He was a professional boxer
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When he heard me say fight, his third uncle laughed on the other end of the phone and said, “I knew you would fight.”
“But I have a request.” I say.
“What are the requirements?”
“When you fight, you have to use regular gloves, 12-ounce ones.” I remember the last time I fought with the tooth dog, the gloves were thinner than ones used in training, and they were almost the same as not wearing them. The smaller the weight of the gloves, the stronger the penetration, which is an advantage for boxers.
Wang Haiqun was silent for a moment and said, “I can’t make a decision about this.”. But I’ll try my best to get it for you, so you can get ready first.
“When does it start?”
“In a week.” His third uncle said, “Think more about that ten thousand, and you’ll have motivation.”
I went to the sports store near the school and bought foot targets and hand bandages. I said to Wang Hui, “You can be my sparring partner.”
“Me?” Wang Hui points to the tip of his nose. “Do you think I can do it?”
“I think you can.” I nodded.
Wang Hui lifted up his coat and pointed to his stomach. “Brother, can you help me count how many ribs I have?”
I pulled down his clothes and said, “Thin people don’t necessarily have no strength. Those who are puffy have no strength.”. Don’t worry, I didn’t ask you to train with me for nothing. After the fight, you will be given one-third of the prize money.
Ten thousand is all right. If you lose only 2,000 yuan, a third of it will be a few hundred yuan. He curled his lips.
A few hundred is better than nothing. Eat something good at noon and start training in the afternoon. I took him to the small restaurant next to the school.
Wang Hui took the target for me, and we trained on the school playground. I kicked my bare feet on the target with a snap, snap sound, causing many people to stop and watch. I don’t care so much. Just look at it. Anyway, you don’t know who I am. Although
Wang Hui is thin, my estimate is right, and he still has some strength. At least hold the foot target, which can withstand my strongest whip leg. That’s pretty good. When I was training in my hometown, there was a puffy guy in the team. He looked round, but when I looked at the lines of his body, I knew there was no strength. He held the target for me, and I whipped him violently. This guy fell to the ground with my strength, and I didn’t help him up for a long time. Afterwards, he told me that one side of his arm was numb like electricity, and it took him five or six days to recover completely.
I was just practicing hard when I heard someone calling my name: “Ouyang Gan!”
It was a girl’s voice, and I was stunned for a moment.
It was Yang Meng. He and I are fellow-townsmen. We are both from Caozhou. We got to know each other when the freshmen entered the military training. He is not the same major as me, and he is the math department that I have the biggest headache. You know, at that time, art, music and sports specialty students did not test mathematics in the exam. Mathematics is logical thinking, while art is perceptual thinking, which is contrary to each other. But this model has changed now, no matter what kind of specialty you are, you can’t escape the torture of mathematics in the exam.
Why, are you exercising here. I didn’t know you liked to practice martial arts. They are all from Caozhou, and the villagers are particularly cordial here. Yang Meng spoke his native dialect.
“Hehe, hobby.” I gave her a perfunctory remark.
“What are you doing on a long holiday in October? Will you go home?” Yang Meng then asked me.
“Uh..” I hesitated for a moment. “I’ll think about it. I haven’t decided yet.”
Just think about it. I’m going to buy a train ticket these two days, and it’s not easy to buy. If you go home, I’ll buy one for you, and we’ll go back together.
“Oh, then you’d better leave me alone. I’m not sure yet.” I refused her offer. Go home? This word is so strange to me when I am away from home for the first time. I don’t know why, but at that time I felt that I was on a road of no return.
With Wang Hui’s efforts, I strengthened my training for five days. In fact, I was not very tired, but Wang Hui was so tired that he couldn’t lift his arms for the first time. On the last day, I had a good time to relax. In the evening, I followed Wang Hui to the Lida Night Club.
The game is finally here. I have something to look forward to and something to fear.
Before the fight, I came face to face with the boxer, the Electric Baton. The guy looked up at me with contempt in his eyes, as if I were just a passer-by who didn’t care about anything and was no match for him. This kind of look made me very uncomfortable, and I didn’t fight with him, so I turned around and walked over. I know. This guy wants to beat me mentally first. Once you have a fear of your opponent, you can never beat him again.
“Have a good fight. I’ve got a lot of money on you.” His third uncle came over and threw me a pair of gloves.
