Chapter 655 Ms. Li, Let Me Go

Chapter 655 Ms. Li, let me go

At this moment, Aaron looked at Li Qiao, raised his eyebrows, and made an inviting gesture to the instrument, "Miss Li, it's your turn."

The hall master's wife dared to say that the members of the three halls are not as good as a female boxer, so let her see the real strength of the dark hall today.

Li Qiao nodded to Aaron, walked to the instrument and took a look. His fist strength was 897.

The speed and power of ordinary people's punches will not exceed 800 at most, and the strength of people like Antang should not be underestimated.

She pinched the sleeve at her wrist and slowly pushed it above her forearm. Before she could move on to the next step, members of Santang were already whispering among the crowd.

"I bet Aaron wins."

If there is one, there are two, and the crowd raised their hands one after another, "Aaron, add one."

"Add two."

"Add three."

"I bet Miss Li wins."

"Aaron, add four."

"Add five."

"Miss Li, add one more." Zuo Tang said, like a spring breeze, scattered everywhere in the training hall.

The members of the third hall who were whispering to each other fell silent instantly, "Third hall master, how can you make others want to destroy your own prestige?"

Zuo Tang stood near the tester, pouted, "Look, if you don't believe me."

Li Qiao stretched her joints, smiled at Zuo Tang, and punched directly in the next second.

The speed of her punching was also very fast, and the numbers on the screen flickered and jumped rapidly.

The audience waited with bated breath, and in the blink of an eye, the numbers stopped, and the surroundings were completely silent.

For a long time, someone murmured: "It's lucky, I have one number more than Aaron."

Li Qiao's first punch, 898.

Aaron took a step back in silence, bowed to Li Qiao, "Miss Li, let me go."

Everyone: "??"

Just shut up if you are fucking uneducated.

Is that what a promise is for?

Li Qiao glanced at him indifferently, and the word Cheng Rang was on her lips, she said no, and she didn't say no.

Zuo Tang smiled lightly and called the second boxer to come on stage.

The opponent was about the same height as Aaron, with a muscular figure, the training clothes were tightly attached to the body, and the outline of the biceps was very clear.

With a punch, the value shows: 976.

Without further ado, Li Qiao also punched, with a power value of 977.

At this time, Zuo Xuan, who was behind Shang Yu, squinted his eyes, and his gaze fell on Li Qiao's hands with a hint of scrutiny, "Master, what is Miss Li's real fist strength?"

Once was a coincidence, but after two punches, the clues were revealed.

Miss Li is deliberately controlling her power.

Shang Yu was sitting leisurely leaning on the lazy chair, with his slender legs stretched out and crossed in front of him, his eyes fixed on Li Qiao for a moment, and a smile appeared in his eyes, "Which of those people is the highest record?"

Zuo Xuan looked down at the man, nodded, and whispered, "It's the last one, Ah Yan, just broke 1500 last month."

"Well, it should be taller than him." Shang Yu looked at the direction of the tester without squinting, and Zuo Xuan could hear a kind of calm showing off in his light tone.

Let's go, let's go and see.

On the other side, the second member saw Li Qiao's value, and also bowed to her naively, "Miss Li, accept."

Zuo Tang lowered his head and pinched the center of his eyebrows. Regardless of today's result, this group of idiots has completely exposed their cultural shortcomings.

Simple minded, well-developed limbs, that's what they are talking about.

Soon, the third member punched, value: 999.

Li Qiao followed closely behind, value: 1000.

At this time, everyone saw some eyebrows.

They looked at each other and whispered, "Miss Li, is she getting more courageous as she gets frustrated, or is she getting stronger when she gets stronger?"

"The more you get frustrated, the more courageous you become? Take a closer look, is she frustrated?"

"That is, when you meet the strong, you are strong."

"If you say that, then I will call Brother Chen over to compete with Ms. Li. If she can hit 1891, I will kneel down and call Dad."

For the next three minutes, five more members played.

Maybe because they didn't believe in evil, everyone smashed the instrument with all their might.

The highest score has exceeded 1100, and Li Qiao's calm expression has gradually become a lot more serious.

The fist value of the eighth member: 1128.

When it was Li Qiao's turn, she stood in front of the instrument and paused for a moment, as if thinking about something.

The main reason is that the higher and higher the punch value, the less easy it is to control the speed and strength.

After Li Qiao hesitated, she punched violently. As the value jumped, the hearts of the others were lifted.

Estimated... 1129?

As soon as the idea came into being, the number on the screen settled, 1184.

Li Qiao looked up at the ceiling of the training hall, and it was really difficult to control.

Then, she heard an eighth voice: "Miss Li, Cheng Ren."

Zuo Xuan couldn't help sighing with his hands on his forehead, they were all good fighters, but their cultural level was really worrying.

The one-on-twenty match ended after half an hour.

Li Qiao passed the level with 12 wins and 8 losses.

As if it was intentional, after she reached a 60% winning rate, she seemed to lose interest.

Each punch has a strength value between 800 and 900.

The following few concessions were expressive.

...

After the competition was over, Li Qiao walked to Shang Yu's side unhurriedly, sat down on the lazy chair next to her with her toes hooked, and breathed a sigh of relief.

A cup of warm water was handed over from the side, and the man wiped the thin sweat on her forehead with his fingertips, his eyes were gentle and doting, "Tired?"

"Somewhat."

It's not punching that's tiring, it's controlling power and speed.

If she smashed the tester with full strength from the beginning, I believe she would lose her strength no more than ten times.

The boxing strength test seems to be very simple, but it also has hidden secrets.

The winning rate is set at 60%, which must be the conclusion drawn after countless actual combat tests.

The mentality of ordinary people participating in the assessment is that most of them are eager to win.

There is no reservation in punching, so there is no doubt that you will lose.

Later, she didn't build up her strength to punch anymore, not because she looked down on the desire to win, but because she was really tired.

Li Qiao held the cup in both hands and sipped. The slightly messy hair around her cheeks was brushed behind her ears by Shang Yu. When her eyes dimmed, she saw him leaning closer and asked in a low voice: "Have you ever done boxing before?" force test?"

"Yes." Li Qiao recalled the tester in the poor kiln, her eyes flickered, "I played at the border a few years ago."

The man raised his thin lips lightly, "How much is the highest?"

Li Qiao thought about it seriously, and the picture in her memory was already very blurred, and she could only remember the rough outline, "It seems to be less than 1500, but that was a few years ago, and the tester at the border is not as accurate."

Li Qiao didn't think she was strong, she just took the first chance.

In those years at the frontier, the tempering she has experienced has almost included all the assessments in the three classes, which can be called hell mode.

Zuo Xuan who heard this sentence: "..." It turns out that the hall master is not bragging.

Li Qiao was drinking tea, while Shang Yu held her hand and gently kneaded it, and said in a deep voice, "Don't rush into the second hand-to-hand combat, just do your best."

"How much is a pair?" The first item is a pair of twenty, and Li Qiao would not be surprised if it was a pair of forty in unarmed combat.

In an instant, Zuo Xuan whispered behind her: "Miss Li, it's one-on-one, you and Zuo Tang."

6000,

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