Chapitre 91: Chapter 91: Why Won't He Fall?
"6, 5, 4..." When the referee counted to 5, Richard slowly stood up, shaking his chin, his footsteps a bit unsteady.
"Are you alright?" the referee shouted.
Richard nodded.
"Box!"
The match continued, and Vasily rushed forward again, his fists striking continuously, bang bang bang, hitting Richard's arms non-stop.
In the fifth round, after attacking continuously for two rounds, Vasily's energy consumption was also significant, so he had to make a final push to end the match in this round, otherwise, the later it went, the more disadvantageous it would be for him.
"Kill!" Vasily roared and threw a heavy punch.
Richard raised his fists to block, but the opponent's punches were fierce and powerful. He took a step back, his footsteps faltering.
"Richard is done, Vasily can finish him with one more punch," Schiller Duva said, putting down his binoculars.
"Vasily's punches are indeed powerful, Eddie. Maybe you can open champagne to celebrate in the next round," Al Haymon said to Eddie Hearn with a smile.
"I hope so." Eddie Hearn laughed. Their company had already negotiated a partnership with Vasily. Vasily's victory was also their company's victory, worth celebrating.
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Bang bang bang~
From the fifth round to the sixth round, Vasily continued to attack.
His thoughts were the same as those of the professionals. Richard was currently weak, and as long as he completely knocked him down, making him unable to get up for 10 seconds, he could end the match in this round, win, and become an international boxing champion.
Bang!
Vasily let loose and used his heaviest punches, constantly bombarding Richard's defense.
"Vasily, go for it!"
"Vasily, hit him hard!"
"Vasily, one more punch, Richard is about to fall."
The audience shouted from below.
"Kill!" Hearing the cheers from the audience, Vasily gritted his teeth and roared, punching Richard's left fist, then breaking through and hitting his side ear.
His head hit, and Richard took two steps back, leaning against the ropes, sweating profusely, panting, and swaying.
Damn ropes, if it weren't for the ropes, it would have been another knockdown.
"Kill!" Vasily chased after him again, attacking fiercely. Richard retreated while fighting back, occasionally using the clinch, fighting very tenaciously.
Bang bang bang~
Another round of heavy punches.
Vasily tried his best, constantly attacking Richard. Under his strong attacks, Richard's body was like a small boat, swaying, as if it would be swallowed by the waves in the next second.
But after several rounds of fierce attacks, Richard was still the same, swaying but not falling.
Damn it, why hasn't he fallen yet! Vasily stared at Richard, his eyes filled with anger. He gritted his teeth and swung his fist again. I'll see how long you can last, fall for me!!!
Bang bang bang!
"Why hasn't Richard fallen yet? This is not scientific!" Below the ring, Vasily's coach, Scott, frowned.
"It's okay, he won't last long," the assistant coach comforted him.
Scott shook his head, his brows furrowed.
According to his and Vasily's expectations, Richard could only last until the fifth round at most.
But the sixth round was almost over, and Vasily had attacked so many times, but still couldn't knock Richard down. There was obviously a problem.
Maybe Richard was stronger than everyone thought, and his stamina, defense, and ability to withstand blows were no worse than Vasily's.
If that was the case, the next match would be difficult.
Clang clang clang~
Three minutes passed quickly, and the sixth round ended.
Vasily exhaled and glanced at Richard with annoyance. This bastard was still swaying, even more than before, as if he was about to run out of breath.
But during the match, this bastard's blocking, dodging, and counterattacks were not vague at all. Was he acting?
Vasily frowned and walked to his corner, covered in sweat and panting.
"Scott, Richard is too tough. I hit his head several times, and if it were anyone else, they would definitely be knocked down. But Richard just swayed and stood firm again. I've never met anyone so resistant to punches before," Vasily said, taking a sip of water.
"This is easy to understand. Did you see his sparring partner, the guy with the white teeth? Paul Pilbert, a rising star in heavyweight boxing, his punching power is extremely strong, just like Shannon Briggs. Training with someone like that, Richard's ability to withstand blows is naturally not weak," Scott said.
Vasily glanced over there and nodded.
