when i have experience

Chapter 163 Countdown to the World
Whether it is the English commentary station or the domestic commentary station, the commentary has stopped at this time. At this time, the screen has already explained everything, and there is no need for any commentary.

All the audience can understand the two people's desire for victory, the two people's movements, steps, and expressions, and the sweat they shed is the language of the two of them.

At this time, it is no longer a competition of skills, but a competition of will.

Chen Xing swung another right hand swinging punch and hit Francis on the head. After this punch, Chen Xing hit another left uppercut, but found that he hit the air.

Francis in front of him disappeared.

Before he could react, he heard a roar that seemed to blow the roof off.

"Francis is down."

"Francis is down!"

From these voices, Chen Xing also heard the roars of Uncle Xing, Xiaofang and others.

He looked down with his heavy head and saw Francis lying on the ground, his eyes closed tightly, his face grim and painful, and he wanted to get up, but his hands and feet were not obedient.

Chen Xing knew this feeling.

"It's beautiful!!" Xiong Zixiang slammed his fist on the commentary table, making a loud bang, and he jumped up and shouted loudly.

"Coach Xiong, don't, let's bear with it, bear with it." This punch made Huang Kai despair.

What is this, a live broadcast accident?
Huang Kai held back his desire to cry and went to stop Xiong Zixiang, if he danced on the broadcast station, it would be a big deal.

"1!"

The referee squatted on the ground and began to count, and the electronic stopwatch beeped as he counted.

"2!"

Uncle Xing, Xiaofang, people from the club stood by the ring and screamed.

"3!"

The three beauties Ling Xin, Hua Yueting, and Yang Ling roared regardless of their appearance.

"4!"

The whole audience shouted together.

"5!"

In the early morning of Hong Kong City, there was a roar in the Fengwei Boxing Club.

"6!"

The father and daughter in front of the computer desk counted the cups in their hands, and the Coke in them had already been drunk without realizing it.

"7!"

Song Yu, who was huddled under the quilt, cried out in a low voice following the voice in the earphone, Chen Xing had a lot of blood on his face.

"8!"

Zhan Muyu had already moved the computer to her lap, the screen was in front of her eyes, and read softly.

"9!"

Sun Xin on the train opened his somewhat cracked lips and squeezed out the number that echoed in the quiet carriage.

"10!"

Audiences around the world whispered the number.

After referee 10's voice ended, the audience once again heard overwhelming shouts and applause, but this time they shouted.

They are all named Chen Xing.

Music also sounded at this moment, playing exciting music for the birth of the new boxing champion.

Uncle Xing jumped over the rope, his face was filled with excitement, besides him, people from other clubs rushed to the ring, as well as people from the government and the media.

Chen Xing was immediately surrounded by people.

Therefore,
Did I win?

Chen Xing looked at the nearly a hundred rays of light shining on him above his head, and listened to the voices in his ears. He didn't hear a single word clearly, but heard a lot of voices.

Coaching groups from both sides have entered the ring, as well as many media and official personnel.

Francis, who was lying on the ground, rejected the hand extended to him by others, and stood up on his own support, his figure staggered. At this moment, his getting up has not changed the result in the slightest.

He lost.

He never thought that he would lose, but he just lost to the boxer in front of him, this young man who was proficient in various boxing skills of the old boxing champions.

He is not even 20 years old, but Francis is in the golden age of boxing.

He once thought that he had already reached the boxing pyramid of this era, and as long as he pushed the last few famous boxing champions off the top, he could become a representative of an era, but now he lost to such a young man.

Francis listened to the people around him shouting Chen Xing's name, and looked at the club members surrounding Chen Xing with a sad expression on his face. He knew that this was no longer his era.

Not anymore.

He didn't look for any reason, he lost.

Uncle Xing and others helped Chen Xing take off the gloves, and then cut off the bandages with scissors. If these bandages were to be taken off again, it would be troublesome, so just cut them off.

Chen Xing's favorite boxing girls session also arrived, and two boxing girls stepped onto the ring.

"Put on the club clothes quickly." Uncle Xing smiled from ear to ear, and quickly brought a short sleeve for Chen Xing to put on.

Just kidding, live broadcast all over the world, this is not allowed to wear the club's clothes, so that people all over the world can get to know "Fengwei Boxing Club".

Uncle Xing brought a short sleeve, and Chen Xing put it on directly to cover his lean muscles. He didn't want to show his figure that much.

"Heh, why are there so many advertisements? Uncle Xing." Chen Xing looked at the advertisement logos all over his body in amazement.

"Where do you think the money you spent preparing for the war came from? It's all from the donors." Uncle Xing wasn't shy at all.

What's wrong with the advertisement? If you give money, you will advertise.

Chen Xing put on short sleeves full of advertisements, well, after taking the money, he has to make proper arrangements for the bosses.

The referee wearing a blue suit and shirt was already standing in the center of the ring, Chen Xing was standing on the left side of the referee, and Francis, who had stood up, was standing on the right side of the referee.

He could have moved away from the boxing ring lying down, but he didn't want to, so he had to stand up no matter what, even if the next moment was an extremely tormenting moment in his life.

This time, Chen Xing didn't dare to admire the boxer girl. His girlfriend was watching from below, and Chen Xing didn't look sideways.

Behind Chen Xing are Uncle Xing, Xiaofang and others, as well as a tall club man holding the national flag high.

Looking at Francis, besides him, several team members were afraid that Francis would suddenly fall down.

Behind the referee, an official in a suit held up the gold belt that belonged to Francis.

The gold belt of the wbo world super welterweight boxing champion, with a brown surface and a gold badge.

"Next, I will announce the results of the match. In this match, the red-horned boxer Chen Xing No. 11 won by KO at 2 minutes and 45 seconds!" The referee raised Chen Xing's hand.

The staff behind him also put on a golden brown belt with a gold emblem for Chen Xing. The camera shot in front of Chen Xing and took a close-up of Chen Xing. He was wearing white short sleeves with logo printed on it. Chen Xing, who was raised with his hands, did not cheer. , just bursting into a smile, just like he smiles when he sees everyone he likes.

The smile of a pure boy blooms in front of the whole world.

"The new world boxing champion was born today, let's applaud him!" The host's voice resounded throughout the venue.

The audience burst into applause. This was a beautiful enough game. Even Francis' fans were willing to applaud this miracle boy at this moment.

"Beautiful, beautiful!!" Xiong Zixiang was still repeating this sentence, but he had already been coaxed to sit down by Huang Kai. Huang Kai kept looking at Xiong Zixiang, for fear that Xiong Zixiang would jump up again at the last moment.

"Oh oh oh oh!" Fengwei Boxing Club in the early morning shouted like crazy.

"You are paralyzed, why are you crazy before dawn!" The aunt next door finally couldn't take it anymore, and opened the window and shouted.

Is it because the aunt can't hold the knife anymore, or these guys are drifting away.

"Wow, Ah Xing is great!" Mu Ruonan looked at the young man on the screen who was receiving applause from all over the world. This guy was her tablemate for three years two and a half years ago.

This kind of feeling made her feel a little unrealistic. The boy who went to class all day to peek at novels and chatted with her was now standing in front of the whole world and making history.

(End of this chapter)