American Fortune Life

“God of War! God of War!”

“Ares! Ares! ”

The lights are bright in the Beijing Workers' Stadium, like daylight, it is already a seatless seat, people's voices are boiling, Chinese and English cheers are mixed throughout the venue, the degree of fire makes many people talk.

Standing in the middle of the ring, while the referee explained the rules, Andy chewed his teeth and watched his Moroccan opponent stare dead and angry, and this exciting, uncompromising scene led the audience to praise and applause.

Both admired the courage of Moroccan players, and the audience wanted to see an opponent like Andy, who had been fighting for a while, not wanting to feel “the game started” and "cough, the game ended” again.

Ding!

Both sides gently touched each other's boxing holsters, and Andy looked at his opponent, picking his eyebrows, his fists collided in front of him, and after making a dull noise, he didn't do any defense, stepped forward continuously, and his right fist went out with a big swing...

“Boom!”

Alyau leaned dead on the rope and held his head, using the cushioning of the rope to prevent this blow. Although his entire body was flanked, it was still held up. Just as Andy's left fist followed the blow, Alyau opened his arms to death and held Andy. Andy's left hook punched him in the face, but finally prevented the opening punch.

The referee separated the two, the whole scene sounded like an explosion of cheers and applause, and everyone was thrilled that the Moroccan players had not been touched by KO.

For the next ten seconds, Aryau was like being slapped by Andy with a wolf's tooth stick in his hand, something crooked and chased all over the place. Though scarred, he was finally not dropped by KO.

Listening to the louder and louder cheers accompanied by a buzz, Andy's whole face went dark, his opponents' ability to fight and defend was really good, and clearly well prepared and planned.

Seeing the other person slowing down, Andy knew that even if the other person was prevented, he was stunned by his fist.

A left hook hits each other's ribs very quickly and forcefully, clearly listening to dull voices, the adjudicator slightly turns colorful, watching Moroccan players look painful and sweaty.

Boom!

Andy with an indifferent look hit him directly in the face like a flat right hook of lightning, Aryau fell forward, he was half-kneeling on the ground, his arms dropped low, his eyes closed, and he fell directly on the stage like he was unconscious.

“Back off! Stand back!”

A cold sweaty referee grabbed Andy and shouted to push Andy away, then yelled at the doctor and skipped for seconds, because the referee knew that the one who fell would never get up.

“Buzz! Wow —— ah ——”

The whole audience stood up and shouted at Andy, who was showing strength on the foot, a bloody, reddish cheer.

“God of War! God of War!”

“Ares! Ares! ”

Listening almost to the cheers of the entire rooftop of the venue, the faces of all the national coaches who looked up and played back on the big screen became almost as dark as ink, with a low-pitched curse that bit their teeth.

“Change tai."

“Crazy! ”

“This bastard, do you want to put all the athletes who compete with him in the hospital?" ”

Watching Moroccan athletes quickly taken away by a group of medical personnel with stretchers, the coaches spit in their hearts at the same time, but watched the referee raise his arms on the ring and accept all the audience cheers, many Americans stood up with their arms raised, constantly doing the worship movement, the whole spectator square together, the scene was slightly spectacular.

At night, Andy smiled sweetly, watching his Ivana's little hands swiftly walk to the car in a daylight flash, surrounded by journalists' various questions and audience cheers and congratulations.

When Andy returned to the Hippocampus, he received a phone call from an official of the United States Mission, listening to a somewhat sighing tone and laughing.

“Ribs... Nasal beam bone... Concussion... ”

“Cough, I'm sorry, I need to...” Andy coughed softly, saying he was sorry, but didn't have much good faith in it.

“Oh, no, no, no, it's an Olympic game, every athlete will do their best, injuries are inevitable, so, Mr. Smith, you don't have to feel guilty about that... ”

Hang up. Shut up about the officer. Guilt? Don't be ridiculous, everyone's for Olympic gold medals, knocking down opponents is what everyone wants to do, and as for getting hurt, heh, as a boxing athlete, I'm not aware of that, but wash up and sleep.

However, from today's competition, Andy also saw that targeted training and planning by his opponents still had a role to play, at least Andy couldn't end the game as easily as he did in the first.

Though the other party was chased full time, it seemed ridiculous, but it effectively dragged on for a long time, and when he was also held, he punched himself twice, which made Nima embarrassed, and this fist, even if he reacted more quickly, could not hide.

There were two more games, and it seemed like he needed to get ready, not be overconfident, and be attacked backwards, and Andy Smith would really be the big joke of the world, and the big joke of his life.

So, the next morning, after enjoying a delicious ham sandwich and kissing SPA, she said goodbye to Ivana's gentle hometown and began to learn from old coach Alexei about the technical features of her next opponent, conducting a series of targeted training and deciphering defensive moves that some of her opponents might use against him.

Coach Alexei was naturally delighted to see that Andy valued the game, and some things were 100 times stronger than his bitter mother's sermon.

Andy has no problems with skill, footsteps, physical fitness, speed of reaction, or burst power, especially superhuman fitness, talent, the only thing missing is the accumulation of experience in the game.

Ever since Andy started playing in this sport, he's played fewer than 20 real games, and experience certainly can't compare to his hundreds of fights, but it's good that he's really strong enough to compensate for those shortcomings with inhuman power and the speed with which TAI reacts.

And the tactical xing is essentially purely cheating, which is incompatible with the athletic spirit of the brave. A higher level of speed and technology is necessary to counter this lepid tactic, which also substantially affects the fairness of the game.

But what matters is that the rules allow it! This is boxing!

Andy looked helplessly at the assistant coach who was appropriately given the opportunity by old coach Alik Xie, and the other party almost used a totally deceptive punch and spinning around him, he really wanted to punch him.

All he had to do was attack, he ran around like a monkey, he approached each other, he stabbed, stabbed and punched - and then, regardless of whether he hit him or not, he hugged him immediately - grinding and waiting for the referee to split up - and when Nima broke the rules and picked up a punch - that's it, he kept repeating the process, almost depressing Andy.

“You need faster footsteps and quicker punching, which can only be used if you push your opponent into the dead end...

Mastering the opponent's anti cuddle rhythm, immediately approaching the upper left cuff, striking the opponent's abdomen and ribs...

Clamp your opponent's head under your armpit as they bow down into your arms to control the opponent and prevent the opponent from crashing... ”

Andy had sweaty arms on the cable, listening to the old coach explain to him the rogue tricks that were allowed within the rules of boxing and how to crack them. To be honest, these rogue tricks did make Andy a little depressing and breathless at first, and he couldn't help but punch his KO opponent in the face, but if a boxer was really ashamed, he couldn't help but procrastinate.

Of course, that was before training for xing, and now old coach Alexei is practically instilling all kinds of potential loser and rogue tricks in Andy in his brain, also allowing him to absorb quickly and find a way to deal with them.