"Guys! I think everyone can't wait any longer … "After a few minutes, all the preparations were completed. The hoarse voice came to the center of the ring again to stir up the atmosphere." This is the first time since the start of the 'Deck Boxing Tournament' that players other than the pirates are participating. And they are challenging … our one and only … the Vikings! "
For a moment, the crowd was in an uproar.
Most of the pirates obviously supported the Vikings — in this kind of "restricted" competition, his ability to win consecutive matches was unquestionable.
However, there were also many people who had placed their bets on Snow. Not for any other reason, but because his odds were very high.
It wasn't that Garlic Bro and the others wanted to raise the odds, but Snow's slightly frail figure didn't seem to be able to withstand a beating …
Although Snow's figure was not bad compared to ordinary people, and it was obvious that he was the kind of person who usually worked out, but … compared to this group of muscular pirates whose arms were thicker than your legs … he was still a small and skinny guy.
"The two of you, please come to the center." After attracting the attention of the audience, the hoarse voice gathered the two boxers and was about to announce the start of the match.
According to the rules, he still patiently repeated the rules and asked, "Do you all understand?"
Snow and the Vikings immediately gave him an affirmative answer.
After getting the answer, the hoarse voice took a few steps back. "Good! Then … I announce … the match between the 'most talented man in the last 2,000 years of the Arte Godfists', Snow, and our 'forty-six matches, forty-six victories, unparalleled skill, and frightening defending champion', the Viking … "
He mixed the introduction and the opening speech together and dragged it out for a long time …
"Now … start!" The hoarse voice could always exit the ring at the same time as he finished his sentence. It was as though he had eyes on the back of his head.
"Ha …" Just as his hoarse voice uttered the word "begin", Snow slowly raised his left fist with a smile on his face and extended it forward.
His action could be considered as a sign of goodwill in the boxing ring.
Of course, it wasn't a request for the opponent to be merciful … It was just a courteous gesture similar to the handshakes of the captains before a football match.
At this moment, as an opponent, he should also extend a fist and lightly touch the opponent's fist … Only then would he enter the "duel state".
The Vikings naturally knew about such common knowledge. Moreover, he was a man with the demeanor of a great general. Therefore, he responded without any hesitation.
Who would have thought …
Hu — —
Just as the Viking slowly extended his right hand, preparing to lightly touch his opponent's outstretched fist …
Snow suddenly took a step forward, swinging his right arm and punching at the opponent's head.
"F * ck!" The Vikings were shocked.
Snow's behavior, to put it more vividly … was like giving you a slap on the face with his left hand when you let your guard down when he extended his right hand to shake your hand.
Even the pirates couldn't bear to watch such a tasteless thing. The crowd suddenly burst out with cries of "Honrichet" and "Walter F * ck".
But no matter what … this wasn't against the rules, so the competition continued.
"B * stard brat …" At that critical moment, the Vikings instinctively lowered his head and retreated, barely withstanding the punch with his left shoulder. At the same time, he was cursing in his heart. "You actually dare to play such petty tricks in front of me …"
As the punch came too suddenly, the Vikings' defensive actions and strength adjustment weren't in place. This caused his left arm to feel slightly numb after taking the punch.
Fortunately, he was experienced and didn't give Snow a chance to pursue. He immediately raised his left arm and threw two jabs at his opponent.
These two jabs weren't for the sake of gaining any advantage, but to "substitute offense for defense" and force his opponent to retreat.
"Tsk … He's as watertight as I imagined …" On the other side, Snow was thinking in his heart. "Using extreme movements to minimize the damage from my sneak attack, and quickly making use of the advantage of his arm reach … Restricting my pursuit and gaining precious time to adjust … Can such a 'boxing champion' really be defeated by 'tricks' …"
Indeed, even now, Snow didn't have much confidence in this matter. But … since Brother Jue had brought him to this stage, he had to give it his all and think of a way to win this match.
The next second, Snow raised both his fists to protect the sides of his head. He lowered his upper body as much as possible and charged into the Vikings' embrace.
"What is he trying to do now?" The Vikings didn't panic, and neither did his stance.
Hu — Pu.
Immediately after, Snow's left hook bypassed the Vikings' defensive hand and hit the latter's torso from the side.
With the Vikings' sturdy muscles, a few punches to the torso would definitely not cause any damage.
After being punched, the Vikings took the opportunity to retreat. With steady steps, he circled around his opponent clockwise and threw a straight left punch at Snow.
Bang!
The punch was powerful, but Snow had already returned to a defensive stance, using the outer sides of his fists to protect his head.
After blocking this blow, Snow repeated the same trick and once again leaned forward to dash forward.
Hu — Hu —
This time, he launched a few quick short uppercuts at close range, aiming for the Viking's chin.
"So that's how it is …" The Vikings retreated and blocked, but he still didn't suffer any substantial damage. "So this is your plan …"
The Vikings retreated and circled around, but Snow followed him like a shadow, charging into his opponent's embrace with an extremely low defensive stance.
"From the very beginning, he's given up on the intention to 'exchange blows' with me. He's completely ignoring my actions and using this method of 'continuous close-range pressure' …" As the Viking thought of this, he had already retreated to the corner of the ring and was caught by Snow.
Puff, puff, puff —
While hugging his opponent, Snow seized the opportunity to hit the right side of his opponent's torso, as though he was racing against time.
"In close-range combat … using such punches that don't have much power but can't be defended … to continuously attack my liver …" Seeing this, the Vikings sneered in his heart. "Hmph … to think that I was looking forward to it for such a long time. In the end … it's just an opponent of this standard …"
"Kid …" At this moment, the Vikings suddenly spoke to Snow. "Do you think … after entering the 'close-range combat' state, you can bring the match into your mediocre rhythm?"
Snow didn't respond to his words and only continued to throw punches silently.
"Indeed, 'deck boxing' doesn't have a referee. When you stick close like this … no one will come and separate us," the Vikings said. "But you seem to have neglected something …"
At this point, he stretched out his arms and caught Snow in his arms.
"What?" In a split second, Snow's arms and torso above his elbows were encircled by his opponent's thick arms and body, and he couldn't move. "This …"
"Hey! Referee! "When Feng Bujue saw that the situation was not good, he immediately looked at the person with the broken voice and shouted," What's going on? Have you changed to a classical wrestling match? "
"Hugging and killing has always been allowed," the person with the broken voice said calmly. "Just as the Vikings said … we don't have a referee in this boxing match. So, we have to think of a way to prevent the frequent behavior of 'hugging the opponent at every turn and trying to wear the opponent down slowly through a battle of attrition.'" The man with the hoarse voice said calmly, "Just as the Vikings said … We don't have a referee in this boxing match.
"Tsk … This kind of thing should have been told to us before the fight …" Feng Bujue muttered under his breath, but he didn't complain further because he knew that it would be useless to say it now.
"Heh …" On the other hand, Snow, who was enduring the Viking's' death in his arms', naturally heard the conversation between his Brother Bujue and the broken voice. He immediately smiled bitterly and thought to himself, 'I was too careless … No wonder no one used' close-range combat 'in the previous two matches. The reason the four boxers were' walking 'from the beginning to the end is because … no one wants to stick close to the opponent and engage in a game of strength …'
While he was thinking, his body started to creak. It seemed like the bones in his arms and the ribs in his torso were almost at their limits.
"Kid … broken bones aren't considered a 'disability'. If you think that clenching your teeth and breaking a few bones can make me lose … then you're thinking too much." The Viking had a huge advantage in terms of physique. The 'death in his arms' was obviously a very physically exhausting activity, but he could still find the strength to speak during the process. "I advise you to surrender now so that you can suffer less …"
"Heh heh …" Snow laughed. "Mister Champion … you seem to have neglected something …"
As soon as he finished speaking, something strange happened.
Just when the surrounding audience thought that the Viking was about to win … Snow exerted his strength and broke free from his opponent's arms.
"Oh … you …" The Viking was surprised. The strength of the skinny kid in his arms had far exceeded his expectations.
"Just now, I didn't know I could use this kind of action … I wasn't prepared, so I was a little confused." Snow struggled to break free from his opponent's arms as he gritted his teeth and muttered, "If we're really going to compete in strength … I'm not at a disadvantage …"
He wasn't wrong. In terms of "physical fitness," the players were definitely not at a disadvantage.
Although Snow, who had been leveling up the entire time, was weaker in terms of specialization, the 'physical fitness' of a character was only related to the 'level'.
And the physical fitness of a level 40 player had long surpassed the standard of an ordinary human … by a lot.
The 'Gauntlet of Limits' would only 'restrict combat power that exceeded a certain value', but it wouldn't 'weaken the wearer's combat power proportionally'. For example, if the limit of the gauntlet was' below 10 ', then … when a person with combat power of 15 wore it, his combat power would become 10; and when a person with combat power of 10 wore it, his combat power would also become 10.
Without a doubt, the original combat power of the Viking and Snow were both above the limit of the gauntlet. Therefore, no matter who had the higher combat power, after wearing the gauntlet, there was no difference in their strength and speed.
The difference between them … was mainly reflected in the few aspects of height, weight, arm span, and muscle strength.
But in this phase of 'wrestling', these advantages of the Viking were of no use …
"Damn it …" After hesitating for about ten seconds, the Viking gave up. He knew that in this duel of 'grip' and 'struggle', the latter would save more effort. If this continued, he would be at a disadvantage.
Therefore, he suddenly diverted the force and retreated two steps to the side, taking advantage of the situation to launch two punches at Snow.
Snow's reaction wasn't slow either. The moment the Viking released his grip, he knew that there would be a follow-up move. He didn't stop making evasive movements … Once again, he assumed a super low posture, swayed his body left and right, and once again displayed the oppressive tactic of constantly charging forward.
"Do you really think you can win with this kind of punch?" The Viking retreated, defended, punched back, and maintained a distance. "If this was a regular match, your tactic would probably be considered a success … Those punches of yours that landed on the outside of my torso, which didn't hurt or itch, would be used as the basis for the end of the round." He paused. As he spoke, his movements weren't messed up at all. "But in this boxing match on deck … do you think … my stamina will be depleted by your attacks first, or you will be KO-ed by me first?"
Snow didn't respond to the Viking's words. He still followed his original plan and rhythm, continuing with the kind of entanglement attacks that made it difficult for both parties to display any advanced techniques.
"Hey! That guy called Snow! You're too much of a rascal! "
"What man with the most gorgeous moves! Even if I go up, I'll be stronger than you! "
"Do your boxing properly, you bastard. This isn't a fight between kids!"
"Viking! Finish him off! Go for it! "
Such a match was bound to arouse the dissatisfaction of the audience. Their reactions had already explained everything.
"He's indeed an admirable opponent …" Hong Hu, who was standing at the side of the ring, revealed a rather solemn expression. "Even though we used that kind of tactic, he didn't show the slightest bit of agitation. Even though he's angry, his control of his body is still so calm …"
"Simply put … he wasn't brought into our rhythm," Feng Bujue continued.
"Yeah … If it were someone else, they might have given up on that kind of 'beautiful boxing' and adopted the same tactic as us, hitting Snow's liver instead," Hong Hu added.
"That's normal …" Feng Bujue said. "The strong should be like that … If he gave up what he's best at and lowered himself to entangle with the weak … the risk of losing would increase instead." He paused for half a second. "Of course, all these … are within my calculations." His gaze shifted to the Viking's face, and he laughed. "Please fight to the end … and lose the match fair and square …"
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