Boxing was a competitive sport, and it was also a form of aesthetics that contained violence. It required strong muscle strength, psychological warfare, and physical endurance combat.
A proper boxing match required 5 rounds and each round lasted 2 minutes. If the opponent remained on the ground for 10 seconds, the winner would be considered.
Mo Ting was not in the mood to waste a few rounds with Quan Ye. So, the two agreed to decide the winner in one round.
Before Mo Ting stepped onto the stage, Quan Ye quickly put on a bandage and gloves. In order to prove that this was a high standard match, professional boxers normally did not wear helmets and gloves. So, Quan Ye did not put on any on either. He simply wore shorts and a pair of soft-soled shoes as he entered the field of view of the crowd.
Quan Ye's body wasn't bad; his limbs were well-proportioned and his muscles were well-defined. He was stronger than the average man. The only thing lacking about him was that his skin was as white as a woman's. That's why Mo Ting referred to him as a 'boiled chicken'.
But, even the 'boiled chicken' that Mo Ting referred to was met with loud cheers and endless applause.
Afterwards, Quan Ye stepped onto the stage to warm up. He seemed to enjoy the feeling of being praised by others; he enjoyed being in the limelight. Even if he wasn't the heir to Star King, he was destined to become a famous celebrity. That was the only way he could enjoy the attention that others couldn't.
Elder Quan and Elder Mo were also seated in the audience. Elder Quan's first thought upon seeing his son was, it seemed, even though he was playing around with women, he did not neglect his body. Not bad!
Meanwhile, Second Master Mo had a confused expression as he sat beside Father Quan with his arms crossed. He was deep in thought. The last time Mo Ting had punched someone was 10 years ago. Back then, he had given Quan Ye a concussion with a single punch. 10 years later, he had restrained his youthful arrogance, so he probably wouldn't use so much strength. Otherwise, if he injured Quan Ye, he wouldn't know how to compensate the Quan Family.
"Why hasn't President Mo appeared yet?"
"To be honest, President Quan's body is indeed good."
"Did you really think that he was simply a rich young master?"
Hearing the discussions of the reporters behind him, Elder Quan felt an inexplicable sense of relief. Although Star King had been under pressure from Hai Rui for many years, if his son could beat Mo Ting in terms of physique, he would at least win once and it would bring him some pride.
"You people, it sounds like you don't work out very much. That's why you think this body is good. Wait and see!"
"But, I've never seen President Mo build a body before …"
"I'm sorry, but every villa in Hyatt Regency has its own gym. Do you think they need to let you see them?"
Second Master Mo couldn't stand the noise around him, so he coughed lightly to signal the reporters to know their limits. Didn't they see that there were two elderly people in front of them? Following that, the surroundings fell silent.
Right after that, two figures entered the boxing gym …
Originally, they had their backs to the lights, so no one could see them clearly. But, as soon as they entered the boxing hall, the audience became excited. Some people even stood up uncontrollably.
All of them looked at Mo Ting in disbelief, as if they were afraid that they would miss out on a single detail …
Strong and well-proportioned eight-pack abs, well-developed chest muscles like those of a Westerner, arms and fists that contained explosive power, and bronze-colored skin that exuded extreme male hormones …
The reporters stared at Mo Ting's figure in a daze. They almost forgot about the cameraman.
"Oh my god! Wasn't this too perfect? So many men want a body like this! "
"It's too shocking, hurry and take a photo!"
"Do you believe that President Quan can't even withstand a single punch from President Mo?"
"After seeing President Mo's body, I suddenly feel like President Quan is a bit like a woman!"
Hearing the comments coming from all directions, Quan Ye stood in the boxing ring and watched as Mo Ting walked closer and closer to him... He suddenly felt a burning sensation on his face!
The votes online had all been given to him for his figure and he accepted it as a matter of course. He had never expected Mo Ting's body to be this good … wasn't Mo Ting a famous workaholic?
With this comparison, he looked at himself …
Quan Ye suddenly had the urge to run away at the last minute. He believed, with the developed muscles on Mo Ting's arms, his explosive power would be extremely shocking.
Tangning followed behind Mo Ting with Mo Ting's black trench coat hanging on her arm. Of course, she could already tell the outcome of the match from the reactions of the audience. Quan Ye's mouth was too cheap? With his white cut chicken body, he was only good enough for Mo Ting to practice on.
Second Master Mo looked at Mo Ting with admiration. Who would have thought, 10 years had passed and Quan Ye's body was still in such good shape. In fact, it was even better than before.
However, Elder Quan's face … turned from red to white. He was starting to worry if Quan Ye would be able to stand up after Mo Ting's punch.
"Quick, take a few more photos. There aren't many men in Beijing with such a good body. Hurry up and take more photos …"
"Haha, just thinking about it makes me happy. This time, those that voted for President Quan are going to have their faces slapped swollen. How could such a manly man be gay? Don't joke with me! "
"Haiz, I really want to be as happy as Tangning, helping President Mo with his clothes."
"Speaking of which, what's going on? Did they exchange manager roles? "
In the audience, everyone was in high spirits, especially after Mo Ting walked into the boxing ring.
Quan Ye took a few steps back. His eyes were filled with caution, but he refused to admit defeat.
Mo Ting looked at Quan Ye and wrapped a bandage around his wound, "If you want to admit defeat, it's not too late. Let me warn you first, 10 years ago, someone took a punch from me and is still in the hospital."
If Mo Ting had said this with his clothes on, Quan Ye would definitely have laughed. But, Mo Ting was standing naked in front of him; his entire body was filled with hormones and a sense of violence. Quan Ye did not dare to underestimate Mo Ting.
Quan Ye looked at his opponent and then back at himself. In the end, before the fight even started, he admitted defeat in his heart, "I give up."
There were still a few more rounds to go. He refused to believe that Mo Ting would have the upper hand in all of them!
Especially when it came to eating, drinking and playing. Was there anyone that could beat him?
As soon as Mo Ting heard the word 'I give up', he suddenly pointed to Tangning and said, "You might not even be able to beat her … if I go up, I would be bullying you! In the next round, I will try my best to let you win. "
Quan Ye looked at Tangning and scoffed, "President Mo can't possibly win all the time."
"Let's give it a try then."
Quan Ye turned around and jumped off the boxing ring. By the time he returned to Father Quan's side, he felt a little embarrassed. But, at least it was better than being humiliated and getting beaten.
"I never expected the rascal to be so good at hiding his strength. What do you want to compete in the next round? Show us what you're good at. A good student like him should never go overboard! "Father Quan said.
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