“If you trust me so much, don’t be disappointed if you lose.” I took the gloves and said. In fact, at this time, I did not realize that I was fighting black boxing. Because the real black boxing, people dare not lose, that is not the result of disappointment can be described. This level of competition is only the entry level of black market boxing, which is not cruel. When I stepped into the central world of Black Fist, my heart was beaten as cold as pig iron.
“What’s with the gloves?” I picked up the gloves and found the problem that made me unhappy. “How can this be 12 ounces?”? This is an 8-ounce glove!
“That’s not bad. It’s much thicker than gloves I used before. That’s what I tried to get.” His third uncle was rather impatient with this question. “You just make do with it!”. I
couldn’t help it. I wrapped the bandage and put on the gloves. I just didn’t think that this was the biggest pound of gloves I had ever used in my life. Even in many matches after that, I just put on bandages and fought with my bare hands. That kind of destructive feeling on the human body, think of the heart has a feeling of numbness, with a fleeting satisfaction.
The game is still at the old place, the second floor of the Lida Night Club. There were more onlookers this time than last time, and I heard a lot of noise outside before I went on stage. A man with a microphone rushed in and asked me, “What’s your nickname?” Wang Hui and
I were stunned. I said, “I don’t have a nickname.”
“What’s your name?!” The man asked in a hurry.
“My name is Ouyang Gan.” I answered honestly.
Ouyang Gan? Your last name is Ouyang? OK Call you the West Poison! The man muttered something quickly and ran out. I really admire this guy for giving me such a pompous nickname in a hurry. He could not have known at that time that the name he made up at random would resound through the underground fighting circles in Tianjin in the future.
Do you all remember the last time Tooth Dog was knocked out with a clean kick, and there was no room to fight back! Furious guys have met tougher opponents, and the winner of last time, West Poison, is on the stage again! Inside, I could clearly hear the seductive voice of the man who had just come out of the ring through the microphone. “This time he’s going to fight the maniac of the boxing world, the electric baton!”
“Ouyang, fight hard and kick him to death!” Before I went on the stage, Wang Hui grabbed my shoulder and encouraged me: “Think more about that 10,000 yuan!”! Ten thousand! It’s such a thick pile!
It is undeniable that Wang Hui’s motivation is just right. At that time, I was really nervous before I went on the court. No matter what, I couldn’t calm down. My heart was pounding. After all, I know that my opponent is a professional, not a straw bag. As soon as Wang Hui mentioned the word “ten thousand,” my mind immediately flooded with colorful money. The old version of the RMB format design is really very atmospheric, Jiangshan great man, it is exciting to think about it.
All right. I won’t let the ten thousand yuan slip away for nothing. After warming up, I put on a pair of shorts, took a deep breath, and went out. The atmosphere at the
scene suddenly became lively. Seeing my appearance, many people shouted my nickname: “West Poison!”! Western Poison.. Anyway, I have a great comfort in my heart. The last time I fought with the dog, I was ignored like a passer-by.
The electric baton is also on the stage. This guy obviously has more fans than I do, “Electric baton, big punch!” “Electric baton, kill him!” “Electric baton, use your combination..” Shouts like this one after another. I glanced at the audience, and everywhere they were shaking their fists and jumping high. The atmosphere before the game was much warmer than last time I saw it. These audiences are well-dressed and sanctimonious, but on certain occasions, they become so bloodthirsty.
In fact, these are not simply the audience, this is not the place to buy tickets to come in. They champion different fighters because they bet on different fighters. In fact, this is a pure gambling game for them, just like a dog fight.
On the stage, I politely raised my fists to the electric baton and performed a martial arts etiquette. But this action made me very embarrassed, because this guy leaned on the dirty ropes, looked at me with disdain, and assumed a strong posture. When I got closer, I noticed that this guy looked handsome with his short hair and masculine face, but it was the contemptuous expression that made me very uncomfortable.
“Boy, how old are you? Have you grown all your hair?” The electric stick sneered and bared his teeth and said to me. In this kind of irregular competition, no one cares whether you wear a mouth guard or not.
Because I grew up in a remote county town, my face is very “simple,” with a local flavor. I was only 18 years old at that time, but I looked younger than my actual age, and it was easy to be misunderstood as a minor. He laughed at me like that in the ring, which showed that he was really an old hand and his mentality was extremely relaxed.
I ignored him. When two people meet, it means that the game has begun. I raised my hands slightly above my shoulders, one punch as a forward hand, and the other to protect my right cheek. Separate your legs, bend your knees slightly, and keep your weight between your legs. The tip of the elbow sinks, holding the chest and pulling out the back, making a standard gesture of actual combat.
