The basis for Feng Bujue and Snow's judgment was simple, because they had already seen a message from the Viking's recent punches — "The probing is over."
From the perspective of an outsider, the Viking's slowing down of his attack seemed to indicate that he had yet to find a way to break through his opponent's defense.
But in reality … this was a performance of "victory in hand." He was using his actions to tell Mirror Shield, "I have already made preparations to win and can end this match anytime. But … I can still give you a chance to counterattack and make you accept your defeat wholeheartedly."
Mirror Shield, who was equally capable, naturally understood this point. He knew … that just now, that one and only "counterattack punch" … had already exposed his "distance" to his opponent. Following this, his counterattack and offense would be completely ineffective, and breaking through his defense … was only a matter of time.
In this match without the guidance of a coach and without the interval between rounds, it was unlikely for Mirror Shield to rely on his own thinking to reverse this disadvantage on a technical level. Therefore, he could only make use of the last "chance" given by the Viking and give it his all for the final gamble.
This was a risk, and in a sense, it could also be seen as a "trap" set by the Viking.
But … Mirror Shield had no choice. Because his standard was not low, he knew that he had no choice but to charge into this "trap."
If he could charge through it, there would still be hope for victory. If he couldn't … the outcome would be no different.
If he persisted in his current defensive stance, he might be able to hold on for a while longer, but … that would be nothing more than a slow death.
Puff —
Two seconds later, Mirror Shield struck out with his first attack in this match — a left hand jab.
His footsteps and posture also changed the moment he switched from defense to offense.
"Feint." In the same second, Feng Bujue and Snow muttered the same word in their hearts.
Puff —
The second punch, followed closely by a straight right hand.
Looking at it together with the first punch, this was a very common "combo." The first punch would attract the opponent's attention, and the second punch would strike.
But …
"It's still a feint." Brother Bujue and Snow had already seen through that Mirror Shield was not using such a simple method.
Hu —
Sure enough, in that split second, the mirror shield punched out a third time.
"This is the killing move …" This time, Feng Bujue directly muttered these words.
Mirror Shield's third punch was a straight left punch. However, its power was vastly different from the second punch, which was also a straight left punch. At the moment of the punch, Mirror Shield's knee was bent forward, increasing the power of the punch to the point where it could "knock down" or even "KO" the opponent.
Objectively speaking, this set of "one stab, two straight" combo was not complicated. The technical difficulty was mainly focused on the third punch.
However, as far as the "surprise" effect was concerned, it was still acceptable. Because Mirror Shield was right-handed, it was obvious that he had thought it through before choosing this "left, right, left" punching pattern.
Unfortunately, his intentions did not escape the eyes of the Vikings.
After blocking the first punch and preparing to use a slap to deal with the second punch, the Vikings instantly understood the truth of the second punch being a feint.
Hence, he directly ignored the second punch, pressing both his elbows against his body and lowering his head. As he forcefully received the second punch, he used 120% of his attention … to stare at Mirror Shield's left hand.
As for Mirror Shield, he had actually thrown out the third punch.
Everything … was within the Vikings' control. When Mirror Shield's third punch was about to explode, he leaned forward and snatched the right side of Mirror Shield's chest.
Bang —
Immediately after, a powerful punch landed solidly on the right side of Mirror Shield's chin.
Before Mirror Shield's third punch could be completely straightened, he had already lost his balance due to the impact on his chin. In order to increase the power of his punch, he had bent his knee and bent forward, which had instead aided the Viking's punch.
K.O. There was no dispute about the outcome.
This time, the hoarse voice didn't even need to count down because Mirror Shield had directly lost consciousness after collapsing to the ground.
Situations like this where the contestant was temporarily unconscious were common in all kinds of fighting competitions … Especially when the chin was punched, because the cerebellum and cerebellum would be affected, the person who was hit would easily fall to the ground and be unable to get up.
"Victor! Viking! "When a few sailors carried the dazed Mirror Shield out of the boxing ring, the hoarse voice had already raised the Viking's right hand and loudly announced the outcome of the match.
