Shadow Empire

Chapter 785 Young and Healthy [666+2]
The referee warned Mr. Ninth again, "If you say that again, I will just give you the loss."

Mr. Ninth made a zipper-like motion to his mouth, and the game continued.

The two sides did not make contact again until the end of the round.

Mr. Ninth returned to his corner and sat on the stool, looking relaxed. His coach handed him some water and asked someone to fan him, while asking, "How is it? Are you feeling stressed?"

Mr. Ninth smiled impudently, "Didn't you see it?"

"I almost knocked him out just now!"

"This is a rookie who has no problem winning."

He couldn't help but smile as he spoke. The appearance fee was 350,000.

In fact, his normal appearance fee is only one hundred thousand to two hundred thousand. Few people will even give him two hundred thousand. One hundred and fifty thousand is a more normal price.

His agent heard that the team of "King Kong" really wanted him to be promoted as soon as possible, and other boxers were unwilling to fight with a newcomer, so he found the opportunity and made a big move.

Three hundred and fifty thousand, and then let the other party see the cruelty of boxing, and my own value can also increase, which is pretty good!
There is no shortage of such people in any sporting event. They use their talents to enter the industry, but their goal is not to set higher records, but to make money.

The coach was very satisfied with Mr. Ninth's condition at this time. He helped the guy rub his muscles and said, "Then try harder and knock him down directly. Don't drag it out!"

"You are older than him, he is stronger than you, and he recovers faster than you. Don't put yourself in an environment that is disadvantageous to you. Do you understand?"

Mr. Ninth nodded. "I know what to do. I will let him know what he still lacks."

He suddenly seemed to sense something and looked across. He saw Ethan staring at him fiercely, and a bright smile appeared on his face.

He made a knockdown motion, as if telling Ethan what he was going to do in this round.

On the other side, Ethan's coach was also checking his injuries, with a worried look on his face. Maybe it was still too fast.

After training for more than a year, he started to compete with famous light heavyweight boxers. Even if Ethan had extraordinary talent, it seemed too fast.

He blocked Ethan's gaze from the other side and said, "Don't be affected by factors outside the game. Pay attention to his little movements. When necessary, keep your distance or hug him directly to prevent him from throwing heavy punches."

"Push back the time. The longer you push back, the higher your chances of winning will be!"

This is a problem faced by almost all boxers over the age of 30. Their physical strength recovers much slower than when they were young.

This boxing match has eleven rounds, which may not seem like a lot of time in total, but the physical energy consumption is actually amazing.

Just like people think that people who run don't need much strength, many people think that punching doesn't require much strength either. Only those who actually punch know how terrible the physical consumption of this high-intensity combat is.

Ethan's eyes moved back to the coach, "That's all his punches are."

The coach was stunned for a moment, and Ethan continued, "I can take his punches, but he can't take mine."

"Don't be ridiculous!" The coach came to his senses and lowered his voice, "You have an advantage..."

Ethan didn't listen to him, "Why should I challenge him if I can't beat him at his strongest?"

"I can wait until he's too old to swing his fists, then I can beat him. I'll definitely win!"

"I am a boxer. I will always challenge those who are stronger than me, not those who are weaker than me."

"I'm going to defeat him while he's still strong!"

The coach wanted to say something, but Ethan pushed him away and stood up again.

The coach could only helplessly return to the stage and watch Ethan walk to the center of the ring.

At the referee's signal, the game resumed.

After a short break, the audience became agitated again. They waved their arms and shouted loudly while holding their betting tickets. The atmosphere in the entire stadium was extremely tense!
Just by being in it, you can feel every cell in your body trembling with excitement!

Lance lit another cigarette, "What's the situation with Ethan's opponent?"

Erwin briefly introduced him, "He's a boxer signed by an agency. It's said that the agency has a mafia background. Apart from the fact that his fighting style is a bit dirty, there's nothing else I've heard."

He complained a little, "This is the only candidate we could find in the top ten who is willing to fight for money. The others are not interested in Ethan."

They are only willing to fight evenly matched battles. Winning is worth celebrating, but losing is not shameful.

But if you lose to a novice, it would be a disgrace.

Money can be made at any time, and it’s easy to lose supporters if you lose a game like this.

If a contestant who is a public figure disappoints his supporters, his commercial value will be greatly reduced. So there is no other way to spend 350,000 yuan to find such a guy.

