Bab 93: Chapter 93: Sorry, You Lost
Clang, clang, clang~
The match started again, Richard and Vasily faced each other, the battle imminent.
Suddenly, Richard made an unexpected move. He took a step back and bowed slightly to Vasily.
"Huh~, what's he doing?"
"Surrendering?"
The people below the stage wondered.
Vasily also frowned, wondering what this guy was up to.
"Vasily, sorry, you lost!" Richard smiled slightly.
"What? I lost?" Vasily twitched his lips, was this guy crazy?
Richard waved his fist and smiled, "Please defend yourself, or you'll get hurt!"
"Hmph!" Vasily scoffed, but clenched his fists and stood ready.
"Box!"
The referee looked at the two, his hand waving down in the middle.
"Kill!" Richard raised his fist, suddenly roared, and swung his right fist, smashing it hard towards Vasily's head with tremendous force.
Vasily nimbly moved a step, while raising his arm to block. He knew Richard's strength, after fighting for so long, he had no strength left, this punch wouldn't be too powerful, he was confident...
Bang!
But just as he blocked Richard's punch.
He felt a tremendous force hit his fist, like a sledgehammer, pushing his fist and hitting his cheek again.
Bang!
In the violent impact, his head suddenly shifted to the left, feeling dizzy, and his upper body couldn't help but fall to the left.
How could this be?!!!
Vasily was shocked, how could there be such great power? The previous punch clearly had no strength, why was this happening?
In shock, he subconsciously moved his feet to prevent himself from falling. This was a boxer's instinctive reaction. With more experience in matches, it was not easy to be knocked down.
Shuffle~ He staggered two steps to the left, just about to stabilize his body.
Bang!
Suddenly another quick punch hit his left chin heavily.
So fast!
Poof~
The mouthpiece flew out of his mouth, and the sweat on his head splashed out.
Vasily felt dizzy, the world spinning, and his whole body couldn't help but fall to the ground.
Bang!
Another punch hit his right shoulder.
Everything before happened too quickly, like slow motion. By the time his shoulder was punched, his body had turned halfway in the air.
Suddenly, the flow of time seemed to accelerate, and his body fell rapidly.
Bang, he hit the floor heavily, and then slid back a step, hitting the sponge column.
Bang!
Vasily fell.
The entire audience widened their eyes, staring at the boxing ring, dumbfounded.
What happened?
How did Vasily fall?
Everyone was recalling.
Before the twelfth round started, Richard bowed to Vasily. At the beginning of the match, he roared and suddenly threw a right punch, hitting Vasily's left fist hard.
At that time, everyone thought Vasily could easily dodge it, just like the previous rounds. Richard had no strength left, even if he hit Vasily's face, it wouldn't be very powerful.
But the result was beyond everyone's expectations. That punch was powerful and heavy, hitting Vasily's fist and then hitting Vasily's left face through the fist.
Then everyone saw Vasily's body shift and fall to the right. At this time, Vasily had not yet fallen, he took two steps back, trying to stabilize his body.
But at this moment, Richard's second punch followed the first, catching up to Vasily's cheek with incredible speed.
That punch was too fast, almost too fast to see clearly.
Just like that, Vasily fell completely to the ground.
The speed of the fall was extremely fast, but unexpectedly, Richard's third punch followed the second, directly hitting Vasily's shoulder.
Three punches in a row, each faster than the last, the speed and timing were perfect.
Bang!
Vasily was knocked to the ground, and because of the push of the last punch, he hit the column again.
Everything happened too fast and too suddenly, no one expected it.
At the same time, everyone was secretly surprised.
How did Richard still have so much power?
How could he have such speed?
Could his weakness be all an act?
"This guy is too... sinister," Roy Jones Jr. said in disbelief from the audience.
"Roy, if you were to face him, are you confident you could beat him?" his companion asked.
"Of course, I could knock down a guy like him who only knows how to scheme in three rounds," Roy Jones said confidently.
"Haha, I really hope he can enter the finals, so you can easily defend your championship," his companion laughed.
"It doesn't matter, whoever comes is the same." Roy Jones stared at the guy on the stage, clenching his fists tightly.
"This guy Richard is interesting!" In the second-floor audience, Schiller Duva, Al Haymon, Eddie Hearn, and nine other promoters stared at the boxing ring, their faces full of shock.
It turned out that the previous guesses were all true.
Everything was Richard's plan. He started planning from the moment he appeared, attacking in the first three rounds, defending in rounds four, five, six, and seven, and continuing to consume Vasily's stamina in rounds eight, nine, and ten.
In the eleventh round, he could have started to counterattack, but to ensure nothing went wrong, he took an extremely risky action, exchanging punches with Vasily.
On the one hand, he was testing Vasily's strength, and on the other hand, he was showing weakness, continuing to lure Vasily into attacking, to squeeze out Vasily's last bit of strength.
If there was no such test, in the twelfth round, he might not be able to achieve the effect of a surprise victory. His points in the first eleven rounds were less than Vasily's, so he had to successfully KO the opponent to win.
His risky move succeeded. Vasily's punch let him know the opponent's strength and also triggered Vasily's attack.
In the twelfth round, Richard was sure of victory. He had endured for twelve rounds just for the final outburst.
"Hahaha, what a great young man, what a wonderful match!" The old man, Bernard Parker, stood up laughing and clapped his hands.
Clap clap clap!
Schiller Duva and the others clapped along.
Clap clap clap~
Then the thousands of spectators on the second floor clapped along.
Clap clap clap clap~
More than 10,000 people stood up and applauded vigorously.
The applause of more than 10,000 people was like a tsunami, rumbling~
"Richard, you are the champion!" Paul suddenly shouted, raising his fist.
"Richard, champion!"
"Richard, champion!"
"Richard, champion!"
Everyone in the audience shouted in unison, starting sporadically, then becoming unified, rumbling~ deafening.
Richard stood in the boxing ring, suddenly his legs went weak, and he almost fell off the stage.
"Be careful!" Bundchen exclaimed.
Richard grabbed the ropes and steadied himself.
"Honey, hold on, you're about to win," Bundchen shouted.
Richard smiled slightly and punched his chest.
"Whoa!" Suddenly, there was an exclamation from the audience.
Richard turned his head curiously and saw Vasily, who was lying on the ground, slowly standing up.
(End of chapter)
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