C207 External Head 9

I knew I was going to lose, but I lost in the worst part.

The stage under the light was still dazzling, and the audience stands were noisy as usual. The opponent in front of him was tall and strong, and there was disdain and ridicule in his eyes as he looked at him. Yan Xuan was topless and had his hands tied up with bandages. The wound on his forehead and the corner of his mouth had not healed yet. The bruises on his body had not completely disappeared. It made his already fair skin even paler.

"Begin!"

With the referee's command, the two of them crashed into each other. It was a small arena. The cruel performance did not have any roundabout defense or probing observation. If the audience did not like it, they would not do it. Yan Xuan's punches were quick and powerful. His opponent only used his hands to protect his head and face. The rest of his body was handed over to his muscles. After training hard, his muscles had become an iron wall. Yan Xuan punched the wall with his fists. There was a dull thud, but it did not cause too much damage. This was a powerful opponent, and he was very famous in this circle. What was powerful was not only his muscles, but also his fists.

His fist was very big, and it was very hard. The place where he was hit was very painful.

Yan Xuan gasped for breath, and sweat dripped down his chin onto the arena. He tried his best to block, continuously punching, but his footsteps gradually staggered. His hair was hanging up and down, and his handsome face carried an indifferent expression. His thin body would bend and straighten, and every time he was close to danger, he would fall. However, he continued to fight. Such perseverance and tenacity gave his opponent a headache. Both sides were in a deadlock and were wounded, but it could be seen that Yan Xuan was slightly inferior. After all, his waist was not as thick as his opponent's thigh.

Although he had won many matches during this period of time, this match... No one thought that he would win because of the strength of his opponent. On the other hand, everyone knew that he did not go to the hospital to treat his injuries. Continuing high-intensity damage output and overload, no normal person's body could withstand it. He was no exception.

This time, his opponent was someone from Grandpa Chen's side. He was very powerful, so you have to be careful.

Grandpa Chen.

Master Chen was Master Jin's enemy, and it wasn't the first time they were fighting for territory and business.

Grandpa Chen was a loyal subject of the Pan Family, and was someone he hated and hated.

He couldn't get any evidence, nor could he find out the truth. The Sun Group had power, money, and power, but what did he have? Now, it seemed that he only had one breath left and a pair of fists left.

Bang! Bang!

Yan Xuan was unusually active in this match, and he had changed from the usual oppressive and oppressive feeling. He waved his fists vigorously, and his fighting style was radical. His eyes were always fixed on his opponent. He was like a ferocious beast staring at its prey, and his eyes were filled with a bloodthirsty light. The surging hatred made people go crazy. Their rationality was gone. The word "Master Chen" kept stimulating him. He could lose any match. But it was definitely not this one.

His short fists were getting fiercer and fiercer with each punch. They hit the opponent's liver again and again, staring at an area. At first, the back of his hand hurt from the flesh on his abdomen hitting him, but later on... No matter how hard his muscles were, they could not withstand it. They turned from red to soft. In the end, he hit them into his internal organs, hit them until they vomited. The whole process... Facing all the counterattacks, he was like a monster who didn't know pain... He didn't even take a step back.

The match went on for twenty minutes in the blink of an eye. Almost everyone present was Yan Xuan taking the initiative to attack. Almost everyone in the audience stood up and waved their fists and shouted. The noise mixed together and created a huge commotion. The two people on the stage could not hear what the audience was shouting. They shook left and right in a sorry state. Seeing that they were about to collapse in the next second, they gritted their teeth and held on. They refused to admit defeat.

If you win this match, you will be able to see Master Jin.

Master Liu told him to win.

He wanted to win, he couldn't lose, he couldn't lose to Master Chen's people!

"Hey kid, you fought well... I've looked into you, ha, you've been asking around, I'll tell you the answer, okay?" At a close distance, he deliberately suppressed the sound that only the two of them could hear. When his opponent suddenly spoke, Yan Xuan was slightly stunned.