Lance stopped talking and continued watching the game. The atmosphere on the scene became more and more heated.

Here's a joke.

A group of sports enthusiasts were chatting together. They talked about their favorite sports, and then they talked about the cost-effectiveness of tickets.

The first to speak were the golf enthusiasts. They pointed to the sky and said proudly, "We can watch the game for most of the day with one ticket!"

The others nodded, and then the baseball enthusiast said, "We're about the same. A game can last three hours."

The rugby enthusiast couldn't help but chime in, "Rugby is pretty good, actually. It's over an hour and a half long if you include halftime."

Then there were the basketball fans, “We’re fine too, we have an hour.”

Then they looked at the last boxing fan, who was silent for a while.

Everyone else asked him, "What about you?"

"How long does a boxing match last?"

He didn't say anything, but his face turned red. After a while, he said, "It's over."

Boxing tickets are not cheap, but matches sometimes may not last more than five minutes, sometimes they may only last a few dozen seconds, and a complete knockout can end the match.

However, even though boxing match tickets are the least cost-effective tickets, people are still obsessed with them, obsessed with the moment when the boxing gloves hit someone's face and deform his face!

All the accumulation is for that moment when adrenaline explodes!
Ethan and his Mr. Ninth were like adrenaline pumps at this moment, preparing for the next explosion!
Mr. Ninth was still talking trash, but the referee turned a blind eye to it. After all, Mr. Ninth was the ninth-ranked boxer in the light heavyweight division.

He has also signed a contract with a well-known agency with a gangster background, so he is not alone.

The referee could warn him many times, but he didn't dare to actually give him a loss or let him leave the field, as that would get him into trouble.

He could only keep warning Mr. Ninth to stop talking so much nonsense, but he kept on talking.

But this time, seeing that more than half of the third round had passed, Mr. Ninth realized that there was a high probability that he would not be able to defeat Ethan in this round, and the swear words he uttered became even fouler.

With only seven or eight seconds left to the end of the round and the referee already counting the seconds to end the round, Ethan seemed to put down his boxing stance in advance.

"Oh my God, he revealed a fatal flaw!" The commentator spoke as fast as if his mouth was on fire.

But no matter how fast it is, it can't be faster than Mr. Ninth's swinging punch.

He looked at Ethan in surprise. This punch was enough to knock Ethan down!

In a cruiserweight fight, a perfect hit can absolutely kill the match.

But he did not see any fear or panic on Ethan's face. Instead, he saw determination and perseverance in his eyes.

He fiercely used his face to meet Mr. Ninth's fist, and at the same time threw a hook at his defenseless side. Under the incredulous gazes of countless people, in the last three seconds of the third round, both men were knocked down at the same time!
After a moment of silence at the entire competition venue, everyone stood up and cheered wildly!

They loved this scene!

The two strong men fell heavily on the ring like iron towers. It was the first time that the referee encountered such a situation. He quickly checked the condition of the two boxers and started counting seconds.

If they can't stand up before the seconds are up, the match is a draw.

Mr. Ninth was lying on the ring. His consciousness was not completely dead. He was still swallowing his saliva subconsciously, his eyes fixed on Ethan who was not far away from him. He tried to support his body and get up, but he couldn't do it at all!
Ethan was also staring at him, but he didn't move. He just lay there quietly.

When the referee counted to five, he began to support his upper body.

It was slow, but at least he did it!

He slowly half-crouched, supported his knees, took a deep breath, and stood up under the incredulous gaze of Mr. Ninth!

The moment he stood up completely, the whole audience cheered!
The referee also finished counting the last number.

He came to Ethan amid deafening shouts, checked his mental state, glanced at Mr. Ninth who was lying on the ground and unable to get up, made a gesture to end the game, and raised Ethan's hand.

Countless people at the scene tore up their betting tickets and threw them into the air, but some people held their betting tickets tightly and laughed wildly!
Mr. Ninth's team began to protest to the referee team, they protested that the referee counted too slowly, if it was a normal count Ethan would not be able to stand up at all, it should be a draw.

But that's how sports games are, you can question the results, but you can't change them!

Ethan raised his arms high, accepting the cheers. He turned his head to look at Mr. Ninth who was carried on a stretcher. There was something in his eyes that made Mr. Ninth feel humiliated...

(End of this chapter)