C908 Poor Little Thoughts
C908 Poor Little Thoughts
However, the most obvious thing was the identity imprint on his forehead. Two black horizontal bars, lower citizens.
His name was Bai Lin. He could be considered a good boxer in the arena. He had followed Ma Kun for less than half a year, and he had already earned the Dishu Stone from boxing by himself. He was now a commoner.
However, unlike most people, he did not choose to withdraw after his identity was upgraded. Instead, he stayed behind to practice his boxing. It was likely that he was plotting against Upper Class's identity.
Seeing Bai Lin's identity as a commoner, Zhao Quan could roughly guess the contents of his job as a sparring partner.
Since he could not offend his superiors, he naturally could not fight back.
To put it nicely, it was to be a sparring partner. To put it bluntly, it was to be a human sandbag.
"Hurry up, dawdle!"
"Remember in the future, you are my exclusive sandbag. Go to the boxing ring at three o'clock in the afternoon and wait for me. If you perform well, I will reward you with Dishu Stones. s. Hehe, wait for me to reward you!"
Bai Lin said a lot on the way to the boxing ring. His tone was filled with pride and arrogance.
It was obvious that in front of Zhao Quan, this lowly commoner, his status as a citizen gave him a good sense of privilege.
In the corner of the boxing ring, there were leg guards and other objects. Zhao Quan went up the stage and wanted to put them on, but Bai Lin stopped him.
"You don't need to wear protective gear. What kind of protective gear are you wearing? You just need to dodge my attack. You don't need protective gear at all."
What if you can't dodge it? According to Zhao Quan's understanding, he deserved to be beaten up.
However, he did put down his protective gear and walked to the opposite side of Bai Lin, who was warming up on the stage.
"Are you ready?"
Bai Lin asked with a smile. Zhao Quan was about to answer when he saw a fist rushing towards him without any warning!
He didn't even move his feet. He just slightly tilted his head, and that lightning-fast fist brushed past him.
At the same time, he didn't delay his reply to Bai Lin. "Ready."
When his punch missed, Bai Lin, who originally had a sinister smile on his face, was immediately stunned.
It was obvious that he did not expect that his heavy punch, which he had schemed to put on a show of strength for the new sandbag, would actually fail.
In fact, he had even thought about it before he threw the punch. After throwing the sandbag in front of him with a punch, he would say something from a higher position: "As a boxer, don't let down your guard against your opponent at any time!"
This was the first time he had suffered a loss as a sparring partner. He had originally wanted to pass on the sandbag to his subordinates.
Unfortunately, not only did he not give away this loss, but he also staggered half a step forward because of the old usage of his fist force. It looked as if he had tripped, and it was very embarrassing.
"Damn it!"
Bai Lin stood still, and his two fists collided in front of him. A furious expression appeared on his face.
This sandbag made him lose face, so he would teach that sandbag a good lesson. If he couldn't make it bleed, then he wouldn't be finished today!
In the next moment, Bai Lin would occasionally punch out like a tiger in the forest, sometimes kick out like a flood dragon going out to sea, and from time to time, he would leap up like an eagle soaring into the sky. Not only was his posture gorgeous, but his power was also extraordinary.
To be able to fight from a lowly commoner to a lowly citizen in the underground boxing ring... Naturally, it was not something that the gangsters who found bricks in the street fights could compare with.
But the problem was that no matter how awe-inspiring he was, he just couldn't hit the moving sandbag in front of him.
The more he couldn't reach it, the angrier he got. The angrier he got, the more he wanted to hit someone. He couldn't hit anyone, and his anger accumulated until he felt like he was going to explode.
Unfortunately, whether he was angry or not obviously had nothing to do with whether he could fight or not.
So he was tired on the boxing stage like a mad dog who had been slipped away, while the moving sandbag was leisurely strolling. It was very easy, just short of a song, "I'm watching the mountain scenery on the city wall, and my ears are in chaos. The flags were fluttering in the air, but it turned out to be the soldiers sent by Sima...
In a corner far away from the boxing stage, Gan Ju was paying attention to the sparring partner on the stage.
She was not so bored that she would pay attention to the process of a pitiful coward sparring partner. It was nothing more than being beaten until he vomited blood. This was a very normal thing for a sparring partner who did not have the ability.
She originally wanted to go out on the way, but she did not expect to see Zhao Quan walk his dog.
This made her feel very surprised, subverting the established impression of a coward in her mind.
To be able to turn a boxer from a cheap place into a dog, how could he be a coward?
"How is it?"
Just as Gan Ju was paying attention to Zhao Quan's light steps, a hoarse voice suddenly sounded behind her.
This hoarse voice was like the fragrance of the orange on her body. It was a mark, so she did not need to look back to know that the person who came was the boss of the underground boxing ring, Ma Kun. Sure enough, when she turned her head, Ma Kun limped forward and smiled as he raised his head to point at the stage.
Gan Ju understood that he was asking Zhao Quan, so she replied, "Although I can also easily dodge all of Bai Lin's attacks, I will definitely not be as comfortable as him."
"He gave me the feeling that he was taking a walk. He clearly tilted his head to avoid Bai Lin's fists, but it looked like he deliberately moved his neck when he felt uncomfortable. Avoiding the attack was just an unintentional gain."
"Moreover, I noticed his footsteps. They were very graceful. His feet clearly landed firmly on the ground, but his entire person looked as light as a feather. " It was as if he only had the weight of a piece of paper. When his fists hit him, he would float away. It was a very strange footstep. "
"At least I've never seen such a method in our boxing arena."
Ma Kun lightly patted Gan Ju's shoulders and did not say anything. He only stared at Zhao Quan and Bai Lin on the arena.
At this time, Bai Lin, who was covered in sweat, was completely annoyed. He stopped chasing after Zhao Quan and shouted angrily.
"Don't you dare move! Stabilize me like a wooden stake!"
This was a shameless act. If he couldn't hit Zhao Quan, he would just stand there and let Zhao Quan hit him! A wooden dummy?
Although sparring partners were essentially human sandbags, and although human sandbags were essentially punching bags, there was no rule in the boxing arena that a sparring partner had to stand there and take a beating.
When Zhao Quan raised this point, Bai Lin roared, "Are you a stupid pig? Take a leg target!"
The leg target was a piece of leather that protected the front arm and the palm. It was mostly used in martial arts clubs and taekwondo clubs.
Zhao Quan didn't say anything. He turned around and picked up the leg target. He then stood up with his two front arms and stood still.
"Are you left-handed?"
Zhao Quan was ready to be hit, but he did not expect Bai Lin to suddenly say such a thing.
He shook his head to indicate that he was not. In the next moment, Bai Lin's heavy leg suddenly arrived and hit the target on his left leg with a bang.
The force was indeed not small. It was not possible for an ordinary person to be sent flying by the kick, but it was absolutely unavoidable for them to stagger and retreat.
However, Zhao Quan really stood there like a block of wood. His feet seemed to have taken root, and he did not move at all.
Bai Lin was quite annoyed. Immediately, his heavy punches and kicks fell like rain, landing on the target of his legs.
Zhao Quan now understood Bai Lin's little scheme. As long as he wasn't left-handed, his right arm would definitely be more powerful than his left arm.
Bai Lin's continuous heavy blows had hit the target on his left arm and leg. It was clear that he wanted to defeat him through weakness.
"What a pitiful person you are!"