The electric stick laughed again and swam around me with a very brisk pace. This guy obviously did not put me in the eye, two hands did not protect the head, but casually placed in front of the chest, kept making provocative gestures at me. His movements remind me of Roy Jones in his prime, teasing his opponents like a sensitive cobra.
But I don’t want to be the prey. After a false front hand, I hit him in the face with a back hand.
The baton turned its head to one side, dodged the blow sensitively, and then a concealed uppercut hit me hard in the abdomen. This guy’s movements are really fast. To be honest, the feeling of that moment is painful and numb, just like electricity. I’ve never had a fight with a boxer
before. Boxers are different from Sanda athletes in that they move much faster and punch much more frequently. Sanda athletes are used to retreat or block to defend attacks, while boxers rely more on flexible evasion. The fist I threw was dodged by the electric baton again and again, even if it rubbed a little, it was a spent force. It made me feel weak, as if I was beating the air.
The electric stick is about the same height as me, about 1.80 meters, but his physique is much stronger than mine. The big abdominal muscles show that this guy has a strong ability to fight. His pace is very fast, although the reach is not longer than mine, but the speed of the jab is obviously faster than mine. Although
the electric stick dodged my movements, he only occasionally counterattacked and did not launch a fierce attack. My heart sank. After watching his video, I understood his intention. There is no rest between rounds in
this kind of boxing. That is to say, the two sides will continue to fight until the winner is decided. This is definitely a test of the fighter’s physical strength.
Some people feel that they are full of physical strength, but when they stand in the ring and fight with others, they will be out of breath in less than a minute, and even their hands are unable to lift. The physical consumption of fighting is almost comparable to that of 100-meter track and field. Many fighters can persist on the stage for a long time and still have plenty of physical strength. In addition to strong endurance training, they also need to have a good distribution. I know the intention of the electric baton, just like his previous style, relying on flexible pace and evasion to consume the opponent’s physical strength, and then give a stormy combination to end the fight.
With the passage of time, my physical strength is also in the rapid consumption. It’s not good for me to drag it to the end. I have to rely on heavy blows to knock this guy out. After dodging my punch with the electric baton, I was ready to sweep a high whip leg into his head, just like when I knocked down the dog. At that time, I even heard an exclamation from the audience.
The leg hit the baton, but the sound was muffled. At that moment, the electric baton raised its hand and protected its head. I just kicked him in the gloves. Before I could close my legs, the electric baton suddenly rushed over, and a combination of punches came like a storm.
I have been unable to dodge, can only raise my hands desperately to protect my head. Feeling the fists rain down on the defense of my fists, my head was buzzing. It’s this damn 8-ounce glove, and it’s so thin, it doesn’t have any shock absorption at all. Suddenly my chin shook and my whole head was numb. I understood that it was a hook from the electric stick that came in through the gap between my arms, but I didn’t expect him to hit at such a tricky angle.
Although my thoughts were still clear, they were suddenly replaced by a dizziness, and I felt as if I had fallen out of bed in my sleep, and my body could not help falling back.
A hidden uppercut hit me on the chin, my hands covering my head were scattered, and the moment I raised my head, I even saw the crystal saliva coming out of my mouth. They shine transparently in the spotlight, reflecting the surroundings like heaven. The light on the roof passed quickly from my view, and I knew I was falling down quickly. At that moment, I lost consciousness.
A heavy uppercut knocked me out.
Just as my whole body touched the table, I suddenly reacted, as if a prisoner who had been knocked unconscious by torture had suddenly poured a basin of cold water. I realized that I had just fallen into a brief fainting spell. At the moment when I regained consciousness, I saw the electric baton rushing towards me. I can
‘t let him back me into a corner! That was my only thought at that time. I quickly stood up on the ropes with my gloves, but before I could make a defensive gesture, the electric stick hit me hard with a powerful swing. I only had time to see the sternocleidomastoid muscle highlighted by the force of the electric stick, and the whole face was hit by him with a swing of the head, feeling that the punch had deformed my cheekbones. I don’t know where the next punch hit me in the head, and then I fainted again.
In fact, the feeling of fainting in the past is really good, and there is a kind of relief to give up in my heart.
