Full-time Lottery System

"So that's the case. No wonder the punch was so powerful on the plane back then."

After hearing the system's words, Chen Ze muttered to himself.

Until now, he still remembers the power of that punch on the plane, which crippled such a powerful Zhong Erkun with one punch, and really explained what it means to drop ten times with one force!

Chen Ze only threw one punch at that time, and only three punches, but the fist god can always maintain this state.

With such a heavy punch, it is no wonder that he is called the God of Boxing.

Chen Ze sighed a little, imagining that the boxing god would be invincible in the boxing world after the age of twenty-eight, and no one would even receive his punch.

That should be, what a height it has reached.

But soon, Chen Ze's attention returned to the skill he had drawn now.

The footsteps of the 22-year-old Fist God, although they are also the skills of the Fist God, the footsteps of the Fist God, but at the age of 22, will the Fist God skills of this period be very powerful?

"It's a pity. It would be great if the skill of the twenty-eight-year-old or twenty-five-year-old Boxing God is drawn, but it happens to be the skill of the twenty-two-year-old who has just debuted." Chen Ze said, feeling that this time the lottery draw is considered a lottery. Some are wasted.

Although the skills of a twenty-two-year-old boxing god are still the skills of a boxing god, I'm afraid it can't be compared with those who are twenty-five or twenty-eight years old.

And since it's a lottery, then if you want to draw, you must get the best one. But now, only the 22-year-old was drawn, which seemed to be the worst skill.

Therefore, Chen Ze felt that he was at a loss, a big loss.

"Of course there is no way to compare with the skills of the twenty-five and twenty-eight-year-old boxing gods." At this time, the system spoke again, as if seeing through what Chen Ze was thinking, "But host, don't underestimate this The twenty-two-year-old boxing god's skills, especially the twenty-two-year-old boxing god's footsteps. This skill is not as simple as it seems."

"What does this mean?" Chen Ze was a little stunned when he heard the system's words.

"The God of Boxing made his debut at the age of 22. He shocked the entire boxing world just after his debut, and even defeated many seniors and masters in the boxing world. It was not because of the heavy punches of the immature God of Boxing, but his footsteps." The system said. , "I said before that the footsteps of the 22-year-old Boxing God have already reached a considerable level. Although they have not reached the peak, they are already quite powerful. As long as it is not the kind of special practice of footsteps, or the gap in strength is too large A big boxer can't even touch the body of the boxing god, let alone hit the boxing god."

"What do you mean?" Chen Ze said, he seemed to understand something.

"Tomorrow's host, your opponent is not an opponent who is good at agile footwork, nor is he really a top figure in the world of boxing. In other words, as long as you equip the 22-year-old boxing god's footsteps, then he, You may not even be able to touch you in the whole game. You are already invincible." The system said.

"That's great."

Hearing the system's words, Chen Ze was excited. Only now did he truly understand the power of the 22-year-old boxing god's footsteps. The boxing god has shocked the boxing world with this skill, and he has also defeated many boxing masters, if it is him, if the opponent is Shen Yu.

If it is true as the system said, then tomorrow, Chen Ze will know that he will win!

"Then this boxing god's breathing method, and the twenty-two-year-old boxing god's footsteps, equip it now."

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Chen Ze equipped these two skills.

As soon as the equipment was put on, Chen Ze immediately felt different, his whole body felt different.

With this feeling, Chen Ze knew that he would definitely win!

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Early the next morning, Chen Ze got up, took a taxi with Zhao Yamei, and drove towards the place where the competition was held.

Yesterday's game was held in Yanjing Stadium because there were too many people.

But today is different. From today onwards, the real San Diego big boxing match begins in China.

Therefore, the location of the event has also been changed to the largest boxing gym in Yanjing.

"Why, Yami, it seems that you didn't sleep well last night."

Inside the car, Chen Ze spoke and said to Zhao Yamei.

He found that although it was morning, Zhao Yamei's mental state was not good, so he asked.

"Of course, I thought about it all night, is there any way for you to defeat Shen Yu." Zhao Yamei said.

"Then have you thought of a way?" Chen Ze asked.

"No, there is no other way." Zhao Yamei said, her face a little ugly.

She has been learning boxing for more than ten years, and she knows all kinds of boxing skills and fighting skills in the ring. She also has some understanding of how to shorten the gap with her opponent.

But no matter what she thought, she couldn't think of a way for Chen Ze to defeat Shen Yu.

After all, in her opinion, the strength gap between Chen Ze and Shen Yu was too great.

No matter what kind of method is in front of this gap in strength, it is nothing, and will be directly crushed.

Unless, Zhao Yamei knew that unless Chen Ze could suddenly exert the power that defeated Zhong Erkun on the plane that day, and use that miraculous power to fight against Shen Yu, there would be no hope of winning.

But after this period of understanding, Zhao Yamei knew Chen Ze's strength, and it was impossible to reach that strength.

That power, I don't even know where it came from.

From any point of view, Chen Ze has lost this time.

That's why she was in a bad mood and didn't fall asleep all night, that's why her complexion was so ugly the next day.

"Relax, don't be so anxious." Seeing Zhao Yamei's face, Chen Ze smiled and said with a relaxed face.

"You are quite relaxed. You don't seem to be worried about today's game at all. You have a big heart."

After seeing Chen Ze like this, Zhao Yamei spoke up.

She didn't expect that she was in such a hurry, Chen Ze didn't react at all, he looked relaxed, as if he was just going to play an unimportant game.

You know, the opponent this time is Shen Yu, the one with strong fists but narrow minded, Chen Ze offended her yesterday.

In this situation, Chen Ze was not in a hurry at all. Zhao Yamei felt that Chen Ze's heart was too big.

"I have nothing to worry about, it's a must-win game anyway." Chen Ze said with a smile.

Zhao Yamei was stunned by what she said.

"Must-win game?"

Hearing what Chen Ze said, Zhao Yamei couldn't understand at all. At this time, Chen Ze was still so confident that he would definitely win against Shen Yu.

Where did this guy, his self-confidence come from?

"arrive."

Zhao Yamei just wanted to ask something, but suddenly heard what Chen Ze said, and then the taxi stopped.

Chen Ze stepped out of the taxi first, then turned his head and said with a confident smile: "Yamei, watch, this time, I'm sure to win!"

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