"Unfair!
A screaming voice.
Yufi was next to me, angry with all the toothpicks.
Whatever you might think, Chitta seemed to prevail, but you still seemed angry with that decision that you judged to be mutual.
"You really want to beat Chitta! It's filthy! Tell me what Chitta did!
She looked like she was crying and I said, "Calm down."
Stella and I have eyes. We laugh bitterly at each other.
"Yufi, now let's watch in silence"
"How can you stay calm! This is crazy!
"... now,"
That's right.
According to my appraisal skills, Acorn, the suspicious grader, seems to be a bit of a human being in the running of a boxing tournament and could be involved in betting boxing behind it.
Once I appraised the unknown symbol written on the paper on the grading officer's desk (my appraisal skills just allowed me to grasp the distant stuff, and I'm not that good of an eye), it turned out to be the odds of the bet.
I misplaced it on the grading form and handed it to the operation staff, but when I appraised the name of the operation staff, I immediately found out. He was a slave to Alrechineau, a man involved in illegal gambling around here.
All the lines are connected.
That suspicious grader is moving to stop Chitta from winning the Great Hole.
(It's a nasty story)
I'm not talking about where to snitch.
There is naturally danger in uncovering Acorn's injustice. You can't fathom me, little citizen, even if it's attributed to Arlecchino.
Now we just have to shut up and overlook it.
Now.
"As long as I regret not being there as a second."
The anxiety that even poison and paralysis pills would be supplied to Chitta as it was went through the back of his brain.
I don't think he's going to do anything wrong with the boulder by any means that would leave evidence. Unlike misgrading or something if it is poisonous, the wrongdoer is caught in one shot without opening a complaint.
But just in case.
From here on out, I carefully decided to appraise myself around Chitta.
"Chitta... good luck..."
Next to the praying Uffi, I also wished Chitta well.
Don't rush.
This is the battlefield from here.
Chitta tells herself so and confronts herself again.
Jab, on a straight one-two, with the third on the left short upper to engage.
To show off the left upper.
But Kathy surpassed it. I have carefully blocked the one-two and aligned the right straight of the counter with the third left short upper.
The opponent must have remembered the motion of the left upper.
A vibrant counter bursts and hits the chitter.
A blow so close to falling in unintentionally.
(Not yet!
I knew I could fit the counter, so I wasn't letting my hips sink in that far and I wasn't stepping on my feet.
I tried to flush it with a shoulder just before it hit me, but I got about 70% of the counter that I couldn't flush down my cheek.
We've come this far, but clearly, it's intense.
I've built an advantage by damaging Kathy many times because of it, and now I'm damaging Even, or worse off than that.
"Shh!"
Eat up on Kathy trying to back off.
Again carefully strike the body and face apart and assemble the game slightly more aggressively.
Just as they remember this move, this one also remembers the other move. This is where eye and body training comes to life.
Don't squeeze your aim with a weaving that rocks your torso, and earn money with a straight lineage punch that is fast conscious.
(Now!
At that time when he tried to hit the left hook over there, he sank his hips slightly and struck in a sudden left jab.
Take the lead in controlling the destination.
Hooks are overwhelming punches. So if you can read the timing, this is how you can control the destination and crush the attack.
Go on, left body blow.
The blow is so intense that Cassie accidentally squeezes her face.
A gap is created.
The guard is slightly down. There, Chitta hits the finish blow.
"Shh!"
There was an intense sound.
I hit the other guy in the cheek. That made Kathy jerk off as it was.
Overhand light. Large right hook with large arc down from back to top.
An ambush blow, but enough to prune your opponent's consciousness.
Kathy must have definitely been skipping consciousness at this moment.
(Got it!
It's rambling from there.
Attack Kathy, who is hazy but stiffening her guard, with a side head aim from the outside side or an upper that wets the gap in her guard.
The blow on the guard is like squashing.
Sliding through the guard is like stabbing.
Half a glocky Kathy, straight down like this.
(You can win!)
This is a good time.
But go steadfast. If we keep aiming at the body and let the guard go down...
"Shh!"
Kathy moves.
An intense jab came. When I managed to avoid it sideways, I aimed there. The right body blow stabbed Chitta.
"Fuck."
I stop breathing.
Flashing. With a body blow, Chitta was stopped from moving with her legs.
Continue to step furiously from the opponent. Chitta managed to take the guard and suffered a storm of paralyzing attacks from the top of the guard.
Left, right, left.
A series of attacks that are punched in from the top down.
My arm snaps.
My brain shakes even though it's on my guard.
Chitta understood that in an instant she was brought to a disadvantage.
(Then the counter!
I managed to calm down my breathing.
Sudden right straight to match the opponent's massive left upper.
It's not powerful. But when the opponent's momentum was exploited, it was a blow that frightened the opponent.
Kathy was just about to get in shape, and this one was starting to move.
Jump in at the start of the opponent's hit.
Like holding your side with your left hand. Turn your right hand to your hips and hug. Hang on to tackle at full weight.
Stiffen your opponent's right shoulder.
(... clinch)
Kathy seems to have been poked in the void.
As well as the audience and the referee.
Seems confused by the clinch from an overly intense indiscriminate battle.
"Blake! Blake!
Once the referees instructed them to leave, the two were pulled apart.
That's it.
Precious time was bought.
That blow to the right body, it's healing slightly.
The shaken brain from above the guard is also calm and clear.
(Clears throat)
A little leeway was created for the game to resume with the clinch apart.
I can.
Let's get the pace from here at once.
That's what I thought. Chitta put her foot into it.
Step in at once and show off your one-two.
One-two with an emphasis on speed. A stroke of restraint over power.
The opponent shrugged.
Seeing Kathy trying to be a sweebuck, I figured out the opponent's alert.
The other person is aware of that right. I'm on strong alert for the right overhand.
"Shh!"
Instead, the pressure on this one has also decreased slightly, which makes it feel easy to hit.
Crossing of one and two blows.
"That's it!
Slightly, 2R finished.
I thought it was a long three minutes. At the same time, I wanted it not to end yet.
Breathe and head back to the corner.
Is the grading result five minutes? Or lean towards which?
"... Grading results! 10-9! 9-10! 9-10! Catherine is the dominant player!
Oh.
Chitta thought she knew.
Looks like there's only KO.
Spend a short minute, taking a break and heading towards the next strategy.
(I've shown the left upper many times. The right planted an intense image with the right long hook at the beginning and that overhand light.... After that, I decide!
Your Sunday punch is the upper.
Reminds me of that merchant's advice.
The gong rings.
The last round begins now.
There will be no more.
Chitta stood up ready.
Speaking of which, I now realize that you are no longer as nervous as the lies I had felt in the beginning.