Bruce Lee was the one who allowed various schools and fighting techniques to appear on the same playing field and compete fairly and justly.

"Oh Bruce Lee!" Jon exclaimed, seemingly unaware of this.

"Yes! Bruce Lee is a great man, one who will be recorded in history! I believe you will be the same, and will be admired and respected by people all over the world." Bell said seriously and seriously.

"Haha, don't say that. I don't dare to compare with a great man like Bruce Lee!" Zhou Shaoming couldn't help but smile after receiving this flattery, and he became much kinder to Bell.

"Please come this way, I will take you to meet my friend, an equally great MMA player, a magical beast!" Bell chatted with Zhou Shaoming for a while by the iron cage, and then wanted to take him to meet Dan Sai

arts.

"Okay! Let's go." Zhou Shaoming suddenly felt interested in mma mixed martial arts, and followed Bell to the players' lounge.

Before he entered the lounge, Zhou Shaoming heard a dull "thumping" sound, which should be the sound of players hitting the sandbags with heavy punches.

A strong man with a height of 1.88 meters and a weight of nearly 100 kilograms came into view. He had a very thick mustache and was hitting the sandbags crazily.

"Bang!" A heavy punch hit the sandbag, and the sandbag shook greatly, showing the great power of the punch just now.

"Hey! My beast! It seems to be in good condition." When Bell saw him, he laughed and said, then stretched out his hand and gave the strong man a firm hug.

"Bell, you're here? Haha, who is this?" Dan Saiwen also smiled generously and responded enthusiastically to Bell. When he saw Zhou Shaoming standing beside him with a smile, he couldn't help but asked in confusion.

"This is the most respected director in the United States, Mr. Smith Chow. This is Mr. Jon from Lionsgate Pictures. They are my friends. Today we are here to cheer for you!" Bell introduced to Dan Severn with a smile.

Zhou Shaoming.

"Haha, hello, Mr. Great Director!" Dan Saiwen extended his hand to Zhou Shaoming in a friendly manner.

Shaking the huge, furry hand like a cattail leaf fan, Zhou Shaoming smiled and said: "Hello, Mr. Dan Saiwen, I hope you can defeat your opponent today!"

Staring into his eyes seriously, Zhou Shao carefully looked at this famous beast in MMA history.

Dan Severn's face bears many wounds left by fighting in the arena. He is nearly fifty years old and has more traces of time. Although he carefully cleans up his face, it still makes him feel uncomfortable.

The scars and marks are more obvious.

The corners of his mouth should be deformed due to repeated heavy punches; the lips are thin and tightly pursed, and the chin is thick and protrudes forward. Under the two slightly sparse eyebrows, they are deeply sunken into the dark eye sockets.

Among them, his eyes were as sharp as a sword radiating cold light, and even with a smile on his face, he seemed to be carrying an aggressive momentum, never moving forward.

He did not grow his hair long or tie it into various strange hairstyles in order to attract others' attention and attention like other young MMA players who aim to be unconventional. Instead, he cut it very short conservatively, which made people look at him.

, you can suddenly feel a sense of danger approaching, like being stared at by a wild beast.

He was looking at my neck, ready to jump up, and then grab my neck like a tiger pouncing on its prey!

Zhou Shaoming suddenly felt that dangerous feeling.

Dan Savin listened, but there was no happy expression on his face. He just sighed and pinched his muscular left shoulder hard.

"What's wrong?" Bell felt something was wrong and asked quickly.

"I want to win this game so much. I sprained my shoulder during training yesterday." Dan Severin's eyes were a little wandering, but he quickly regained his determination.

"Sprained? What did your doctor say? Will it affect the game?" Bell was a little nervous, and Zhou Shaoming couldn't help but worry.

At this time, two people came into the lounge. They obviously knew Bell and greeted him one after another.

"Ask him, I think I can!" Dan Severin turned his head and began to warm up by hitting the sandbag with heavy punches.

After saying hello, Bell hurriedly pulled Dan Severn's personal doctor and asked: "The Beast's shoulder is sprained, will it have no impact on his game?"

"From a professional point of view, the game can be played, but the injury will seriously affect his performance. I advised him not to play this game and wait until the injury heals before playing. But he didn't listen to me." The doctor's face

It looked very ugly, and he spread his hands out in frustration, indicating that he had nothing to do.

"Beast, if you force yourself to fight with an injury, you won't win at all, so why bother? Why don't you explain the situation to the organizing committee and come back after you rest?" Bell, who understood the situation, turned his head and suggested to Dan Severn.

"No! My dream is to enter the Hall of Fame! But I still lack a victory and a championship! Today, I have to fight for my dream, and I will not quit!" Dan Severin shook his head vigorously, and then

He punched hard and sent the sandbag flying. At the same time, he frowned and twisted his shoulders vigorously.