The crowd immediately let out cheers, but … this time, the cheers were lukewarm.
This was because … most of the people had placed their bets on the Viking. Hence, the returns from his odds were limited, and even if he won, he wouldn't earn much.
After a dozen seconds, when the surroundings gradually quietened down, the hoarse voice continued, "Alright … today's deck boxing match is about to end …"
"Wait a moment!" All of a sudden, a long howl came from above, interrupting the hoarse voice's words.
The originally dispirited pirates who were about to disperse were all attracted by this howl as they looked towards the source of the sound.
The one who shouted … wasn't anyone else but Feng Bujue.
"Hmm?" Although the hoarse voice was displeased with the other party's interruption, he naturally had to be courteous when he saw that it was Brother Jue. "Mister Feng … may I ask … what advice do you have?"
At this moment, Feng Bujue gave a meaningful glance to his two teammates who were similarly clueless as to what he was up to. Following which, he leaped down from the rope net.
Hong Hu and Snow looked at each other in dismay, each revealing a helpless expression before following suit.
"I wouldn't dare to give advice," after Brother Jue landed, he coincidentally stood on a wooden box at the edge of the 'boxing ring'. He looked towards the hoarse voice a few meters away and said, "I only wish to say … to be able to witness such an exciting match today, it's an honor. But … it's a pity that the defending champion's appearance was a little too short. Therefore, I hope that … this Viking brother can fight another round and broaden our horizons. "
"This …" As the hoarse voice spoke, he turned his head to look at the Garlic Trio and muttered, "This isn't too appropriate …"
After pausing for half a second, he glanced at the Viking and said, "You see … the Viking has just finished a match …"
"It's fine." Unexpectedly, the Viking revealed an eager expression and said, "It's just as well. I haven't fought to my heart's content yet …" He glanced at Mirror Shield who was lying outside the ring and was slowly waking up and said, "Although Mirror Shield fought well, from the results … he didn't cause me too much trouble. After the match just now, I didn't suffer any injuries and my stamina was still abundant. Treating it as a 'warm-up' doesn't seem to be inappropriate. "
"Heh … I think so too." Feng Bujue smiled and paused for a second before looking at Garlic Bro and the others. "I think … everyone would like to see … what kind of result would a Viking compete with us, the 'passengers' outside of the pirate crew."
On the surface, his words were said for everyone to hear, but in fact, he was hinting to Garlic Bro who had the 'real decision-making power'. His meaning was — you guys will profit from this bet.
"Yeah! Seems pretty interesting. "
"Viking, we support you!"
"Yes, yes, let's have a match."
"Let's have a match … let's have a match … let's have a match …"
The pirates didn't mind too much trouble. Moreover … Brother Jue's words were indeed quite inciting.
In less than half a minute, the surrounding crowd began to shout "let's have a match" in unison. It seemed … this battle was inevitable.
"Hmph … alright." Finally, Garlic Bro, who had been sitting there silently taking notes, stood up and said to Feng Bujue, "But … are you sure you can fight?"
After asking this question, Garlic Bro briefly explained the settings of the 'boxing gloves' to Brother Jue, and then said, "I think … Mr. Feng, your strength has already exceeded the upper limit of the suppression of the boxing gloves, right?"
"Oh, so that's what you're worried about." Brother Jue listened calmly. "I didn't say that I would fight personally."
Just as he said the word 'personally', Hong Hu, who was standing behind him, very cleverly took a step back …
As for Snow, who had little experience in the martial arts world … he stood there stupidly, waiting for Feng Bujue's next sentence.
"This match …" The next second, Feng Bujue turned around, raised his finger, and pointed at Snow. "This Brother Snow, who is known as the most talented man in the past two thousand years of Ultraman's Fist, will be the one to face the Vikings."
"Huh?" Snow didn't realize what was going on until his name appeared in the sentence.
After a full five seconds, when everyone shifted their gaze to him, he realized in hindsight that he had been tricked.
"Uh …" As a gentleman, Snow wouldn't lose his composure in front of everyone. He just silently muttered to Feng Bujue in his heart, "F * ck …"
…
Things were progressing smoothly, and the efficiency of the pirates was astonishing.
