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Chapter 2: Higher Fist

"Why do my legs turn like this!"

"Why do your parents die on the battlefield eight years ago!"

"Just because your father is the waste boxer!"

"If he is a gun repair, sword repair!"

"With his talent, it is impossible to lose that day!"

"I don't have to go to save them, it will become the current ghost!"

"And even if I paid such a big price, I couldn't save your parents!"

"The reason for everything is because your father is boxing!"

Hearing this.

Ye An's fist fist fiercely, his breathing became rapid, and his cheeks turned red.

Li Tang didn't care at all. He stared at Ye An and said, "Yes!"

"You are not my son."

"If you want to choose any occupation, choose what kind of career!"

"But I tell you, don't wait until your beloved person died because of your incompetence, you came in front of me crying, saying you regret it!"

After speaking, Li Tangmeng turned around, grabbed the projector in front of him, and limped to the door.

Then, he fell out of the door, went to the parking lot to drive, ready to go home.

But when he was sitting in the car and holding the steering wheel, his body suddenly softened.

Li Tang seemed to think of something and opened the cabinet of the co -pilot.

Roll out the thick dust.

A rusty arm armor lying quietly in it.

"Lao Li, do you know? I think boxing is the greatest romance of a man!"

Ye Yan's laughter sounded in the ears of Li Tang.

He is almost exactly the same as Ye Anchang, and he is very similar to his character.

The same confidence.

The same pride.

Sometimes Li Tang really feels sad and ridiculous.

Ye Yan chose to fist because he felt that it was romantic.

He knew that boxing was more weak than other transfer.

It's handsome!

Qiang is a moment, and handsome is a lifetime.

alright.

Now you are handsome!

You are satisfied!

Li Tang's fiercely shot, fastened the cabinet hard, finally stepped on the throttle, and left Ye An's home in the sound of the blasting engine.

Drive to half.

Li Tang suddenly determined in his heart.

It doesn't matter if Ye Anji hates it.

On the day he chose to transfer, he must stun Ye An and help him make a choice!

He doesn't want to send a black -haired man anymore!

at the same time.

Ye An's basement.

Dark, empty, full of sandbags, and various cold boxing equipment.

Ye An was naked, wearing a glove, sitting on the chair and staring at the sandbag in front of him.

There is a family portrait on the wall behind the sandbag.

Mom, mother, grandparents, and him, five people.

Grandma died as a child.

At the age of ten, Mom and Dad died.

Half a year ago, Grandpa also went to bed.

There is only one person left at home.

He was called Ye An because his parents had only one request for him.

Lifetime peace and joy.

But parents.

There is the blood of the warrior on my body.

Thinking of this, Ye An suddenly stood up and began to jump gently, relaxing his shoulders, deltoid muscles, and arms.

The warm -up is almost the same.

He closed his eyes and walked in front of the three thousand pounds of sandbags in front of him.

very heavy!

But for Jian Xiu, you only need to be able to cut off with a sword.

For gun repair, it is also broken.

But in the face of boxing, it will take ten years to explode.

This is the gap between boxing and other occupations!

Thinking of this, Ye An's muscles were tight, and a fierce ups and downtown smashed on the boxing bag.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise.

The three thousand pounds of sandbags began to shake gently.

His father's words sounded in his mind.

"Fist is not just a kind of power, but also a belief. This belief is difficult to describe, but when you stand in front of your opponent, you will feel it when you stand by your opponent and hold your fist and set up a fist." You will feel it. "

At this time, Ye An smashed a punch!

The sandbags were shook high, and under the strong inertia, it quickly hit Ye An!

At the moment when Ye Annan is about to hit.

Ye An's body was gently, his head was crooked, and a slippery flashed away.

His black hair was also blown up by the wind rolled up in the sandbag.

"What does it feel? Is it exciting?" The father's words rang again, it was his first sandbag.

"Extreme dodge is very cool. The breeze rolled up in the sandbag is a reward for dodge success."

"Buddy likes to play exciting."

Ye An laughed.

He also likes this feeling.

Then, the sandbags came in the opposite direction. Ye An disappeared from inertia. A fist was bombarded directly and collided with a powerful inertia.

"boom!"

Ye An's arm muscles trembling with three thousand pounds of inertia.

"Is it painful? But are you going back, are you unhappy!"

Ye An lowered his head and said to himself: "It's cool!"

"These words are all your grandfather taught me, didn't you see it? Your grandfather and your grandma are also boxers! Except for your mother, our Ye family is fist!"

Ye An laughed.

My Ye family is all from the generation of boxing. What do you ask me to choose?

"nonsense!"

Ye An's anger drank, a heavy artillery punch hit it, hit the sandbags high, and pushed it directly to the ceiling!

then.

What his father said the most impressive appeared in his mind.

"But to this day, I have to admit that no matter how cool the boxing is, the boxer's combat effectiveness is really not as good as other occupations."

"This is like the rules set by God, which is the fate that all boxing cannot be broken!"

"Isn't the double punch that is used to break the fate of this big mountain!"

"I believe that there will be a certain talent or boxing method to bring this profession to the top of the world!"

"I told many people that I said this, they said that I was in a dream, this world has no miracle you want!"

"But I always think that people who believe in miracles are the same as miracles!"

"For example, me!"

The brilliant smile of his father and his thumbs pointed at his posture, appearing in front of Ye An's eyes.

He closed his eyes tightly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were the huge sandbags that were about to hit with the maximum inertia!

this moment.

The second talent rune in his body suddenly turned!

One thing he has never told Li Tang.

In fact, my dream is just my weakest talent.

I am a natural boxer!

In addition, that talent is the miracle that my father is waiting for. It is one of the best, and the people in the people have never been before, so they can't measure it, and there is no name.

I call myself -the fist!

Thinking of this, Ye An's breath gathered like a storm, and his body suddenly rose with a strong punch!

The surging boxing seemed to be highly boiling vapor and rose around Ye An's body, making his whole body red!

Then, all vapor condensed into a point, gathered in the palm, and smashed the fate on the big mountain rice with his shoulders!

"boom!"

There was a loud noise in the dim base.

Ye An opened his eyes, and his sticky sweat on his body was covered with Chongsha burst into the sandbag.

But he didn't look down at the messy ground, but looked at the wall in front of him.

I saw a deep pit on the wall, and a deep pit appeared on the wall. The center was a boxing print, which was perfectly chimp with Ye An's fist.