"You can come back after you have a rest..." Before Bell could finish his words, he was interrupted by the fiery Dan Savin: "I said, no! In 1997, I was in mma12 Judgment Day

I was defeated by Mark Coleman in the battle. In 2000, I was easily defeated by Pedro Rizzo in the MMA27 "Ultimate Bad Boy" battle. They all said that I was old and could no longer do it."

Lowering his head, Dan Severn held up a mixed martial arts newspaper and said: "Tonight, the 49-year-old beast will face the 24-year-old iron man Travis Fulton. This will be a spark-catching match.

But we can predict that the 49-year-old Beast will no longer be able to unleash the beast in his heart. The 24-year-old Travis will let him know what it means to be an iron man who breaks the teeth of the beast!"

The hand holding the newspaper trembled slightly. Zhou Shaoming noticed that there were thick and swollen blood vessels in the back of his hand. It was a hand that had gone through many vicissitudes of life and had been exhausted from fighting. The slightly deformed knuckles were rolled up and he was tightly grasping the paper.

The newspaper that made him lose his temper.

The blood vessels on the arms that have been rapidly expanded and restored again and again are no longer as elastic as they were when they were young, and the nose, which is constantly expanding due to anger, is slightly tilted to one side, which is caused by someone breaking the bridge of the nose.

of trauma.

The man in front of him was like a dying old wolf who had been driven out of the pack. Although his majesty existed, it would soon disappear.

Angrily, he tore the newspaper into pieces. Dan Seven stood up and yelled angrily: "Although I am 49 years old! But the dream in my heart is not dead yet! I must win this championship and enter MMA."

Hall of Fame. If I win this game, I can fulfill my dream. No matter what happens, I will definitely keep playing!"

Zhou Shaoming was silent on the side. The tall Dan Saiwen in front of him really looked like a tiger coming out of the gate, with amazing momentum!

"But your injury..."

"Don't mention my injury again! I know my own body well. No matter what, I will treat this game as the last game in my life. I must play, and I must win!" Dan Seven

After saying these words firmly, he sat on the bench with his waist straight, slowly put on the split-finger gloves, then intertwined his thick fingers together and closed his eyes.

The expression on his face was extremely determined, as if he was about to go into a bloody and cruel battlefield, a warrior who would not hesitate to sacrifice his life.

Bell wanted to persuade him again, but Zhou Shaoming patted him on the shoulder, stopped him, and said with emotion: "For Mr. Dan Savin, this is not an ordinary game. This is to realize your dream and break through yourself."

, the decisive battle in life. Even if you are bruised and bruised, even if blood is spattered on the spot, you must use your last bit of strength for the fire in your heart that refuses to go out."

Bell stared blankly at the thoughtful Zhou Shaoming, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"Mr. Dan Saiwen, move forward for your dream! Beat your opponent and let him know that the heart that longs for a championship is the real beast!" Zhou Shaoming's eyes were bright, his tone was firm, and he encouraged passionately.

"Thank you!" Dan Saiwen opened his eyes and looked at Zhou Shaoming with gratitude: "Before this game, all I heard was ridicule and ridicule. No one thought I would win, and no one encouraged me like you.

Me. They always say that I am old and should go home and spend the rest of my life well. But as you said, the fire in my heart has not been extinguished. I will let that guy know that the desire for a championship will always be there.

It’s a beast!”

Zhou Shaoming, Jon and Bell were sitting in the first VIP seats, only about half a meter away from the barbed wire fence of the cage. From this position, they could even feel the sweat splashing from the boxers. This is of course the most ideal place to watch.

Location.

At this time, many spectators had already entered the venue. After finding their seats, they chatted happily about today's game and kept throwing popcorn into their mouths.

Bell was always a little uneasy. He always felt that Dan Severin's injury would affect his game, and Zhou Shaoming suddenly interrupted to encourage him, which would make Dan Severin misjudge the situation. You must know that he is really 49 years old now.

!

Facing a 24-year-old young man who is in his prime and who is also known as an iron man, plus he is injured, he may really lose completely, and it will seriously damage Dan Severn's self-confidence.

"Do you really think that encouraging beasts is the right thing to do?" Bell thought for a long time. Feeling restless, he could only ask Zhou Shaoming, who was sitting aside eating popcorn in his free time.

"Yes, this is a sport that requires extremely technical and physical strength. The beast is injured, so I think it's best to ensure safety." Jon also helped.

"I think there is nothing wrong with encouraging a person who pursues his dream!" Zhou Shaoming continued to throw a piece of popcorn into his mouth and said seriously: "It is wrong to pour cold water on others and undermine other people's confidence with prescient, sarcastic remarks.
Chapter completed!