Chapter 1299 Counting Fingers...

Slow?

Sorry, people rely on brute force, not speed.

Brief head blank, loss of ability to think?

Hehe, it seems that Daru could think before.

Xia Weibao didn't know what to say. It didn't open up IQ, but it wasn't all bad...

boom!

Disciple Basong punched him, and Dalu stretched out his hand to catch the punch abruptly.

We don't have any skills, but we are strong enough!

Connected several punches, nothing happened.

Disciple Basong was startled, how could it be possible!

There was obviously medicine in his glove, how could this wooden man be fine!

Disciple Basong didn't believe in evil, so he punched him several times, but all of them were caught.

Basong leaned forward, his eyes filled with disbelief.

What's the matter, the gloves are not drugged?

"Why are you alright!" Disciple Basong was astonished.

Daru grinned, "Do I need something?"

"How many punches have you received from me, how can you be fine!" disciple Basong's eyes turned hard.

Dalu was startled, "How many punches? I don't know."

Then retract your hand and start counting your fingers.

"One, two, three, four, five..."

Everyone, "..."

Seeing that Dalu was so fierce and able to receive more than a dozen punches with his bare hands, they all raised their hopes.

But I didn't want to, this guy suddenly counted his fingers!

Nima is sick! For the competition, count your sister's fingers!

Xia Weibao covered his face.

Ouyang looked away.

Did not see.

The disciples of Basong were all confused. Is this person out of his mind?

Seeing that Dalu was fascinated by counting his fingers, he took the opportunity to sneak attack and knocked him off the ring with several punches, winning!

Everyone, "..."

Nima, this is the most inexplicable loss!

How many hairy fingers!

The most irritating thing is that after the guy was pushed off the ring, he was still counting, still counting...

Ten fingers are not enough, and I borrowed fingers from the person next to me...

Bassong looked at the time, it had already lasted four hours, almost.

So he put on his gloves and went on stage in person.

Condescending, "Continuing the fight like this is not an option, how much do you want, let's go together."

The arrogant tone angered everyone, cursing.

However, no one went up.

After losing one after another, they have lost all confidence.

In such frustration, Ouyang stepped up.

Many of the people present knew Ouyang well.

The military division of the colonial army has first-class command ability and accurate marksmanship, but the level of fighting is not the best.

The result of his going up...

Everyone is worried about him.

Xia Weibao's face became more and more serious. Ouyang's boxing skills were not strong, and his speed was the best.

However, those medicines of Bassoon are most targeted at speed...

Sure enough, at the beginning, Ouyang was able to dodge quickly.

But after a few tricks, it was a little powerless.

In the eyes of outsiders, Basong was too fierce, he couldn't stand it, retreated steadily, and was overwhelmed.

But Xia Weibao knew that he was drugged and there was no way he could escape!

What she couldn't understand the most was that Ouyang was punched several times, but he still stood firm and did not fall down.

Nor admit defeat.

boom--

Basong punched Ouyang in the face, knocking out one of his teeth, and his chin was stained red with blood.

boom--

Another punch hit the chest, and Ouyang spat out a mouthful of blood.

Xia Weibao almost couldn't help rushing up!

However, this is a competition, and outsiders are not allowed to intervene.

"Ouyang, admit defeat!" Xiong Gang shouted.

Bloodshot eyes full of resentment.

It's a pity that he has fallen into Basong's way, and he can't play now, otherwise he will definitely beat these bastards to death!