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"God of War! God of War!"

"Ares! Ares!"

The Beijing Workers’ Gymnasium was brightly lit, as if it were daytime. There were already no empty seats, and cheers mixed with Chinese and English resounded throughout the stadium. Many people were amazed by the popularity.

Standing in the middle of the ring, while the referee was explaining the rules, Andy chewed on his mouthguard, and looked indifferently at the Moroccan opponent who was staring at him with eyes wide open, and this passionate and uncompromising scene It was the first to arouse applause and applause from the audience.

They all admire the courage of the Moroccan players, and the audience also hope to see an opponent who can fight with Andy for a while longer. They don't want to experience the feeling of "the game has started" and "ahem, the game is over" again .

Ding!

The two sides lightly touched each other's gloves, and Andy looked at the opponent who was retreating quickly, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows, his fists collided in front of him, and after making a dull sound, he stepped forward continuously without any defense , and swung his right fist with a big swing. . .

"boom!"

Aryawu leaned on the side rope, holding his head tightly, and used the buffer of the side rope to defend against the blow. Although his body fell sideways, he still held on, just as Andy followed up with his left fist. When he came out, Aryawu stretched out his arms and hugged Andy tightly. Although Andy's left hook punched him with a hideous face and a stooped body, he finally blocked the opening two punches.

The referee stepped forward to separate the two, and there was explosive cheers and applause from the audience. Everyone was excited that the Moroccan player was not KO.

In the next ten seconds or so, Aryawu was beaten violently by Andy who was holding a mace. He staggered and was chased all over the field. Although he was bruised, he was not knocked out in the end.

Hearing the louder and louder cheers and booing, Andy's whole face turned black. The opponent's ability to fight and defend is really good, and it is obvious that he has carried out a sufficient and effective attack. Prepare and plan accordingly.

Seeing the opponent slow down, Andy knew that even if the opponent was defended, he would still be dizzy by his fist.

A left uppercut hit the opponent's ribs very quickly and powerfully, and a muffled sound could be heard clearly. The referee on the side changed slightly, watching the Moroccan player's expression of pain and cold sweat.

boom!

Andy, with an indifferent expression, hit his face directly with a lightning-fast right hook, Aryawu fell forward, half kneeling on the ground, with his arms drooping, eyes closed, and he fell directly on the ring as if he was unconscious superior.

"Back! Back!"

The sweaty referee hugged Andy tightly, yelled to push Andy away, and then shouted at the doctor angrily, skipping even a few seconds, because the referee knew that the one who fell to the ground would definitely not be able to get up.

"Buzz! Wow-ah-ah-ah-"

The whole audience stood up and cheered and roared at Andy who was standing on the podium to show his strength. Everyone cheered with enthusiasm and flushed faces.

"God of War! God of War!"

"Ares! Ares!"

. . . . . .

Hearing the cheers that almost knocked the roof of the entire venue, the faces of all the coaches from various countries who looked up at the replay on the big screen almost turned black as ink, and they all cursed in a low voice through gritted teeth.

"Change Tai".

"madman!"

"This bastard, are you going to send all the athletes who compete with him to the hospital!"

Seeing the Moroccan player being quickly carried away on a stretcher by a group of medical staff, the coaches complained in their hearts at the same time, but seeing the referee holding up their arms in the arena and accepting the cheers of all the audience, many Americans even stood up and raised their arms high. Arms, constantly doing worship movements, the entire audience phalanx doing it together, the scene is slightly spectacular.

In the night, Andy smiled sweetly, watching Ivana's little hand with adoring eyes, walking quickly towards the car under the flashing lights like daytime, surrounded by various questions from reporters and audiences cheers and congratulations.

When Andy returned to Haiziyuan, he received a call from an official of the American delegation. Hearing the sighing tone of the other party, he couldn't help but smile lightly.

"Ribs...nose bone...concussion..."

"Ahem, I'm sorry, I need me..." Andy coughed twice, although he said he was sorry, but there was not much sincerity in it.

"Hehe, no, no, this is the Olympic Games, every athlete will go all out, injuries are inevitable, so, Mr. Smith, you don't have to feel guilty about it..."

Hanging up the phone, pouted at the official's chatter, guilty? Don't be kidding, everyone is for the Olympic gold medal. Knocking down opponents is what everyone wants to do. As for injuries, hehe, as a boxer, I don't have this awareness at all, so let's go to sleep.

However, through today's game, Andy can also see that the opponent's targeted training and planning still have a certain effect. At least Andy can't end the game as easily as the first game.

Although the opponent was being chased and ran all over the field, which seemed ridiculous, but it effectively prolonged the time, and he himself was punched twice when he was defended, which made Nima embarrassed. This kind of punch, even if he reacted No matter how fast it is, it cannot escape.

There are still two games left. It seems that we need to prepare well. Don't be overconfident. If someone completes the counterattack, Andy Smith will really become a big joke in the world, and it will be a big joke that will accompany him for a lifetime.

So, in the early morning of the next day, after enjoying a delicious ham sandwich and kissing SPA, I bid farewell to Ivana's gentle hometown, and began to learn about the technical characteristics of the next opponent with the old coach Alexey, and conducted a A series of targeted training and deciphering some defensive tactics that the opponent may use against him.

Coach Alexie was very happy to see Andy attaching great importance to the game. Some things, personally experiencing them are a hundred times better than his earnest preaching.

In terms of skills, footwork, physical fitness, reaction speed, and explosive power, Andy has no problems at all, especially his physical fitness is superhuman and talented. The only thing he lacks is the accumulation of competition experience.

Since Andy started to participate in this competitive sport, he has participated in less than 20 real matches. Naturally, his experience cannot be compared with those experienced opponents, but fortunately, his strength is indeed superior. Human strength and variable reaction speed make up for these deficiencies.

The tactical defense is pure shamelessness in essence, and it is incompatible with boxing, which is the sportsmanship of the brave. To deal with this kind of sloppy tactics, you must have a higher level of speed and technology, which also substantially affects the fairness of the game.

However, the important thing is that the rules allow it! This is boxing!

Andy looked helplessly at the assistant coach who had been taught by the old coach Alexie face-to-face. The opponent almost used a completely sloppy style of play to deal with him. He really wanted to step forward and punch him to KO him.

As long as he attacks, the opponent will run around like a monkey, and when he gets close to the opponent, the opponent will jab, jab and backhand punch—then he will immediately hug him regardless of whether he hits—waiting for the referee to separate— —When they parted, Nima punched him in violation of the rules—that’s it, repeating this process, almost made Andy depressed to death.

"You need quicker footwork and punching speed, and that kind of heavy swing is only good for cornering your opponent...

Grasp the rhythm of the opponent's defense, immediately charge up the left uppercut as soon as you get close, and hit the opponent's abdomen and ribs hard. . .

When the opponent bows his head to your arms, put the opponent's head under the armpit to control the opponent and prevent the opponent from contradicting. . . "

Andy, with sweaty arms on the cable, listened to the old coach explaining to him the rogue tricks allowed within the boxing rules and how to break them. To be honest, these rogue moves really made Andy a little depressed and suffocated at the beginning. , I can't wait to go up and knock out my opponent with a punch, but if this is a boxer who is really shameless, just to delay time, there is really nothing he can do.

Of course, that was before the targeted training. Now the old coach Alexie is almost instilling all kinds of possible damage moves and rogue moves in Andy, allowing him to quickly absorb and find a way to deal with it.