He had been asking questions everywhere...

The answer.

"That's right, that's right. Ali is going to take the blame. Haha, he's going to take the blame for... me! What do you think? What can you do to me? " A malicious pause, a malicious drawn-out tone, a malicious provocation, all the malicious intentions were so obvious, but Yan Xuan was powerless to resist them. He could only fall into the enemy's trap. Even if he knew it was a trap.

"It's you? " At this moment, the illusion of the truth had become meaningless. The most painful part of his heart had been touched. It was not the death of warmth, but his helplessness.

Yan Xuan's eyes turned red. With his heart full of grief and indignation, his order was instantly thrown into chaos. He violently threw a punch, but he recklessly sent himself into the range of the opponent's attack that was ready to be launched!

"I heard that your stomach is not good, right?" With a scornful sneer, Yan Xuan's fist brushed past the opponent's cheek and hit empty air. His opponent rushed in front of him and then counterattacked. A hook punch accurately punched into his stomach!

With a dull bang, time seemed to stop in an instant. Yan Xuan raised his neck in pain, his pupils rapidly contracting. His body leaned forward uncontrollably, and his stomach felt as if it had been smashed into pieces. However, it was not over. The other arm seized the opportunity when he bent down to grab his shoulder. Stabilizing his body, at the speed of lightning, the huge fist hit the same place twice or thrice!

"Puff!" A mouthful of blood was spat out from his mouth. The color that symbolized life was meaningless as it fell on the ground of the ring. The sharp pain separated the air around him. Yan Xuan was in so much pain that he could not breathe. In front of his eyes, it was pitch black. The bone chilling cold drowned him. It made him tremble uncontrollably.

He had no idea when his opponent had let go of his grip. It was when Yan Xuan's body came into contact with the hard ground. He regained some consciousness. He heard a very noisy sound. In his blurry vision, almost everyone in the audience was screaming in alarm. Someone was calling out to him. Someone was calling him to die. The effects of the stimulant worked, and the pain quickly became numb. His gaze gradually focused on Master Liu, who was standing at the edge of the arena, looking at the shape of his mouth. It was telling him not to give up.

The opponent slowly walked over like a proud peacock. He kicked him with the tip of his foot and asked if he was okay. Should he fight? He did not say anything. He took a deep breath and pursed his blood-stained lips. He clenched his teeth, turned over his body, and used his arms to support himself on the ground. He wanted to stand up. However, just as his body left the ground, the opponent standing at the side kicked him. The huge force sent him flying. Who would have thought that this seemingly casual kick would... It actually broke his ribs!

"Cough, cough..." Once again landing on the ground, blood spewed out from his mouth again. This time, it seemed like he was powerless to reverse the situation. However, he only stopped for half a second before struggling to stand up again, unwilling to lie down obediently.

Failure is always embarrassing, no matter who you are. The opponent has no mercy, the underground black fist never needs mercy. After that, the situation was horrible to look at. Yan Xuan struggled to stand up again and again. Again and again, he was beaten down by his opponent, causing him to cough out more and more blood. His consciousness became more and more fuzzy...

His ears buzzed. Slowly, gradually, it actually turned into a song. The woman's voice was quiet in the music. It was gentle and elegant, carrying a gentle warmth. It curled up and lingered in the air, not dissipating.

The time of a song was not very gorgeous. It was simple. Did you think of me?

The road was not very open. We walked hand in hand from beginning to end.

Only when you lose will you understand, the worst part is silence, who can face the consequences of getting lost alone.

Can you listen to another song and listen to every rise and fall of the song?

Can you listen to another song? I can't bear to admit you...

Does it sound good? It's a song your father wrote. The name of the song is' Time of One Song '.

So the next song is the same song your mother sang. Don't you want to hear it?

"That's enough. Let's end it." Master Liu sighed. When Yan Xuan was knocked down for the fourth time, he could not watch it anymore. He walked to the judge and admitted defeat.

The opponent won. He lay on the cold ground and slowly closed his eyes. The last ray of light disappeared and fell into the darkness. It was as if his world was left with only the dark eternal night, even if he was still alive. He would be nothing more than a walking corpse.

He had lost. He knew that he would lose sooner or later, but he had lost in the place that he should not have lost.

Haha, you're taking the blame for me ~ How about it? What can you do to me?

It turned out that he was useless.

The clock on the wall pointed to 10: 30. A woman in cotton clothing quietly pushed the door open. She stepped on the soft light green coral carpet and walked into the dimly lit room. The sun was already high outside, even though the double curtains in the room were not pulled open. There was also a faint hint of light. The woman followed the light. She gently walked to the side of the luxurious double bed and carried a small basin in her hand. The basin was filled with cold water and a small towel.

There was a person lying on the bed. Light and shadow intertwined and her appearance could not be seen clearly. The woman placed the small basin on the bedside table, took out a small towel from the water, twisted it, and carefully placed it on the person's hot forehead.

"En..." Perhaps it was about time to wake up, or perhaps the sudden chill woke up the sleepiness. The person on the bed lightly snorted and slowly opened his eyes.

"Are you awake? Are you still feeling unwell? Do you want to drink some water?" The woman immediately went over and asked with great concern. She was lying by the bed like a cute cat.

"I... have a fever again?" The hoarse male voice had a deep magnetism. The man raised his hand to touch the cold towel on his forehead and sighed helplessly.

"This matter has to be blamed on me. Last night I had to pull you to say so much..." The woman pressed on the man and did not let him get up. She turned around to turn on the table lamp at the bedside and turned it on halfway. She did not want him to feel that it was piercing.

"How can it be blamed on you ~" The orange light shone on the man's face and gave off a faint warmth. His facial features were handsome, and his face was slightly pale. At this moment, he gently smiled. His facial features became more and more beautiful. "Who has a fever after talking at night? Sorry, you definitely didn't sleep well last night, right? "

"Idiot, what's there to be sorry about?" The woman could not bear to see his paleness. She moved closer and pecked his dry lips. "Drink some water first, then some porridge, and then take your medicine."

"I want to take a shower first." The man sweated a lot and frowned in discomfort. He half-sat up and raised his hand to pull the woman who wanted to get up and pour water. He pulled her into his arms and said, "Also, all the arrangements today are the same."

"But, you have a fever." The woman shook her head in the man's arms, expressing her opposition. " It's just a small birthday. Your body is more important. I'll go buy a cake. Just celebrate at home. I didn't ask a few people before to call them and tell them to cancel the event. They'll understand."

"It's not easy for them to squeeze out some time. It's been a long time since we last saw each other. You miss them too, right? " The man gently touched her head and promised with a smile, "I'll be better after taking the medicine. I won't force myself. It's fine. "

"But..." The woman still wanted to struggle, but the man had already lifted her up and sealed her with a kiss. He used this move every time. It was really cliché.

"Actually, I miss my mother." After the man finished kissing, he pursed his lips as if he was still unsatisfied. "Although it's okay to go another day, since it's decided today, don't let them down."

"Alright, alright, I surrender ~" The woman pouted and wanted him to lie down again. The man who usually let her go actually didn't change his stubborn personality at all. "Lie down for a while longer. I'll get you a cup of hot milk. Drink the milk and take a rest before taking a shower. Otherwise, you will feel dizzy."

"Okay, okay." The man obediently laid down and smiled as he watched the woman leave.

Walking out of the room and closing the door, the woman once again sighed deeply. Last night, she must have had a stroke in her brain before she saw the boxing match when she switched channels. When she asked about the men who had black boxing back then, she clearly knew how dark and painful those years were for men. Yet...

"Lyi Yan, you are a pig!" As she went down the stairs, she muttered and scolded herself. Grandma happened to pass by the stairs. Seeing her vexed look, she just stood there and waited for her.