Tokyo Wrestler

"Next, I will tell you the team leader's entire plan..."

...

One hour later.

As the stage lights came on, illuminating the entire empty underground plaza as if it were daytime, a deafening roar of cheers erupted simultaneously.

Sett, positioned in the center of the iron net ring, surveyed the masked audience around him, who were becoming increasingly unrestrained.

Even when playing away from home.

He could still hear a lot of cheers for "Warrior".

Clearly, after the fight against Ice Hand Dureth, Sett's reputation has been thoroughly established in the Tokyo underground boxing scene, gaining him a considerable number of (gambler) fans.

But it is precisely because of playing away games.

The name "White Wolf" is still significantly more common than "Sett".

Sett turned to look at his opponent for the night.

White Wolf wasn't tall, but he had a rather muscular build. His slightly broad cheeks were covered with a sparse, silvery-white beard, and his head was covered with short, silvery-white hair, which was stuck up by hair gel, making him look like a hedgehog.

It's clear that the "white" in his nickname "White Wolf" is related to his white hair and beard.

The "wolf" is probably related to his sharp eyes, which seem to be stared at by a hungry wolf.

White Wolf was clearly a taciturn wolf, showing no reaction to Sett's scrutiny.

Seti looked away.

He discovered that the Triad boxing ring had no trash talk segment, no host to introduce the fighters, and no referees wearing full protective gear.

The only one with more boxing rings than Qinghe Group.

There were two commentators present offstage:

"Through the introduction just now, I believe you all have a certain understanding of the current situation."

"Well then, let's wait and see. After all, he's just starting out. Although his footwork and skills are a little lacking, he can still win by defeating strong opponents with his powerful punches."

Another commentator chimed in:

"Experience is key, and fame comes with experience..."

Sett completely ignores the introduction of the White Wolf, offering nothing but a bunch of flattering remarks.

And the introduction I just gave him was:

Lacking footwork and technique, relying solely on fists...

He knew very well that even the commentator was helping the other party, repeatedly reminding White Wolf of his weaknesses and strengths.

These unfair treatments are undoubtedly things that must be endured when playing away from home.

therefore...

Then we must win spectacularly, shatter all their schemes, and destroy all injustice, shall we?

The mechanical bell on the ceiling rang out.

Sett's third career boxing match has begun!

Chapter 18 Interception

After three days of earnest instruction from the little boxing fangirl.

Sett is no longer the clueless guy who was completely lost when it came to boxing rhythm.

He assumed a perfect boxing stance, lightly hopping with his feet, keeping his muscles active while keeping a close eye on the white wolf's every move.

White Wolf, however, stood rooted to the spot, much like Sett had been before, as if he had lost his soul.

Except for those eyes that gleamed with a sinister light like those of a hungry wolf.

"The battle that everyone has been waiting for has finally begun... Eh!! It's the young Sett who made the first move."

As the commentator gave a surprised explanation, Sett acted in sync, using his feet to dash forward and close the distance with White Wolf, while simultaneously unleashing his familiar left jab, aimed directly at White Wolf's face as a probing attack.

*Whoosh*

Despite being a test, the speed of the punch was so fast that it seemed to leave a blur.

But the white wolf uses stillness to control movement.

However, with a nimble twist of his waist, he easily dodged Sett's jab.

"Foolish..." Sett muttered to himself. This kind of backward leaning move to dodge attacks is extremely impractical. If your core is slightly weak or the range of motion is slightly too large, you can easily fall too far back, lose your balance, and become a sitting duck.

What's more, Sett also has a passive ability!

A tough stance is being taken!

The right arm retracted at a speed defying physiological structure, and with a loud bang, it shot out like a missile.

Just when it seemed the battle was about to end.

Sett was puzzled to find that the white wolf showed no intention of getting up; instead, he slumped lower and lower until his torso was almost parallel to the ground.

Simultaneously.

White Wolf braced himself with both hands on the ground, using his left foot as a fulcrum. Taking advantage of the momentum of his fall, he raised his right leg and delivered a powerful knee strike from below, utilizing the momentum to his advantage, in Sett's blind spot.

It was aimed directly at Sett's chin!

boom!

The first clash between the two sides has ended, and the battle has begun.

White Wolf performed a somersault to regain his footing on the ring. Looking at Sett who was retreating, a hint of surprise appeared on his cold, broad face.

"What a terrifying reaction..." White Wolf thought to himself.

In complete blind spot, Sett managed to pull his hands back at the last second, clasping them together to protect his chin and block the knee strike.

Otherwise, based on his experience.

If this blow landed on the chin, even a tiger would faint, or even suffer a severe concussion and die!

"Wow, what a wonderful exchange!"

"Ha, but White Wolf is still a cut above. Compared to a nimble boxing champion like White Wolf, Sett is like a dull wooden doll, hahaha."

The audience, who already supported White Wolf, burst into loud laughter at the commentator's teasing.

Ugh, so annoying... Sett automatically filtered out the surrounding audience and commentary in his mind, and shook his hands, which were numb from being kneed.

This can be seen from the counterattack just now.

White Wolf is not a boxer; strictly speaking, he should be considered a freestyle fighter.

In unregulated underground boxing matches, such fighters are also allowed to exist.

In the underground boxing ring, you can even use a range of other tricks, such as gouging eyes, kicking groin, or bombarding the back of the head... As long as you don't suddenly pull a Gatling gun out of your pants, you can do anything to win.

Sergei's two previous opponents, Okazawa and Durex, were both orthodox boxers.

Therefore, in the two matches, he has paid very little attention to defending his legs, and he suffered from this in the previous exchange.

But Sett did not panic.

His rigorous training over many days gave him the composure to handle any unexpected situation.

He remembered asking Okita Ei before.

"We only have so many footwork and attack methods in boxing. What if we encounter someone who doesn't follow the rules and uses dirty tricks?"

"Hmm... I once asked a similar question, and the teacher's reply was: Don't be swayed by it, just stick to yourself. When you change, you will only gain a temporary change, but also the most unfamiliar version of yourself, which makes it easier to lose... So, there is no need to change. Believe that you can use what you are most familiar with to defeat what your opponent is most familiar with!"

This was her answer.

Sett took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and dismissed all other complicated thoughts, as if he and the white wolf were the only two people in the world.

Following his usual training, he continued to leap lightly, assuming the basic boxing stance.

White Wolf remained unmoved, keeping a close eye on Sett's every move, perfectly embodying the principle of "using stillness to control movement and striking after the opponent has made a move."

Sett used his standard sprint step to close the distance with the White Wolf.

Having only gone halfway, the white wolf suddenly tilted to the left, his right leg swinging in a wide arc like a whip, unleashing a sweeping attack.

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Just by listening to the sound of the wind breaking around you, you can tell that the whip is extremely fast.

Sett's footwork suddenly and smoothly changed. His original sprint step turned into a right forward slide step halfway through, allowing him to dodge the opponent's whip kick while also closing the distance completely!

His series of smooth and fluid movements made it impossible to tell that he was just a novice who had only learned the footwork for three or four days.

Boom!

Sett feinted with a left jab to block White Wolf's escape route, then activated his passive ability and delivered a powerful right punch that amplified the damage, striking White Wolf's crossed arms that were protecting his chest!

The overwhelming force forced the white wolf to retreat repeatedly, almost losing its footing.

As he backed away, he looked down.