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Instead of showing any sign of pain, he grinned, revealing a ferocious smile that was a mixture of shock, excitement, and extreme madness. He even shouted at Louis:
"Good! Excellent! That's more like it!"
The next second, he was like an ancient beast that had been completely enraged by that punch, and he pounced on Louis again, swinging his heavy fist!
The two met again in the center of the boxing ring and engaged in a brutal exchange of blows!
The resounding thuds, like war drums, struck the hearts of every audience member.
Some female spectators—such as Princess Daianna—and others who couldn't bear to see such a bloody scene covered their eyes, yet couldn't help peeking through their fingers at the primal allure of the gladiatorial combat.
At this moment, technology and strategy seem to be forgotten, leaving only the ultimate test of pure strength, courage, and will.
They were like two robots who knew no pain, constantly pounding each other with heavy hammers.
Chapter 201 Heavy Punches Clash
The round has entered its final minute.
Louis, the man known as the "Brown Bomber," seemed to have returned to his golden age.
He seized the slight opening after Viktor's attack and delivered a textbook right-hand punch, forcing Viktor to raise his hand to block.
Immediately afterwards, with almost no gap, a concealed, short, and powerful left hook, like a precisely calculated missile, bypassed Viktor's defense and slammed into his right temple again!
Two shots landed clearly!
Viktor's head shook violently from the blow, and his feet involuntarily took half a step back. This was the first time in the match that he had to retreat due to the opponent's initiative!
"Louis! Louis! Louis!"
In the stands, people began to spontaneously and rhythmically chant the veteran's name.
The shouts started as a few scattered noises, but quickly spread and converged, eventually forming a deafening roar that shook the entire stadium.
The voice was filled with respect, encouragement, and a desire for a comeback.
However, to Viktor, this cheering from the united masses sounded like the most jarring provocation and mockery.
He was enraged, like a wounded bull.
With ten seconds left in the round, he let out a beastly roar and launched a near-mad attack!
Right hook! ·····
Punch after punch, each one heavier than the last, relentless and without pause!
Like a storm unleashed by a Category 12 typhoon, the ferocious fist shadows instantly engulfed Louis!
Louis could only clutch his head tightly, curling up and struggling to stay upright by using the swaying and the sturdy support of his body, fighting and retreating.
Each punch landed on his arm and glove with a terrifying thud, the immense impact propelling him backward until his back slammed heavily against the ropes in the corner.
The ropes were trembling violently, as if they were about to snap at any moment.
Victor continued to rain down punches, attempting to completely destroy his opponent before the bell rang.
The referee stood nervously to the sidelines, ready to intervene at any moment.
At this most dangerous moment—
"Ding ding ding ding!!!"
The bell that signaled the end of the round rang out like heavenly music, pulling the two warriors back from the brink of death once again.
Technical statistics show that both fighters landed a total of 140 heavy punches in this round, with low accuracy, but the exchange of power was astonishing.
The referee's arm was placed between the two boxers, separating them.
Sweat beaded on Victor's forehead, and Louis was breathing heavily, but both men's eyes burned with an unquenchable flame.
"Go back to your corners!"
The referee gave the order, keeping a close watch on the two boxers' every move.
Victor backed away, his beast-like eyes fixed on Louis, as if to say, "You can't escape."
Louis turned around with heavy steps, sweat leaving shiny streaks on his muscular back.
The sweat dripping from the boxing ring reflected in the overhead lights, like scattered diamonds.
Ethan had already leaped onto the edge of the ring and grabbed Victor's shoulder to make him sit down.
"Can you see his breathing? He's about to collapse!"
Michael pressed an ice pack against the back of his disciple's neck while urgently saying, "But you're also expending a lot of energy. Remember, 400 pounds requires more oxygen! Stay calm, and strike with precision!"
Viktor gasped for breath, his chest heaving, and simply nodded, water splashing across his face.
"Don't let your guard down! His skills are even better than we expected!"
Ethan slapped Victor's cheek hard to keep him focused. "Don't give him any chances! He's a veteran, he knows how to steal wins! Don't let him hit your chin!"
On the other side, Coach Davis practically pinned Louis to the bench.
"Joe, you have to move! You can't keep switching punches like that!"
