Outright Favoritism Chapter 655: : Ms. Li, let’s accept it

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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 wife of the hall master dare to say that the members of their three halls are not as good as a female boxer. Today, let her see what the real strength of the dark hall is.

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

The speed and strength of ordinary people's punches will not exceed 800, and the strength of these people in the dark hall should not be underestimated.

She squeezed the sleeve of her wrist and slowly pushed it over her forearm. Before she could continue her next move, three members of the crowd were already whispering.

"I bet on Aaron to win."

One has two, and the crowd raised their hands, "Aaron, add one."

"Add two."

"Add three."

"I bet Miss Li wins."

"Aaron, add four."

"Add five."

"Miss Li, add one." Zuo Tang's exit, like a spring breeze, scattered around the training hall.

The members of the three halls whispering to each other instantly muffled their voice, "Three hall masters, how can you grow others' aspirations to destroy your own prestige?"

Zuo Tang stood near the tester and said, "If you don't believe me, look at it."

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

She smashed her fists quickly, and the numbers on the screen flickered quickly.

The audience waited with bated breath, and in a blink of an eye, the numbers paused, and there was no sound around them.

For a long time someone murmured: "It's good luck, just one more number than Aaron."

Li Qiao's first punch, 898.

Along took a step back silently, bowed to Li Qiao and bent over, "Miss Li, accept."

Everyone: "??"

Shut up if you **** uneducated.

Is the concession used this way?

Li Qiao glanced at him faintly, and the word "Cheng Ren" was on his lips, neither was it, nor was it not.

Zuo Tang chuckled and greeted the second fighter on the stage.

The opponent's height is similar to that of Aaron, with a sturdy body, the training suit is tightly attached to the body, and the outline of the biceps is very clear.

Smashed down with a punch, the value shows: 976.

Li Qiao did not say anything, and then punched out with a punch value: 977.

At this moment, Zuo Xuan, who was behind Shang Yu, squinted his eyes, implicitly looking at Li Qiao's hand, "Hall Master, what is the true fist value of Miss Li?"

Once it was a coincidence, but after two punches, it was revealed.

Miss Li is deliberately controlling power.

Shang Yu sat in a leisurely position leaning on the lazy chair, his slender legs stretched flat in front of him, his eyes fixed on Li Qiao, and a smile filled his eyes, "Who is the highest record among those people?" "

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 his eyes, and Zuo Xuan's faint tone made Zuo Xuan a calm show-off.

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

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

Zuo Tang lowered his head and pinched his eyebrows. No matter what the outcome is today, this group of silly people can be regarded as completely exposing their cultural shortcomings.

Simple mind and well-developed limbs, they are talking about.

Soon, the third member punches, value: 999.

Li Qiao followed closely, with a value of 1000.

At this time, everyone saw some eyebrows.

They looked at each other and whispered in a low voice, "Ms. Li, is this the more frustrated, the more courageous, or the stronger, the stronger?"

"The more frustrated the more courageous? You take a closer look, is she frustrated?"

"That is when strong is strong."

"If you say that, then I will call Chen Ge over to discuss with Miss Li. If she can play 1891, I will kneel down and call Dad."

In the next three minutes, five more members played.

Maybe they don't believe in evil. Everyone smashed the instrument desperately.

The highest score has exceeded 1100, and Li Qiao's original indifferent expression has gradually become more serious.

The punch value of the eighth member: 1128.

When it was Li Qiao's turn, she stood in front of the instrument and paused for a while, seeming to be considering something.

The main reason is that the fist strength is getting higher and higher, and it is not easy to control the speed and strength.

After Li Qiao hesitated, he slammed his fist sharply, and as the value jumped, the hearts of other people were also lifted.

It is estimated...1129?

The idea just came out, and the number on the screen settled, 1184.

Li Qiao looked up at the ceiling of the training hall, and she couldn't control it.

Then she heard the eighth voice: "Miss Li, accept."

Zuo Xuan couldn't help but sigh. They are all good fighters, but the level of education is really worrying.

The one-to-twen match ends in half an hour.

Li Qiao cleared the game with 12 wins and 8 losses.

It was as if it was deliberate. After she reached a 60% win rate, she seemed to have lost interest.

The strength of each punch is between 800 and 900.

The few concessions at the back are words that convey the meaning.

……

After the test, Li Qiao walked to Shang Yu's side unhurriedly, sat down on the lazy chair next to her with her toes, and let out a sigh of relief.

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

"A little bit."

The tiring thing is not punching, but controlling power and speed.

If she smashes the tester with full strength at the beginning, I believe she will lose strength no more than ten times.

The test of boxing strength may seem simple, but in fact it also hides mystery.

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

The mentality of ordinary people to participate in the assessment is mostly eager to win.

If you punch you without reservation, you will lose without a doubt.

Later, she didn't accumulate any more punches, not because she wanted to win or lose, but because she was really tired.

Li Qiao held the cup in both hands and sipped her mouth. The messy hair on her cheeks was pulled behind her ears by Shang Yu. When her eyes were dark, she saw him leaning close and asked in a low voice: "Have you ever Have you done a boxing test?"

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

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

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

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

The training she experienced in those years at the border covered almost all the assessments in the three halls, which can be called **** mode.

Zuo Xuan who heard this sentence: "..." It turns out that the hall master didn't brag.

Li Qiao drank the tea, while Shang Yu held her hand and kneaded it lightly, and in a deep voice he warned: "Don't venture into the second unarmed combat, just do your best."

"How many one-to-one?" The first item is one-to-twenty, and Li Qiao wouldn't be surprised if he fights one-to-forty unarmed.

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