In a short ten minutes, a series of trivial matters such as setting the odds, placing bets, and clearing the venue had been arranged.
In order to cooperate with the completion of this side mission, the system gave the players a prompt, [Players who participate in the boxing match can take off their upper body clothes], and relaxed the dress standards for Snow.
Therefore, Snow, who had been "plotted against" by Brother Jue, put on his boxing gloves, bare-chested, and prepared to fight.
"Are you trying to kill me?" There was still some time before the match. Snow confirmed the tightness of the gauntlet and narrowed his eyes at Brother Jue. "Furthermore, I have to die with the title of 'Inheritor of Ultraman's Fist', which sounds like a pain in the ass …"
"Brother Snow, that's not right." Unexpectedly, before Brother Jue could refute, Hong Hu said to Snow, "I think … Brother Feng didn't mean that. Even if you're not a member of the Blackbeard Pirates, the 'no killing' rule won't have any effect. Besides … the other party is also wearing boxing gloves. Even if he really wants to kill you … it'll be difficult."
What he said made a lot of sense, but … Brother Jue didn't seem to appreciate it.
"In fact, whether you die or not, it's really not within the scope of my consideration …" After Hong Hu finished speaking, Feng Bujue said to Snow, "The reason why I pushed you to participate in the competition is … Among the three of us, only you meet the 'competition criteria.'" He paused for half a second and added, "Hong Hu and I are too strong in our fighting specialization and physical abilities. It's well beyond the limits of the boxing gloves … So, the two of us can't participate in this boxing match. In other words … from the beginning, you're the only feasible executor of this side mission. "
"Hmph … Then I can only blame the system, right?" Snow responded with a bitter smile.
"What's there to blame?" Feng Bujue said. "You're just going to participate in an unofficial boxing match. The worst case scenario is that you'll be beaten into a pulp. Why don't you say … I fought back for the last side mission with a 'saber.'"
"Why does it sound like you've accidentally said 'life' instead of 'saber' when you say this …" Snow narrowed his eyes and said, "And … How much do you care about the loss of equipment … Are you planning to talk about it for the rest of your life?"
"That's none of your business." Feng Bujue said, "My initial plan is to talk about this until the end of this scenario. Do you have any objections?"
"Okay, okay … That kind of thing will do." Hong Hu spoke again before the bickering between the two of them escalated, trying to bring the topic back on track. "Let's talk about the boxing match …" He looked at Snow. "Are you confident?"
"No." Snow's reply was crisp and clear. Regardless of his expression or tone, there was no sign of him lying.
"Hmm …" The corner of Hong Hu's mouth twitched twice. "I thought … you were an expert …"
"I am indeed an expert … And I even invited …" When Snow said this, he almost blurted out the name of a famous boxing coach. Fortunately, he realized in time that it was inappropriate to say this, so he immediately changed his words. "… I hired a professional coach to guide me. In total … I've trained for about two years … Even if I wanted to take the test for a professional boxer's license, it would be more than enough." He paused. "But because I'm an expert, I understand that my chances of winning are very slim …
"Not to mention that my opponent's weight is at least three levels higher than mine, and his height and arm span are also longer than mine … Just based on skills alone, the Viking is better than me in all aspects. Not to mention … his advantage in this kind of competition and his' boxing talent 'that makes people despair."
"Is that so …" Hong Hu heard that and pushed up his glasses. "Does that mean … the system gave you an impossible mission?"
"How is that possible?" Feng Bujue continued. "You've been playing this game for so long, when did the system give you that kind of impossible mission?" He spread out his hands. "In the end … it's your idea of 'using proper boxing skills to defeat your opponent' that's wrong."
"Oh?" Hearing Brother Bujue's words, Snow and Hong Hu's faces showed a hint of evil at the same time. "What you mean is …"
"Hmph …" Feng Bujue crossed his arms in front of his chest and put on a confident look. "It's time to let these naive pirates know what the real 'underground boxing' is …"
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