His voice was almost pleading, his fingers trembling as he cleaned the wound on Louis's brow bone. "Your body won't be able to take it! Do you know what that means? You still have your daughter to need!"
Louis nodded silently, but his eyes remained as firm as iron.
He spat out the mouthguard, and water mixed with pink foam and streaks of blood gushed out.
"They eat so well! They're not as tall as me, yet they're stronger! How did they train like that? The last time I was this surprised was when I saw someone take a heavy punch to the face, get up, and knock someone down! And they're even named Rocky, just like my friend..."
Louis, panting, said, "But he also has an opening. After his right hook, he had a half-second gap, and I hit him in the chin. A few more punches and he definitely wouldn't be able to take it!"
"But that means you have to take his heavy punches to fight back!"
Davis almost roared, his eyes filled with worry, "Listen, Joe, I don't want you to die for glory, I want you to fight for victory!"
Sometimes...the two are the same...
Louis took the water bottle, rinsed his mouth, spat out the pink liquid, shook his head slightly, and looked intently at Davis:
"Winning the championship at thirty-eight! Becoming the boxing champion again! What a great script! Even if those stupid screenwriters in Hollywood emptied their brains of cream, they couldn't come up with a script like this!"
"Fuck! You're insane!"
The stadium was filled with deafening noise. The audience had just witnessed two rounds of bloody battles and was now excitedly exchanging their opinions and predictions.
Flashes of light went off intermittently, capturing every moment in the boxing ring.
"incredible!"
The commentator Max's voice echoed throughout the arena: "38-year-old Louis and 22-year-old Viktor are evenly matched! This completely defies the laws of boxing!"
Former heavyweight champion and guest commentator Kovacs shook his head and said, "Age is just a number, Max. Louis has something Victor doesn't—survival wisdom. He knows how to survive in this war."
"But what about physical fitness? What about endurance?"
Max countered with a question.
“That’s precisely Victor’s strength,”
Kovacs acknowledged this, "but if Louis can take him into the deep end, it might even work miracles. Victor never made it to the fifth round after gaining 400 pounds! Remember that."
The two boxers sprang up from their benches, as if their previous exhaustion was just an illusion.
They met in midfield, and Victor immediately launched a fierce attack, raining down heavy punches on Luis.
But the veteran didn't take the hit head-on; instead, he moved nimbly, drawing perfect defensive arcs with his footwork.
"Luis listened to the coach's advice!"
Max shouted, "He's moving! Use jabs to control the distance!"
Louis's left jabs, like a viper's tongue, repeatedly struck Victor's forehead. Although they missed, they effectively disrupted Victor's offensive rhythm.
In the stands, Louis's supporters saw this change and their hopes were rekindled.
"That's it, Joe! Move! Move!"
Davis roared in the corner, his fists clenched.
But Victor's attacks were relentless, like a tsunami.
His 400-pound weight made the ring tremble with every step he took; it was a display of primal power that inspired awe.
He was like a moving wall, gradually compressing Louis's space.
"Do you see it?"
Ethan yelled from Victor's corner, "He's running away! Go after him! Cut the ring in half!"
Victor followed instructions and began to strategically block Louis's movement routes.
The heavy punches were no longer thrown blindly, but were calculated based on Louis's evasive maneuvers.
A left hook grazed Louis's chin; even a mere graze was enough to make the veteran stagger.
The audience collectively gasped, as if the punch had landed on each of them.
"Victor is starting to adapt to Louis's movement patterns!"
Kovacs analyzed, "The learning ability of young boxers is terrifying! Especially those of Chinese descent, everyone knows they are very smart!"
Louis quickly regained his balance, but a hint of wariness flashed in his eyes.
He knew he could no longer rely solely on movement—Victor was too smart, too fast, and too powerful.
The veteran changed tactics and began to launch targeted attacks, with each counterattack landing precisely on Viktor's body.
"A smart move!"
Kovacs exclaimed, "The physical blows will wear down Viktor's breathing! It's preparing him for later!"
Midway through the round, Victor successfully cornered Louis.
A series of blows landed on Louis's torso like heavy hammers, producing dull thuds.
Louis was clearly in pain; his facial muscles contorted in agony.
"It's over! Louis is trapped!"
Max exclaimed.