Capítulo 92: Chapter 92: Are You Acting?
"It's not easy. Richard has been unsteady since the fifth round, but by the end of the tenth round, he still hasn't fallen. Something doesn't seem right about this guy," Schiller Duva frowned, watching the boxing ring from the audience.
"Could he be pretending, deliberately using this tactic to lure Vasily into attacking?" Al Haymon said, stroking his chin.
"It seems that way now," Schiller Duva said slowly. "From the first round, he took the initiative to attack, fiercely attacking for three and a half rounds, sending a false message to Vasily, telling him, 'My stamina is almost exhausted, I can barely stand, I'm easy to beat, come and hit me.' Although Vasily is very steady, he still fell for that guy's trick. Hehe, I heard that Richard is also an actor, and now it seems that his acting skills are pretty good. He not only fooled Vasily, but even us."
Everyone fell silent after hearing this.
"Impossible, this is a boxing ring, not a Broadway stage. To fake it here, Vasily couldn't possibly not see through it," Eddie Hearn said, putting down his pen.
"What if his acting skills are so good that he fooled Vasily?" someone asked.
"Hmph, even if he fooled Vasily, he can't fool the referee. According to my statistics, the current score between the two is roughly 98:72, with Richard trailing by more than 20 points. There are only two rounds left in the match, can he catch up? If he can't catch up and loses the match, no matter whether his previous performance was real or fake, it's meaningless," Eddie Hearn waved his hand and said.
"Makes sense!"
"That's right! Winning is the most important thing."
Clang clang clang~
The eleventh round began, and Richard stood up with the help of the ropes and walked to the center of the ring.
"Richard, I heard you're also an actor?" Vasily asked, staring at his wobbly knees.
"Yes, my new movie 'The Perfect Murder' is about to be released. I play the second male lead, and I did a great job. You can go watch it when you have time," Richard said, panting.
The corner of Vasily's mouth twitched. Damn it, he's still promoting his movie at a time like this.
"Then are you acting now?" Vasily pointed at his knees and asked.
"You guess!" Richard smiled, shaking his knees.
"Hmph, whether it's real or fake, it doesn't matter. In the face of true strength, all conspiracies and tricks are useless," Vasily said with a dark face.
"You're right." Richard smiled lightly.
"Box!"
The match started again. Richard raised his fists, staring intently at his opponent, and Vasily looked at him too.
"Fight!" the audience shouted from below.
This time, Richard took the initiative to attack, swinging his fist at the opponent's left defense.
Bang!
Vasily blocked with his left hand, and his right fist came straight over.
Richard didn't dodge, his left fist suddenly turned from virtual to real, hitting the opponent's head hard. He used a jab, fast and accurate.
"Is this a mutual destruction?" The audience stared intently at the two fists.
Now Richard had given up defense and chosen this desperate style of fighting. Vasily had two choices, one was to give up defense and fight him desperately, and the other was to change tactics midway and choose defense.
Bang! Bang!
Vasily chose the first option.
His fist hit Richard's side face, and Richard's fist also hit the opponent's left chin.
Shuffle~
Vasily staggered two steps, then steadied his footing.
Thump~
Richard bumped into the post and fell to the ground.
"Whoa~"
There was an exclamation from the audience.
"Haha, what do you think now?" Eddie Hearn laughed.
"Richard really has no strength left. It seems his previous weakness was not an act," Schiller Duva sighed.
"Ah, I thought there would be a surprise, but there was nothing. It's really disappointing," Al Haymon shrugged.
"But Richard being able to hold on until the eleventh round is not bad. I heard he doesn't have a management company yet. Does anyone want to sign him?" Eddie Hearn smiled. They had chosen Vasily and naturally looked down on the loser, Richard.
"We've been in contact with him. Richard said he wants to win the championship belt first before considering cooperation. Now it seems, he won't get the belt."
"Haha, this guy is young, but his ambition is not small."
"Yes, this should be the end of the match, right? Huh~, Richard is up again," someone exclaimed.
In the ring, the referee only counted to 5, and Richard stood up again.
Bang bang bang~
In the ring, as soon as he stood up, Vasily started attacking again. As long as he gave Richard another heavy blow, there would be no suspense in this match.
Richard looked so weak, even if he wanted to continue the match, the referee would stop it.
So the victory or defeat was in the last punch.
He gritted his teeth and fiercely attacked Richard, using all his remaining strength.
Bang bang~
But Richard still performed tenaciously, retreating while fighting, and using the clinch again, which was very annoying.
Clang clang clang~
Soon, the eleventh round ended.
Richard and Vasily walked to their respective corners, both swaying, equally exhausted, the sweat on their bodies reflecting the light.
"Richard, you're going to lose." When he came down this time, Paul didn't come to help him, just crossed his arms and complained with a pout, "I bet 30,000 on you, and this is how you fight, it's too disappointing."
"Shut up, you go down!" Alvin shouted.
"Fine, I'll go down. Someone looks tough, but when they meet a real master, they become a wimp, hmph~" Paul walked away with a pout.
Richard leaned against the post and twitched the corner of his mouth.
"Richard, don't listen to him, you're still young, it's okay to lose a match," Alvin comforted him.
"Yes, Richard, you fought well this time," Dr. El said.
"Ahem, Richard, actually I didn't bet much on you, only 200 dollars, you don't have to feel pressured," Old Tang said.
Richard opened his eyes. "You only bet 200?"
"Haha, yes, you know, I don't like gambling. Luckily, I didn't bet more this time," Old Tang grinned, his lips dry.
"Alright!" Richard nodded.
"Richard, go for it!" Susan and the others ran to the front at some point and waved their hands, shouting loudly.
"Richard, go for it!" Bundchen shouted, pursing her lips.
Richard smiled and waved his fist at them.
"Richard, the match is about to start," Alvin reminded him.
"Okay!" Richard slowly stood up and walked towards the ring.
"Hey, Richard, didn't you say you're Superman and no one can beat you? Look at you now, you look like a wimp," someone shouted from the audience.
"Haha~"
These words were a slap in the face and caused a burst of laughter.
Richard ignored them and continued walking forward.
"Fake Superman!" someone shouted from the audience.
"Fake Superman!" Soon, many people followed suit.
Richard smiled slightly and calmly walked to the center of the ring.
"Roy, how was that slap in the face?" a black man in the audience chuckled.
"Not bad! Very skillful!" Roy Jones grinned and gave a thumbs up.
"Haha, look how arrogant he was before, saying even you couldn't beat him, now his face is swollen."
"Just a guy who talks big."
Roy Jones curled his lips, his eyes passing over Richard and looking at the opposite...
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