is ti, nai u, who was standg by the left rner post of the boxg rg, cursed her heart: if she was knocked down less than 5 sends, she really shouldn&039;t have listened to the words of an aateur

at the sa ti,

when the feale referee opened his outh and unted to five, deborah shook his head and ickly stood up fro the boxg rg

where can the ponytail woan hold deborah&039;s breath,

the feet ove as fast as hot wheels,

and hands fell on deborah&039;s face without spg,

less than 10 sends, deborah was forced to the ropes the left rner of the rg,

deborah leaned agast the rope, and was sd by the ponytail woan

after a long, long, long 150 sends,

it was hard to hear a und of heaven,

the bell rang,

rest for 60 sends beeen the first rounds,

deborah sat slowly on the wooden chair the left rner of the boxg rg,

the other said slowly: deborah, are you jured?

deborah shook his head,

nai&039;s other said slowly: deborah, you can still hold on,

deborah nodded,

speechless for a ont,

only to hear the bell toll,

180 sends to the send round,

deborah shielded his face with both hands and walked slowly to the center of the rg,

i only felt that the ponytail woan&039;s right hand be glove punched straight to the door

deborah flicked to the right and hit the ponytail woan&039;s abdon with her bck glove

i don&039;t know if i don&039;t fight, i a startled by a dozen,

deborah only felt that the bck glove of his right hand was hittg the iron wall,

while deborah was dubfounded, the ponytail woan stantly hit a left hook, knockg deborah to the ground

at this ti, nai u, who was standg by the left rner post of the boxg rg, slded wardly: i was knocked down aga, i really shouldn&039;t have listened to the words of an aateur,

at the sa ti,

when the feale referee opened his outh to unt to seven, deborah sh