back.

   After Mike succeeded, the subsequent combination punches hit like a storm.

  Lao Mao'er finally realized it, followed the pace of his feet, and swayed his upper body back and forth, left and right. Every time, Mike's fist brushed against his cheek.

   "My God, what a beautiful dodge, it makes people feel like seeing the butterfly dance of Muhammad Ali!"

  Among the audience, someone cheered loudly.

  Mike punched twenty or thirty punches in a row, but the punches failed, and his physical strength was also exhausted, so he had to give up his plan to knock down his opponent.

   "Boy, it was a great game, right? This time it's my turn!"

  The old hat is also active now, kicking out, kicking Mike on the stomach, directly kicking him into a squat, which caused a burst of exclamation from the audience.

   "No, this is a foul, you are not allowed to kick, points will be deducted!"

   McCall hurriedly stood between the two contestants, yelling loudly.

  Liu Qingshan also grinned: "Master, you can't use your feet, how did you tell you just now!"

  Old Mao'er tapped his head with his fist: "I'm used to it, I'm used to it, I really didn't mean it."

   Fortunately, Liu Qingshan didn't forget all the instructions just now, so he didn't exert much force with this kick. Mike stood up, grinning and rubbing his stomach, and it seemed that nothing happened.

   Liu Qingshan had to apologize to others, mainly because he was not familiar with the rules, and Mike also expressed his understanding.

  In fact, he was already a little scared. The combination punch just now, replaced by an ordinary person, would have been beaten to the ground by him. In the end, all of them were empty, which proved that the reaction speed of the opponent was far faster than him.

When the battle started again, Mike made another fierce attack with fierce punches, but the old hat was still so easy to do. Taking advantage of the opponent's unsteady footsteps, he bullied him and resisted sideways, directly resisting Mike in mid-air, and was about to go Fall on the ground.

  The surrounding audience exclaimed, they have never seen such a boxing match: you fight yours, I fight mine, you fight boxing, I use kung fu, how can this be played?

   "Foul, foul!"

   Before the referee could speak, Liu Qingshan roared.

   If he lost the game because of a foul, it would be too unfair. He only has the five hundred dollars left in his hand. After losing, he has no chance to even make money.

  Old Maoer heard his nephew yelling, so he could only put down the microphone that was raised in the air angrily, then bit the glove with his teeth, took it off and threw it on the ground:

   "No more fights, no more fights, this one is not allowed, and that one is not allowed to be used, the beating is too aggrieved and boring!"

  Everyone can also see that if there is a fight, Mike will probably lie down by now, and Chinese Kungfu really lives up to its reputation.

   However, within the rules of boxing, this person is obviously not suitable, so this is destined to be a fruitless match.

Although Lao Mao retired from the competition, he did not fail. Just now, the two girls went up to him enthusiastically, pestering him to learn "Chinese gongfu", but judging by the waves in their eyes, he may not know where to learn kung fu. Woolen cloth.

  The rest of the audience felt a little overwhelmed, their interest had just been aroused, and they held back before venting it out.

   "How about I continue to fight?"

  Liu Qingshan looked at the mountain of money on the table, and felt that he couldn't just give up.

  Although he has not undergone professional boxing training, he has watched many boxing matches after all, so he still knows the basic knowledge and rules.

  As soon as the audience heard it, they all got excited again and started cheering again, and Mike also agreed.

   "Then, does the bet just now count?"

   Liu Qingshan asked again.

   "Of course it works, and I want to add more bets!" McCaul was quite a thug, seeing that Liu Qingshan was young and his body was not that strong, he took out a few hundred yuan and threw it on the table.

  Others followed suit, and the bet quickly doubled, to four or five thousand yuan.

   On the other side, it was still Liu Qingshan's pitiful 500 yuan, and the bets were very unequal.

  Even if those people win, at most they will share the 500 yuan, but just play, just have fun, who cares about that.

  The competition restarted, and now there were no beauties raising signs, and the treatment dropped significantly.

  Liu Qingshan also raised his fists in a decent manner, one high and the other low, protecting the front of his head, his feet were beating lightly, which seemed to be the case.

  However, as soon as he punches, he reveals his secrets, and there is no way to do it. There are jabs, uppercuts and so on.

  Mike, on the other hand, kept a firm eye, and the more he fought, the more he became more comfortable. At the end of the first round, Liu Qingshan received at least a dozen punches in the face.

   Fortunately, he reacted relatively quickly, and was able to dodge the force in time after being punched, so his face was still clean, without even a little redness and swelling.

   It was just his fist, which didn't hit the opponent effectively, so the score was already far behind.

  No way, this is the restriction of the rules. If he is told to let go of his hands and feet and lean directly against the iron mountain, it will be no wonder that Mike doesn't vomit blood.

  The following rounds were basically the same. They agreed on a six-round match, and it was the last round in a blink of an eye.

  Mike's offensive also began to slow down, and his physical strength was also consumed a lot. He thought that as long as he finished dealing with this round, he would be able to pocket the victory, so his desire to attack was no longer so strong, and he switched to control.

  The opportunity is here!

  Liu Qingshan knew that his boxing skills were not good, so he was always on the defensive, consuming his opponent.

   Now seeing that the speed and strength of the opponent's punches have dropped, he immediately began to explode.

  Although the punches were still completely out of order, Mike couldn't hold back and was beaten back and forth. That is to say, there was no rope, otherwise he would have been beaten against the rope and unable to move.

  The scene was reversed in an instant, and the audience liked to watch this, and began to shout wildly, cheering for both sides.

   "What kind of punch is this?"

  The black girl hugged the old hat's arm, still asking questions.

   "Big punch!"

  Old Maoer also felt a little ashamed, it was just a slap in the face, isn't it just boxing.

No matter what kind of punch, the one that can knock down the opponent is a good punch. Liu Qingshan pounded his fists all over the place, and finally beat Mike so hard that Mike couldn't hold on. land.

  McCall raised Liu Qingshan's arm high, announcing victory, and cheers and whistles rang out all around.

   Liu Qingshan also raised his arms high, cheering for victory, then helped Mike up from the ground, and hugged each other in greeting.

   "Liu, I suggest you accept formal training, and you will definitely become a great boxer in the future, a great boxer like Ali!"

  Mike was also convinced by the beating, and said in admiration.

   It doesn’t take much, as long as the opponent receives two months of formal training, beating him is like playing.

  Looking at the pile of banknotes on the table, Liu Qingshan was also full of joy, but it seems that the foreign debt of 15,000 yuan is still far away?

  Liu Qingshan sat on the sofa, sorting out the banknotes one by one, in a neat stack, and then he counted them happily.

  He counts money and others lose money, of course he feels upset.

  But foreigners are good at this point, they are willing to bet and admit defeat. They won by their ability, and they didn't take it to heart except for a few curses.

  These people, in the present, are all high-income people, and they are all small money.

   Just looking at Liu Qingshan's sullen face, I'm really not happy.

  (end of this chapter)