Boxing is a competitive sport, and it is also a kind of fighting that contains the aesthetics of violence.
It requires strong muscle strength, psychological warfare, and physical protracted fighting.
A regular boxing match requires five rounds of confrontation, with each round lasting two minutes.
If the opponent falls to the ground and fails to get up for ten seconds, he or she is considered a winner.
Mo Ting was not in the mood to spend a few rounds with Quan Ye, so the two of them agreed that the outcome would be decided in one round.
When Mo Ting was not on the court, Quan Ye quickly put on hand bandages and boxing gloves.
In order to prove that this was a high-standard match, most professional boxers would not wear helmets and armor, so, Quan Ye didn't wear any clothes.
He just wore shorts and soft-soled shoes and entered everyone's sight.
Quan Ye's figure was not bad, his limbs were well-proportioned, and his muscles were well-textured.
He was stronger than the average man.
The only thing was that his skin color was as white as a woman's, so he became what Mo Ting called a white chicken.
But even the chicken that Mo Ting talked about was chopped in vain, and when it came to the venue, the cheers were loud and there was constant applause.
Afterwards, Quan Ye went on stage to warm up.
He seemed to enjoy the feeling of being popular.
He liked to wear the stars and the moon.
Even if he was not the heir to the Star King, he would definitely become a popular star, so that he could enjoy what others could not experience.
Attractive attention.
Mr.
Quan and Mo were also sitting in the audience.
Mr.
Quan's feeling when he saw his son was that this boy seems to be playing with women and has not neglected his body management.
He is quite bearable.
Second Master Mo, on the other hand, had an expression that he didn't quite understand, and sat next to Father Quan with his arms folded, because he was thinking about the fact that it had been ten years since Mo Ting last used his fist.
The other person became concussed.
Ten years later, he had restrained his youthful energy and probably wouldn't have used so much force.
Otherwise, if he had broken Quan Ye, he would not know what compensation he would give to the Quan family.
"Why hasn't Mr.
Mo shown up yet?"
"To be honest, Mr.
Quan does have a good figure."
"Do you really think that he is just a simple rich man?"
Mr.
Quan felt inexplicably comfortable when he heard the reporters talking behind him.
Although Star King had been under pressure from Hai Rui for so many years, if his son could beat Mo Ting in terms of figure, he would have won at least once. , which can be regarded as giving him face.
"You guys, it sounds like you don't do much exercise, so you think you have a good figure like this.
Just wait and see."
"But I haven't seen Mr.
Mo get pregnant many times."
"I'm really sorry.
Every villa in Hyatt Regency has its own gym.
I want you to see me exercise."
Mr.
Mo couldn't hear the noisy sounds around him, so he coughed softly and signaled reporters to be sensible.
He didn't see that there were two elderly people in front of them, and then the surroundings fell silent.
Immediately afterwards, two figures entered the entrance of the boxing gym.
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Originally it was against the light, so no one could see clearly.
However, when Mo Ting and Tang Ning entered the boxing gym, the spectators became excited, and some even stood up uncontrollably.
They all carefully dug out every inch of Mo Ting's flesh with disbelieving eyes, as if they were afraid that they might miss it.
Strong and well-proportioned eight-pack abs, chest muscles as developed as those of Westerners, explosive arms and fists, and bronzed skin that exudes the ultimate male hormone The reporters looked at Mo Ting's figure stupidly and almost forgot to even take the camera.
"Oh my God, this is so perfect.
How many men want a figure like this?"
“It’s so shocking, hurry up and take pictures.”
"Believe it or not, President Mo Quan can't even withstand a punch from President Mo."
"After looking at Mr.
Mo's figure, I suddenly felt that Mr.
Quan looked a bit like a woman."
Listening to the comments from all directions, Quan Ye stood in the boxing ring and looked at Mo Ting, who was approaching from the audience, and suddenly felt some burning pain on his face.
In the online poll, all the votes in the body column were given to him, and he accepted it as a matter of course.
Because he never thought that Mo Ting's figure would be so good.
Isn't he a famous workaholic?
Compare this way and then look at yourself Quan Ye suddenly had the urge to run away from the battle, because he also believed that with the well-developed muscles in Mo Ting's arms, his explosive power must be amazing.
Tangning had been following Mo Ting, with Mo Ting's black trench coat hanging in her arms.
Of course, she had already seen the outcome of this competition from the reactions of the people present, and Quan Ye made disparaging comments about his body.
It was only given to Mo Ting to practice with.
Second Master Mo looked at Mo Ting with admiration.
Unexpectedly, ten years later, his figure was still in such good shape, even better than before.
But Mr.
Quan's face turned from red to white, because he began to worry about whether Quan Ye could stand up after Mo Ting's punch.
"Quick, take more pictures.
There are really not many men with such a good figure in Shengjing.
Take pictures quickly."
"Haha, it makes me happy just thinking about it.
Those who voted for Mr.
Quan will have their faces swollen.
Such an antic man is gay.
Stop teasing me."
"Hey, I really want to be as happy as Tangning, bringing clothes for Mr.
Mo."
"Speaking of which, what happened to them?
They exchanged their identities as agents."
Everyone in the audience remained excited, especially after Mo Ting stepped into the boxing ring.
Quan Ye took advantage of the situation and took a few steps back, his eyes guarded, but he did not admit defeat.
Mo Ting looked at Quan Ye and then put on a bandage: "If you want to admit defeat, it's still too late.
Let me warn you first.
Ten years ago, someone got punched by me and is still in the hospital."
If Mo Ting had said this while wearing clothes, Quan Ye would have laughed.
However, now that Mo Ting was standing naked in front of him, radiating hormones and violent aesthetics, he did not dare to look down on Mo Ting.
Quan Ye looked at the opponent, then at himself, and finally, before the fight started, he admitted defeat in his heart: "I abstain."
There were several other items later, but he didn't believe that Mo Ting would have the upper hand in them all.
Especially when it comes to eating, drinking and having fun, is there anyone who can outplay him?
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When Mo Ting heard the words "I abstain", he suddenly pointed at Tangning and said to him: "You may not even be able to beat her when I come up.
It's really a bit of a bully.
I'll give in as much as possible."
Quan Ye looked at Tang Ning and snorted angrily: "President Mo can't always win."
"Then try it."
Quan Ye turned around and jumped out of the boxing ring.
When he returned to Quan's father, he felt that he was a little disgraceful, but it was better than being embarrassed and getting beaten.
"I didn't expect that the boy surnamed Mo would be so secretive.
How can you bring out the things you are good at in the next game?
A good student like him is afraid of going too far," Father Quan said. xx4911131: