A scantily clad girl held up a card marked "First Game" and exaggeratedly twisted her slender waist and high hips. After exiting the field, the referee announced the start of the game.
The two boxers faced off for a few seconds and then exchanged blows. Ruan Wenxiong was like a vigilant monkey. After a few attacks, he retreated nimbly, avoided counterattacks, and constantly changed directions and angles to attack the opponent. Most of his punches and kicks were bounced away, and occasionally he hit the target.
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Chachai behaved calmly. He basically attacked and defended within a range of two to three meters. His fists and feet popped out like springs and then retracted immediately. He defended tightly and retaliated quickly. He did not chase his opponent after he got out of the way. He did not retreat significantly when he was attacked and stood firm.
territory. When introducing the boxer, he once said that he had participated in "cage fighting" competitions and was good at hand-to-hand combat.
Cage fighting, the full name of cage fighting, is a cruel fighting match in which two opponents fight close to each other in a limited octagonal cage until the opponent surrenders or is unable to fight back. It is quite like a black market boxing match.
Wearing gloves, except for the prohibition of eye gouging, crotch hitting, biting, etc., all attack actions are allowed, including ground fights, and the scenes are also very bloody. Players who have fought in cage fights are good at hand-to-hand combat.
In the first game, Chachai and Ruan Wenxiong basically attacked tentatively, exploring each other's routines and looking for flaws. The audience in the audience was not satisfied with this kind of fighting, and they booed and booed in dissatisfaction.
Jiang Hailong waited for the start of the next round with a calm mind, knowing that many boxers would retain their strength in the first round. He found out the rules of the arena here, each round can be played for ten rounds, each round is three minutes, and there is a minute and a half rest between rounds.
, no one has been able to fight for ten rounds. In some places, black boxing is
There is no time limit, until the winner or loser is defeated. It is said that in a certain arena, two boxers who were evenly matched but had abnormal endurance fought for more than 80 minutes without a winner. The audience almost ran out, except for a few people who placed bets.
Waiting hard. Of course, such a situation will not happen here.
In the second round, Chachai and Nguyen Van Hung used their real cards, and the attacks became fierce. Both sides received several heavy blows. The fists and feet landed on the body with a crackling sound, and the boxers' breathing could be clearly heard.
Ruan Wenxiong's tactics are still hit and run to avoid the opponent's counterattack, but he is obviously not as lucky as in the first game. It is almost difficult to escape. The more active his attack is, the stronger the counterattack he receives. He often steals the chicken without being able to counterattack.
He punched his opponent and before he could stop his attack, he was kicked in the leg, causing him to shrink back a bit from his attack.
The more Chachai fought, the more excited he became. Post-strike was very effective, and he gradually took the initiative on the court. After receiving a strong uppercut from his opponent in the abdomen, he became furious.
On the rope, he swayed a few times before he regained his balance. Seeing that the fight could be resolved with just a knee bump or a punch, the gong sounded to end the second round.
During the break, Ruan Wenxiong leaned on the pillar with his eyes closed, struggling to survive. The coach stuffed tampons into his bleeding nostrils. Chachai squinted and enjoyed the assistant massaging his muscles. Although he received a lot of punches and kicks, he seemed to be fighting.
He hit hard and had no serious health problems. When the coach told him something in his ear, he nodded frequently.
Jiang Hailong was secretly glad that he made the right bet. As expected, the outcome would be decided in the third game, and he pocketed twenty thousand US dollars.
The host announced that the handicap would be adjusted from the original 1 to 1 to 2 to 1. At this time, if you buy the difference and guess the win, you can only earn 5,000 yuan from 10,000 yuan. The more this happens, the more people flock to the counter.
Putting his bet on the worse guesser, Jiang Hailong only stared at the boxing ring and did not notice that Wang Dali and Wu Qiang, who were just watching with excitement and eager to fight, had slipped away to nowhere.
As soon as the start of the third game was announced, Ruan Wenxiong immediately stared at his eyes and became excited as if he had been beaten to death. He rushed to his opponent's side and violently bombarded him with punches and kicks. Chachai passively defended and gave up the attack, leaving the door wide open. One minute later
, Ruan Wenxiong used a leg sweep to kick his opponent's right leg and bend it.
, followed by his best uppercut, which hit his opponent's chin. Jiang Hailong could see clearly that although this blow was accurate, it was not very powerful. Unexpectedly, Chachai fell to the ground and closed his eyes in pain.
.As Chachai fell to the ground, Jiang Hailong's mood hit rock bottom.
After the referee's countdown, Chachai remained motionless and immediately raised Ruan Wenxiong's right hand to declare the winner. As soon as he finished speaking, Chachai slowly got up from the ground within a few seconds and walked to the back of the stage without saying a word.
There were boos and curses from the audience.
"Damn, this fake punch is too obvious!" "Go and argue with the dog-hearted boss!" Wang Dali and Wu Qiang, who had returned to Jiang Hailong at some point, raised their fists and shouted emotionally. Several casino guards
His eyes stared at them warily.
There was a commotion in the crowd, and several spectators who had lost their bets and made trouble were asked to go aside by the security personnel. In front of the cashier, there was a row of towering men standing like a wall.
Wang Dali and Wu Qiang angrily wanted to join the ranks of the troublemakers. Jiang Hailong thought they were unwilling because he had just lost 20,000 yuan, so he held them back and persuaded them: "I'm willing to admit defeat. It's useless to argue, and I haven't caught them."
Evidence of a fake punch. Fortunately, the deposit was only 20,000 yuan. You have 20,000 yuan left and I have 10,000 yuan left. We still have a chance to make money." Unexpectedly, the answer he heard made him want to cry!
"Master, just now we saw that the Thai boxer had a good chance of winning, so we discussed it and put all the money on him behind your back to bet on him. We wanted to give you an unexpected surprise. Who would have known that this would be the result..." Wang
Da Li hesitated and answered dejectedly. Wu Qiang drooped his head, not daring to look into his master's eyes.
"You, you two bitches!" Jiang Hailong was so angry that his face turned red and his neck was thick. At this time, he was so depressed that he wanted to hit the wall. In normal times, he would not pay attention to this little money, but now it is the time when the clinic is very nervous about money.
At that time, the 50,000 U.S. dollars he secretly brought was lost in the blink of an eye, and 40,000 U.S. dollars were lost. When he went back to face Bai Lu's questioning, why was he so embarrassed?
Wang Dali saw his embarrassed look for the first time and comforted him: "Master, don't worry, we will find other ways to get back the money we lost..."
"What the hell, do you think you can rob the enemy's bank in China? Go back and prepare to be scolded and drunk!" Jiang Hailong said angrily.
Wang Dali and Wu Qiang were young because they had no money. They had watched boxing matches and gambled. They had no interest in staying any longer. They looked at each other and smiled, nodded and prepared to follow their master back. As for what to do after returning, they didn't bother to worry about it.
If the sky falls, the master will hold it up.
"There will be a wonderful final later. The boxers in the final will disdain fake punches because of their reputation. The bet is relatively fair, and the boss will never use fake punches twice in one day. As long as you have money, you may have a chance to make a profit.
." A fat, white American expressed deep sympathy for Jiang Hailong. Although he couldn't understand the Chinese next to him, he could tell what was going on by looking at his expression.