Ten thousand! Ten thousand! Ten thousand! I don’t know how long I was in a coma, but it was the first sound that came to my ears. I opened my eyes, my mind was dizzy, and the scene in front of me quickly became clear. I was lying in the corner of the ropes, and Wang Hui was clapping the ring and shouting at me. The cry of “Ten thousand, ten thousand” came from his mouth. Those who
gave birth to me are my parents, and those who know me are Wang Hui. It seems that this kid knows what is the biggest stimulus to me. Instead of standing up immediately,
I lay on the ground for a few more seconds because my head was still a little dizzy. The electric stick was shouting at the audience on the stage, raising his arms and showing off his developed biceps like a gorilla who had defeated his opponent. And the mood of the audience was also detonated to a high point, whistling, cheering and excited cursing. I don’t know how the gamblers who bet on me are feeling at this time. I wasn’t in the mood to watch the punters who supported me because I made a decision in those few seconds.
I was determined not to let the ten thousand yuan slip away from my eyes. Under the heavy reward, there must be a brave man. This old saying is not made up. The temptation of money to human beings is far greater than that of bones to hungry dogs.
I stood up. The guy with the microphone was probably going to come up and announce the result of the game. When he saw me stand up again, the expression on his face was shocked for a moment, and then he retreated. At this time, the atmosphere in the stadium suddenly became lively again, and those who cheered might be the gamblers who bet on me. The electric baton turned its head and looked at me with its head tilted. “Are you dizzy?” It said in a rather playful way. Instead of speaking,
I spat out a pool of spittle mixed with blood, which landed right on the foot of the electric stick.
My action was like a signal, and the atmosphere at the scene suddenly burst. The audience seemed to be on steroids, and the noise was deafening for a moment. The muscles in the face of the
electric stick twitched. He looked at me with a dry laugh, then turned his head to look at the excited audience, and suddenly rushed towards me!
I have to admit that boxers do move very fast. Instead of dodging or defending, I twisted my waist and turned my hips, and kicked the kneecap on the side of the left leg of the electric stick with a low whip leg. At that distance, his fist couldn’t reach my face.
The leg made a sharp “snap” sound, and the electric baton, which was rapidly approaching, was kicked and staggered by me. Seizing the opportunity, I quickly stepped up. My right leg madly swept four or five times. The crisp “snap” sound of the top of my foot touching the thigh muscles was heard all the time. The electric baton was repeatedly kicked back by me. I followed the left and right bow, the right leg swept the left leg to follow, all kicked hard at the knee and thigh of the electric stick.
The electric stick forced me back with two jabs in a row. He took a big step back and stared at me with a vicious expression on his face, but his thighs were trembling, especially the knee of his left leg, which was already purple.
I was right. The first time I saw the video of the electric stick, I noticed that this guy didn’t have a leg in the process of fighting with others. When he fought with me, he relied on the flexibility of his upper body and sharp boxing, while the usage rate of his legs was zero. In the rules of boxing, the fist can not hit the part below the waist, so I judge that although his pace is flexible, his lower limbs lack the corresponding resistance quality. That is to say, although the protection of the head and trunk is excellent, he simply does not know how to defend when facing the attack of the lower plate!
This is the weakness of boxers! This is also the reason why I have never met a professional boxer since I entered the regular black boxing world. Boxing is a professional sport under the protection of the rules, unless it is a tough and painful leg exercise. Standing full-contact combat is much more cruel than that.
Looking at the purple on the thigh of the electric stick, I ran back confidently like a wild dog. I quickly approached the electric stick, jumping gently on my toes, and my pace was much more flexible than before. But the pace of the electric stick has been greatly reduced, because his two thighs are still shaking.
“Pow!” I made a small jump, and suddenly the low whip leg hit him again in the purple. The electric baton did not dodge back, and I followed it with a powerful low whip leg and kicked it hard in that place again. The left leg of the electric stick was kicked up by me, and I even heard a deep groan of pain in his throat.
As the king of this primary fighting field, the electric stick is obviously irritated by me. He no longer cared about his left leg and what kind of attack he would receive, but with an angry roar, he rushed towards me, and the back fist that was ready to go had already pulled out an arc in the air!
Sometimes when you eat something that feels good, you will “eat with a smooth mouth.” The same is true of boxing. When you hit something that feels good, you will “hit with a smooth hand.”. As soon as the electric baton rushed up, I got up with a side kick of my front leg and kicked him in the face with a bang, which made him look up. After I pulled in my legs, the mouth of the electric stick was covered with blood.
The electric stick wiped his nose in amazement, looked at the red marks on the gloves, and then smiled sadly at me.
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Br Shameless Underworld
Black Fist Past
Ouyang Gan
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