MTL - What is It Like To Be Summoned As a Giant?-v2 Chapter 378 Shouldn't it be a fake punch?

  Chapter 378 Isn't it a fake punch?

  Tang Lin really guessed right, Ren Shan wanted to perform on stage himself.

  Actually, this is not the first time Ren Shan has participated in this kind of boxing match. When Ren Shan changed his clothes and came out, Tang Lin even heard the audience cheer his name, but he did not call Ren Shan "Dun Shan".

   This is so confused that it has a nickname, Tang Lin was dumbfounded when he saw it.

Inside the iron cage, Ren Shan only wears a pair of shorts, his upper body looks quite fat, his stomach looks like he is seven or eight months pregnant, but he is obviously such a fat boy, but it makes the audience look like an otaku seeing a seiyuu idol , screaming frantically.

  After a burst of deafening electronic music, the on-site DJ served as a part-time host and started the player introduction.

"Everyone, it's time for the cage fight again tonight. Please choose the player you support. The blue area supports our today's ring leader, Dunshan. He has won seven games in a row. I believe everyone knows his strength." situation, so I won’t introduce more.

   "Next, is today's challenger, the national boxing champion Chen Hetai from the Wushu Association."

  Tang Lin looked to the other side, and a brawny man wearing red sports shorts and also bare-chested walked into the cage. Although the weight is not small, it can be regarded as a real fighting body, not like Ren Shan with an eight-month-old belly.

   And Tang Lin looked at his footwork and arm swing, and felt that this person was really capable. I took out my phone and searched, and it was really not bragging, it was really the boxing champion of the national competition, the kind of competition with gold content.

   It's just... a national champion seven years ago.

   From the appearance, this Chen Hetai is already in his thirties, and people who exercise and keep fit are generally well maintained, so his actual age may already be forty.

"The competition is about to start. Please remember that our cage fight is a completely legal fighting performance, and we will never engage in any gambling. Please don't believe in any private gambling. Of course, if you support If your opponent wins, you can get a 10% discount on consumption at Fights Break the Sky tonight."

  Ren Shan, an eighteen-year-old amateur, was fighting a forty-year-old professional boxer. Tang Lin didn't think much of Ren Shan. His previous seven-game winning streak probably wasn't the result of a black-box operation. After all, he was the boss, and it seemed normal to give money for fake punches.

  When the lights came on, the iron cage was fully illuminated, and the ground of the dance floor was also lit up with red and blue lights, and then the guests were naturally divided into two groups. Obviously, this color is the same as the trousers worn by the two of them, and the customer's split is equivalent to choosing the opponent they support.

  Unexpectedly by Tang Lin, the boss of this "fake boxing" was quite popular, more than two-thirds of the candidates chose to support Ren Shan, but the support rate of the boxing champion was a bit low.

  The crisp bell rang, and the cage fight began.

   It seems that because it is not too formal a match, it is obviously an MMA cage fight. In the end, the two wore thick boxing gloves.

  Tang Lin thought it was a bit nondescript, but the audience around him were very excited, and they kept calling Ren Shan's nickname. It didn't look like he bought fake fans.

  With curiosity, Tang Lin watched the game very seriously. The position of this box is high, so you can look down and see everything inside the cage.

  Tang Lin didn't see clearly when he was wearing clothes before, but now he realized that his muscles were full of explosive power, and he didn't have the slightest timidity in facing the national champion. He took the initiative to approach Chen Hetai in small steps.

   After running, he didn't look like a fat man weighing 300 catties at all, but turned into an unusually flexible fat man. He punched Chen Hetai so fast that Tang Lin thought he saw an afterimage.

  If it wasn't for Tang Lin's greatly increased dynamic vision in the world of the **** of death, it would be difficult to see his fist clearly.

  Chen Hetai also seemed to be a little surprised. He was stunned by Ren Shan's extremely fast punch, and received a jab from the front.

   But Chen Hetai is a professional after all, even if he was hit first, he quickly raised his hands to defend. Ren Shan's next fists all landed on his arms, giving Chen Hetai a chance to breathe.

This continuous fast punch made Chen Hetai helpless to fight back. In his professional career, he has encountered fast punches, but this kind of punch has little power and consumes a lot of energy. Generally speaking, this kind of attack is impossible. Go on for too long and it will start to slow down.

   What's more, the opponent is still a big fat man. With the opponent's size, he should be panting after two steps. Chen Hetai confiscated money for fake punches. The appearance fee alone was over ten thousand, and if he won, it would be thirty thousand.

  So regardless of whether the boy in front of him is the bar owner or not, Chen Hetai will not hold back. Just wait for a gap, a gap where the opponent is exhausted, and such an amateur player can be KO'd with one punch.

  However, Ren Shan did not exhaust himself, but became more and more courageous as he fought. The continuous fast punches not only did not stop, but became faster and faster, like a windmill, without even a gap.

  Both Chen and Tai were shocked. Why is this fat man not tired at all? Is he still human? Chen Hetai had no choice but to move his feet, trying to take the initiative to create a distance to avoid the opponent's attack.

   But Ren Shan's footwork seemed to be more proficient than him, and he followed step by step, **** for a moment. Although each punch was not too powerful, the scene seemed to be completely one-sided.

   "How can you be so exaggerated, this is almost reaching the limit of human beings?" Tang Lin was full of surprise.

  Although I have been traveling across the world for many years, for Ren Shan, this is just one or two times. How did you train to this level of world champion?

He casually fumbled in his pocket, and Tang Lin took out a pair of black-rimmed glasses and put them on. His pupils immediately turned into the shape of a kaleidoscopic Sharingan. Fortunately, this was Ren Shan's private box, and Tang Lin was not alone in it. people pay attention.

  In the state of Sharingan, Tang Lin saw meridians appearing in Ren Shan's body, and a subtle energy was constantly circulating in his body.

   "Is this...zhenqi or chakra?" Tang Lin didn't have much experience and couldn't tell, but it definitely wasn't muscle strength.

   Then, Tang Lin suddenly remembered that when he performed brain surgery on Ren Shan, he was thrown to the side of Tianlong Babu, and later he was exchanged for Lingbo Weibu and Beiming Shengong.

  Could it be that Ren Shan has really developed some skills?

  Dang, a bell rings, two minutes are up, and the first round is over. There is no particularity in amateur competitions. There are no professional referees, and no one counts points. In the end, the players have to consciously separate.

  Although Ren Shan had the upper hand, he stopped his hands when the bell rang, and distanced himself far away.

Chen Hetai also stood up straight staggeringly. The quick punch just now almost knocked him out, but he also confirmed that Ren Shan was indeed a rookie with no experience. Punch speed to suppress yourself.

  As long as you are careful, you can beat this rookie without any problem. However, this hand really hurts. This fat man's fist is not only fast, but also powerful. Hitting with such a thick glove almost swells his hand.

   In the second round, he can't be given another chance, he must rush to attack.

  (end of this chapter)