"Next, you have two choices. One is to reduce the frequency of attacks, save energy, and observe the opponent. This is safer, but it also gives the opponent time to rest, so your previous attacks would be wasted.
The second choice is to continue attacking and win the match in one go. Richard attacked for three rounds before, and his stamina is greatly depleted. Under your attacks, his face and head have also been severely injured. I don't think he can last much longer, unless he really is Superman."
"What if his weakness is all an act, and he still has a lot of energy left?" Vasily frowned.
Scott shook his head. "Impossible. If he were that good, he wouldn't choose this tactic. He hasn't been fighting for long, and his overall strength is definitely not as good as yours."
Vasily nodded.
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"Richard, the match is now at a critical moment. The opponent has attacked for three rounds and his stamina is greatly depleted. At this time, he has two choices.
One is to continue attacking and try to end the match in this round, otherwise, he will lose his advantage later. If he chooses to attack, you must try your best to defend and hold on for a while longer. In the next round, the advantage will be on your side.
If he chooses to delay the attack, then you need to find a way to consume his stamina, drag the match to the end, and slowly expand your advantage," Alvin said.
"I understand!" Richard said, leaning against the post.
"Richard, your nose injury is more serious. You need to be careful not to injure your nose again," Dr. El warned.
"Okay!"
Clang clang clang~ The seventh round was about to begin.
"How will they fight this round? Vasily didn't knock down Richard last round, now he can only fight for points," Schiller Duva said, playing with his binoculars.
"Yes, the match has reached the seventh round, and it's not easy for either side to fight. Richard's stamina is greatly depleted, and it's difficult for him to defend. Vasily is also in a difficult situation. If he can't win the match in this round, it will be difficult later on," Al Haymon said.
"Will Vasily still attack in this round?" someone asked.
"Definitely. If he doesn't continue attacking, the attacks in the previous rounds will be wasted. He has to attack at this time," Schiller Duva laughed.
"At this time, it depends on the endurance of both sides. Richard is almost done. As long as Vasily grits his teeth and holds on for a while longer, he can definitely knock Richard down again," Eddie Hearn said.
"Not necessarily. From the fourth round onwards, Richard looked like he was done for, his legs were wobbly, but why hasn't he fallen down in the seventh round?" someone asked.
"..." The people in the audience suddenly fell silent. Yes, this guy has been holding on for three rounds, which is too abnormal.
Bang bang bang~
The match on the stage started again.
As everyone expected, Vasily still chose to attack, expanding his lead.
"Kill!" He growled in his throat and punched hard with his left hand, using a feint to deceive Richard, and while the opponent was unprepared, swung his fist at Richard's nose.
As long as he broke Richard's nose and made him bleed profusely, he could win.
But Richard reacted quickly, quickly tilting his head to avoid the decisive punch.
However, he dodged too quickly, his footsteps faltered, and he almost fell again.
"Whoa, almost!"
"What a pity!"
There was another exclamation from the audience.
Vasily also secretly sighed with regret and followed up with a fierce attack.
Bang bang~
Richard dodged a few punches sideways, then stepped forward and hugged Vasily.
'Fuck, this move again!' Vasily gritted his teeth in hatred. He's not a woman, what's the point of always hugging? If it weren't for the foul of hitting the back of the head, he really wanted to punch this clingy guy to death.
"Richard, let go of Vasily!" Vasily's fans shouted from below the stage.
Richard didn't care what others thought. In boxing, although the clinch was unsightly, it was very effective. Many people who were good at this tactic defeated their opponents with it, such as boxing champions Lewis and Holyfield, who were both masters of this tactic.
When the referee came over and separated them, the two continued the match.
Richard still stubbornly defended, occasionally seizing opportunities to create some trouble for the opponent with jabs.
After attacking for four rounds, Vasily also gradually reduced the frequency of his attacks and began to fight defensively.
The two fought in this sticky manner for three rounds.
The match was dragged into the eleventh round.
By this time, both sides had been fighting for half an hour, and their stamina, endurance, and speed had all reached a poor state.
At the same time, the match also had to come to a conclusion.
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6,000 words today (*^▽^*)
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(End of Chapter)
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